Chapter 703 Unstable Transactions

According to the normal situation, now is the time for the guests who have had dinner to return to the auditorium to enjoy the evening after-show. If you count the people who want to go to the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade village for a drink or two, the school gate should be a time when people come and go.

But now, the entrance to the vestibule of Hogwarts, which was originally fairly spacious, has been completely blocked by a large group of wizards in black robes of unknown origin.

"Who are those people? It looks like an 'ominous' feeling..."

"Yes! Seeing them standing there without saying a word for more than ten minutes, it seems a bit malicious?"

"Have those guys been untouched since ten minutes ago? It feels like a statue..."

"They blocked the door, so we couldn't get in... Does anyone want to ask?"

"Uh... I want to go to you..."

That's right, since just now, this place has fallen into the situation of "people outside can't get in, people inside can't get out". It's just because that group of people don't seem to be easy to mess with. Although most of the people around them are dissatisfied, no one wants to be an early bird.

Therefore, under the circumstances that the group of black-robed believers did not take the initiative to cause trouble for the time being, the school gate of Hogwarts was barely maintained at a certain balance point of "peace and peace".

However, the so-called balance point will always be broken.

In fact, some attentive onlookers noticed to some extent—the group of black-robed wizards standing silently remained motionless from beginning to end, but the white-robed old man standing in front of them, who seemed to be the leader, was a little uncomfortable. A sense of stability.

Many people could notice that his hands were trembling slightly, and his breathing seemed to be extraordinarily hard. That feeling, as if all the muscles in the whole body were tensed up, there was an indescribable sense of tension.

certainly,

In addition to the black-robed believer and the old prophet, there are six children here. It can be seen that at this moment, the children have temporarily lost consciousness and are held hostage by six believers.

It was night now, the setting sun sank from the mountain in the west to the other side of the earth, and the moon had already hung on the sky wall in the east. There are not too many clouds to block everyone's sight tonight. Looking up from the mountains where Hogwarts Castle is located, stars have already occupied this farewell to the sunny sky.

Suddenly, the humming and whispering under the starry sky suddenly disappeared, and it was only because the old man in white robe took a step forward abruptly, officially stepping into the campus of Hogwarts.

The surrounding guests didn't know what he wanted to do, but even they could vaguely sense that something must be about to start.

"... Painful heir, you have arrived, so show up!"

This is an ancient Persian sentence, and the onlookers present hardly understood it. But of course, the old man didn't say it for them, as long as those who should understand can understand it.

The voice fell slightly, not far in front of the white-robed old man... It was as if a hand gently lifted a certain transparent veil, Maca's illusion spell was lifted quietly, and his figure also disappeared. Then it was revealed.

There wasn't any detection-type magic power fluctuation. How the other party knew he was here was still a mystery for the time being.

However, let's not mention this now.

In fact, although Maca had just arrived here not long ago, he had already sensed a slight abnormality in the old man. He could feel that the old man in front of him seemed calm, but his heart was not as calm as his tone revealed.

It was as if...he was eagerly waiting for something, or...he was always afraid of something.

"'Successor'... Well, maybe I am the 'successor of pain' you mentioned..."

Maca also spoke in ancient Persian. Although he had studied this language, his tone was low and unnatural because he rarely used its sounds.

"I know, you came to me to make a 'deal'. And I have to admit, you came very quickly... So, tell me! How can I return those children to me?"

Maca had to stand here at this moment, waiting for the other party to offer a condition. This was because he really didn't have any valuable hole cards in his hand at the moment.

He had forcibly looked through the memory of the two black-robed believers who had been captured by him, but he thought he would get something, but he found that not only did the clues not increase, but his doubts increased.

Because the heads of the two black-robed believers have no memory at all, not even scattered memory fragments.

You must know that even if someone manipulates the soul to make it mobilize at a specific time to completely shatter the memory, there will still be memory fragments remaining. Even Maca hasn't figured out what it's like when a person has no memory at all.

