Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Do you have a sense of sight? Where have you seen this bridge?"

Looking at the majestic rain clouds that were rolling like dragons, and those faint flashes of thunder in the dark clouds, Maca had to stretch her fingers to support an "umbrella" formed by the airflow.

With a look at the Thunderbird that the man had just turned, and the test tube in his mouth, he could even guess what would happen next with his knee.

"Good afternoon, young man ... keke ... I think you are the youngest professor in Hogwarts, Maca McLean, right?"

The old man's voice was mixed in a continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even if it sounded full of vicissitudes and twilight.

"what?"

Before Maca appeared consciously, Million, who was standing behind the old man, stared at her immediately--is that McLean near here? I didn't even notice it.

At the same time, the other two men in suits hurriedly pulled out their wands and looked with vigilance at all the places where they could hide.

"Yes, I'm Maca McLean."

As the three men strained their nerves, Maca removed the magic spell from her body. The moment he took the initiative to cross the previous step, the effect of Xianyin's potion was also automatically cancelled.

Seeing that Maca was really not far away from them, they immediately clenched the handle of the wand in their hands, adding a little dignity to their expressions.

Especially Millian ... You know, she escaped all the way under Asa's defiant cover, but now she found that Makar appeared in front of her!

In this case, does the total time spent intercepting that assistant minister halfway through the past half an hour?

"Where is Asaph? Tell me, where is he!"

Millian's expression was actually calm, but in her tone, Maca did not accidentally hear the anxiety.

Obviously, although this group could reasonably endure the sacrifice of their companions, it was never out of cold and ruthless like Voldemort.

"Yassa?"

Maca just stared at the old man, and never looked away from him, even if he was talking about Millian, there was no exception.

"Oh, is that the man in the coat?" He said, paused slightly. "Rest assured, he's okay ... but I'm not sure if he will be 'something' next."

Several times, the hostage was used as a shield. To be honest, Maca wanted to try this one last time.

It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Greenward was eating this kind of method. He had never used it in the magic world again!

"you--"

A man in a suit seemed a little irritable, and when he heard Maca say that, he almost couldn't hold back.

But he couldn't help it, but the old man in the wheelchair could help him hold it—seeing that the old man slightly raised his hand, the suit man could only swallow the words of his throat, glaring at Maca and taking a step back later .

"Ahem, young man ..."

Maca was looking at the old man, and the old man was also looking at Maca.

It can be seen that the old man's appearance is worn and thin, making people look scared that he will swallow the last breath when he doesn't know when; while Maca is a teenager, he can feel the vitality of his body.

But it is these two very different people, but there is a deep sense in their eyes.

Maca's eyes were tossed out when he lost his emotions. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his spirit and cooperate with the brain closure technique to prevent others from sneaking in while looking at him.

The old man's depth may at first glance be similar to Maca, but it must be completely different in essence. What I have to say, even if it is a look through the vicissitudes of the world, but still with a goal in mind.

This feeling, Maca only experienced in Haierbo just met recently.

"Young man ... I have a question to ask you," the old man calmly looked at Maca's face, and asked gently, "why it's not raining yet, why should you raise an umbrella first?"

What is the problem?

Maca shook her head when she heard it.

He knew that the old man was asking questions about Thunderbird's behavior of holding test tubes and flying to the sky. The reason was probably that he wanted to take Kaomaka.

After all, mixing potions into Thunderbird's ability to call the wind and rain is something that most people don't really think about.

However, Maca didn't want to be led by the other's nose ...

"Old gentleman, since you ask, I have a question, too," he gestured, "I can still walk with my feet, why should I use a wheelchair?"

After witnessing the bizarre event of turning human into a magical creature twice in a row, why wouldn't Maca begin to guess, would this old man who is obviously the leader also break through the upper limit of the transfiguration?

"Well, good question." After hearing this, the old man nodded without hesitation. "Ahem ... but, should you answer the question I asked first?"

But Maca waved his hand.

"No, I don't want to answer ..." He said frankly, "In fact, I want to stop the rain first, or the caretakers in the prison are afraid to suffer!

That's right, the old man's method is actually killing two birds with one stone.

With such a guy named Seaman doing this, Maca will most likely be forced to show up, and even if Maca doesn't show up, people from the Blackrock Fortress will unknowingly hit.

"So it seems, Keke ... you don't want to answer, but you don't want to answer anymore." The old man smiled gently and said slowly, "Don't stop the child of Heman ... Rest assured, those guards will only be safe Just sleep peacefully ... cough ... just sleep in the rain, maybe you will catch a cold ... "

"Really?" Maca raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," the old man smiled again. "Again, don't you have any hostages on hand? Oh ... kekeke ..."

It seems that once this person gets old, even a joke can easily be stung by his own saliva. Maca shrugged as she looked at the cough that was clearly different from before.

"Then I'll believe it for the time being!" Maca said indifferently. "So ... So, your people have tossed out a lot of drama at their expense. The result is just to bring me here?"

Seriously, Maca didn't produce much real feeling after chasing and fleeing this afternoon. All he knew was that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the other party's prediction.

I remember that Sarah also mentioned that "horoscope circle" is a category of astronomy in alchemy. Until now, people who can understand that stuff are scarce.

That's why Maca can figure out what the reason is for these people to come to Azkaban even if they die.

But now, he finds that the other party seems to have no interest in the prison side, and the focus is basically on himself.

As a result, his previous guesses were almost completely overturned.

However, the old man didn't seem to have a positive answer to Maca's question.

"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"

Another inexplicable problem, according to Maca's knowledge, there is no too deep account of the origin of the island in any historical literature.

Because before the island was discovered by the Ministry of Magic, it was occupied by a black wizard. In all the years before the death of the black wizard, the island has not been formally recorded, which is equivalent to non-existence.

"Since the death of the black wizard who called himself" Axist ", and until it was transformed into an Azkaban wizard prison, most people knew what I knew."

Maca's answer was natural, and certainly boring. This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about this topic that seems to have little nutrition.

However, the old man did not seem to intend to expose this topic.

"Okay!" He still said slowly in his slow but vicissitudes. "Ahem ... then, young man ... do you know the origin of the 'Dementors' on this island? ? "

Think about the time spent in Azkaban for the first time. On this issue, Maca really studied it.

It's just a matter of research, and he doesn't want to hold a **** of an academic seminar with an old man with a dubious identity and strength on a desert island outside the Azkaban Wizarding Prison!

"Origin of Dementors?" Maca crooked her head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Is this important? "

"Well, it's really important-it's very important to you and me today." The old man smiled calmly, "But, cough ... I see it, I think you don't like this kind of conversation The way……"

As he was talking, he moved his body a bit, and with a flick of his fingers, he also held up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"Okay!" The old man continued, "Since you don't want to answer the question, then be the one who asks it! Keke ... young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now, just ask whatever you want!"

"Really?" Marka ticked, too. "I'm afraid I'll ask for nothing."

"That's better than not asking."

The old man said, but his eyes moved to the sky behind Maca—the sky was already hazy, and the sky was getting more and more groggy with thunder.

"My position is not like you. If you ask, I will always answer ... Of course, cough ... The answer is true or false, I can't guarantee it."

This last sentence was exactly the same as Maca's answer to Millian's words, with a bit of naughtiness running on Maca.

"Well, too." Maca sighed. "So, I want to know, are you ... related to Royna Ravenclaw?"

At the same time as Maca spoke this sentence, another thunder that looked like it penetrated the world was followed by a deafening explosion.

Then, the first drop of water before the storm fell silently on the ground between him and the old man.

Rain finally started to rain.

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