Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“I said, now! Put Philosopher’s Stone and the painful ones out! Don’t say what it takes time… Three days later? Don’t say three days, I don’t want to wait for three minutes! I will hand it out immediately, even if it is only painful. Also, give it to me!”

Just as Marx still tried to get the time, the white robed old man took off his hood and snorted with a sullen look.

It can be seen that as the old man’s anger suddenly overflows, the blood vessels on his bald head are revealed.

To be honest, this abrupt emotional outburst makes Marx really a bit difficult.

Obviously, although I don’t know the reason, the other party is really anxious. If Marx does have the dagger, then the balance of the victory is now leaning toward him. Even if there is no Philosopher’s Stone, he can change all six children back without any effort.

However, what pain has he never actually had. At the moment, even if the other party is willing to retreat in an anxious situation, there is nothing that is not there. He can’t give it.

Thus, the original theoretical advantage has completely turned into his disadvantage.

“In this case, there is no way…”

After Marx sneaked a sigh in his heart, he was ready to use it. Although rude means will add risk, time is too tight, and effective means will not be available for a while.

But he just made some preparations under his heart, and even did not move even after that, the bald old man was actually coldly snorted.

“do not move!”

Although the expression of the other party is full of incitement, the mind is still very calm.

“Don’t want to force people from me to grab people – successors, I admit that your magic is really amazing, but it is impossible to take hostages from me. Tell you the truth, I only need single thought head , those few children will die immediately!”

No, this feeling…

“By the way, remind you of one more thing,” old man said with a snarl. “Your magic that impacts the soul is very fast, but I advise you not to use it, because the magic is for these of my congregations. It doesn’t work.”

It’s not so much a “cool”, it’s better to say…

“Legilimens?” Marx suddenly sounded a warning, secretly saying, “No, it’s impossible for Legilimens, Occlumency has nothing to do… This old man seems to have a prophet bloodline… Is it some kind of predictive ability?”

The words of the bald old man made Marx not help but tighten the nerves – yes, he really wanted to use the soul magic.

As long as he creates a momentary embarrassment in the other’s consciousness, he can forcibly take the hostage. The risk is naturally there, and he can’t guarantee that there is no setback at all, but the odds are not small.

However, the old man first interrupted his actions in a sentence just before he was about to start; then he used another sentence to clearly explain his calculations.

If it wasn’t for the other party’s Legilimens that was so strong that he couldn’t detect it, then it would be true to predict the innate talent.

If you think about the old man’s prophecy and several accurate calculations, Marx can’t help but secretly affirm this inference.

“If it is a short-term predictive ability, then it will be troublesome…”

Marx, who had been dealing with the Time Rule a few times, knew exactly how tricky it was. If the ordinary prophet predicts innate talent, there is at least some room for change. After all, the future is equivalent to constant change. But if it is a short-term prediction, it will be a serious restriction on every move.

“I know what you want to say -“

Marx was thinking about opening, but his thoughts were accurately interrupted when turned into action.

“You guessed it right… But I don’t want to tell you this now. Hand over the dagger – the painful, hand it over to me! I don’t have that many time wasted on you, it’s too late… ”

Marx really wants to ask this time: “You can guess, can’t you know that I don’t have that broken dagger?”

But he just thought about it, but he hesitated. Yes! Since this prophet, the old man, insisted that the dagger was in his hand, it is hard to be… He is really there, but he did not realize it?

At the beginning, Rowena took him to several scenes in ancient times, and he only touched the dagger, and he was buried by the broken dagger. But then? Or, are those scenes similar to the effect of a meditation basin, or are they really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still many questions, even more and more complicated and changeable, but this is not something that can be directly asked. If the other side knows that they have no pain at all, and does not say that people believe it or not, at least the children will fall into the crisis of death.

Just as Marx was smashed by the prophet old man one after another, and gradually became trapped in a dilemma, a subtle but extraordinarily clear voice screamed from the crowd on one side. The voice was familiar, but it wasn’t Leni, who had been vocal before, but the voice of another female child who was slightly cold.