Was it controlled by this white-robed old man? What kind of magic was used by the other party—at least, he didn't find any traces of magic that could be controlled remotely from the two black-robed disciples.

Just as Maca glanced casually at the black-robed disciples behind the old man, the slightly dry lips of the old man moved slightly.

"The Philosopher's Stone...and, the Dagger of Pain."

The other party's eyes were covered by the hood in the shadows, and his voice was flat to a bit indifferent, only his hands hanging by his side trembled slightly, without stopping for a moment.

Maca couldn't help being speechless after hearing this.

These two things, regardless of whether they are real or false, at least he has held them tightly in his hands. However, none of them really belonged to him.

And the most important thing is that these two things are gone now, and maybe they didn't even exist a long time ago.

If he had more time, he might be able to figure out a way to fiddle with one or two similar forgeries, and then try to make another set for the other party. It's just a pity that the old man didn't give him the chance to think about it.

"If I give them all to you, can you promise to return those six children to me intact?"

Although he didn't have what the other party wanted at hand, judging from the situation in front of him, it was obviously not a good situation where "people would believe him if he said he didn't have it", and he was not that naive.

so……

"Can."

The unhesitating answer of the old man in white robe made Maca nodded slightly.

"Okay, I can make this deal with you, but—" He stared at the other party calmly, and then continued after a pause, "First, I must first confirm the status of the children, I want to see everything about them normal."

As soon as Maca finished speaking, before he could even put his voice on the ground, he saw the six black-robed disciples who were controlling the children all touch behind the children's ears.

Immediately, the six pairs of eyes slowly opened their eyelids. The children looked around in confusion at first, and when they found themselves in the middle of a group of strange guys, they immediately panicked.

It can be seen that they all wanted to leave there, but the left hands of the six black-robed cultists were firmly clasped around their immature necks, making it impossible for them to take a step away.

"Sister Hill—little Todd—Rosa—uh—"

A voice mixed with surprise and worry rang hastily from the crowd behind Maca, but it was quickly withdrawn.

"Very good," Maca nodded slightly again, "I will get the Philosopher's Stone and the Dagger of Pain within three days, and then we will complete the deal—"

"no."

What Maca needs most now is time. Up to now, he has experienced many things and encountered many difficulties. He believes that as long as he has time, he will be able to find the most practical and effective solution.

He even managed to break through the desperate situation created by the ancient magic mirror. Now he can't deal with the old man who is holding hostages in front of him?

Yes, there were some strange things about dealing with it, but he didn't think that would make him helpless.

However, even in just three days, the other party seemed unwilling to wait at all. The white-robed old man's response was quick and decisive, leaving no leeway.

"Right now, immediately."

As time went by, Maca felt that the urgency in the other party's heart was constantly expanding. The hand in the old man's sleeve trembled even more, and not only that, this time his voice was not as calm as it was at the beginning.

A strange sense of urgency grew between the two of them.

"As I said, I will fetch it for you within three days," Maca said with a frown. "You don't think that I would just casually carry things like the Philosopher's Stone and the Dagger of Pain with you? Fetch them." It also takes time...During this period, you can take the children back and wait for a while, isn't that okay?"

Although he was also a little anxious in his heart, there was still an impatient expression on his face. He knew that when negotiating, he must not be impatient, and the drama that should be performed must continue... After all, he does not have what the other party wants at all. If this is exposed, the transaction will be equivalent to non-existence.

However, the old man's sense of urgency undoubtedly made this transaction more unstable.

"I say, now!"

The other party's sudden outburst confirmed what Maca said beforehand - something is wrong!

Seeing that the old man in white robe seemed to be unable to suppress the emotions in his heart anymore, restlessness, restlessness, urgency and even fear poured out in his low growl. Immediately afterwards, he reached out and lifted the hood on his head suddenly, and a bald head was suddenly exposed in everyone's sight.

The other party looked like any old man who could be seen everywhere, there was nothing unusual about his appearance, and his skin also had a typical old man's loose wrinkles.

Only the distorted expression on the old man's face was exuding hysterical anger and despair.

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