“Bungula South 2776 to 300…”

A strange discourse, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, is surprisingly fast.

When this sentence fell into the ear, Marx found that the bald head of the old man in front of him changed his face, and the original temper was suddenly changed into an incomparable surprise and awkwardness.

Look at his expression, as if he had heard something incredible, so that he could not respond to it for a while.

“Corvus South -” “Start!”

Follow closely from behind, is the second sentence similar to the words, such as the magic of the mantra, can clearly distinguish the regularity of the syllables and tones.

But the old man finally reacted this time. Before he finished the voice, the black robe behind him actually made a big move. I saw three, 40 cultivators also took out the short sword. They almost broke from the moment to the maximum speed, and they saw that they had to take their lives before the master of the voice finished.

But how could Marx look at each other’s actions like this?

The staff appeared in his hand in an instant, and then a cold atmosphere shrouded the space here. The black robes who flew from all angles to somewhere in the crowd suddenly had a layer of naked eye. Frost.

However, there are too many people here, and it is very difficult to stop all the attackers when large-scale magic is not available.

Probably from the sudden coldening of the air, I felt a dangerous coming. The people around me began to crowd and retreat. In fact, from the beginning, those onlookers have gradually retreated a certain distance, but that is obviously not enough.

At the scene, it began to get confused.

Marx uses the terrifying cold flow of cooling rules, and the effect is naturally significant. Although the believers were fast, they slowed down during the running process, and each and everyone was frozen on the way.

There are still two that have not been “taken care of”, because when they start to slow down, they have already rushed into the crowd.

“——1068 to 437.” “Hey.”

At the same time that the sound was able to finish the second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade across the body made Marx’s eyes suddenly jump. But the strange thing is that there is no pain or sorrow in the crowd.

“Corona Borealis 1528, not visible.”

As the third sentence was read by that dull voice, Marx was deep took a deep breath. And he was already moving to the other side, and he changed the course of action in the next second, and quickly turned back to the hijacked children.

Because he was keenly aware that the magical fluctuation of the bald old man within the body quickly calmed down, even his pupils spread slightly – it was a sign of temporary loss of consciousness.

Marx is not inferior to those of the black robe, and even faster. I saw him rushing to the six churches like a gust of wind. The six sharp sharp blades sent in advance passed through their eyebrows precisely, and the children returned to his protection.

When he carefully pushed the six little guys back to the other side, the other believers remained in place, as if they had not had time to react.

Or maybe they can’t move at all…

“Professor McLorne, you only need to control the old man, and other black robes don’t care.”

Marx hearing this, immediately turned to look at it, then the pupil is shrinking.

“Sarah, you -“

“Professor McLorne, I am fine… Please do it as soon as possible.”

Marx looked at Sarah’s right shoulder, there was a lack of something, and the color of scarlet red irritated his nerves; and looking behind her, the missing thing quietly lay in a pool of blood. In the middle, it is extremely eye-catching.

– Can this be called “nothing”?

Compared with Sarah, who is calm and can be said to be weird, the crowds who are scared and screamed by this scene are much more normal, even if those faces of fear are really not good-looking.

Marx had noticed some strange things about Sarah and had her own secrets. Even Marx can’t imagine it, and he will see this strange picture.

But no matter how doubtful, he will not lose the judgment he deserves. The calmness of Sarah led Marx to decisively cast a spell on the old man, who was still missing, after handing the children to Professor McGonagall.

Behind Marx, Professor Sprout rushed to Sarah with the school’s Madam Pomfrey, and it was obvious that she would be treated in time. In this regard, Sarah did not say anything more, just standing in the same place as they were.

“This… doesn’t work,” Pon Fred’s expression was a bit dignified. “Maybe some of the dark magic is attached to the blade of the broken arm…”

But Sarah just shook her head.

“Please rest assured, I think… this can be done to Professor McLorne.”