Chapter 704 Dramatic Turning Point

"I said, now! Hand over both the Philosopher's Stone and the Dagger of Pain! Don't say that it takes time... Three days later? Let alone three days, I don't even want to wait for three minutes! Hand it over immediately, even if it's just the Dagger of Pain OK, hand it over to me!"

Just when Maca was still trying to buy time, the old man in white robe suddenly took off the hood on his head, and let out a manic growl.

It can be seen that as the old man's anger suddenly overflowed, all the blood vessels on his bald head showed.

To be honest, this sudden emotional outburst really made Maca a bit embarrassed.

Obviously, although he didn't know the reason, the other party was indeed eager. If Maca really owned that dagger, the balance of victory was already tilting in his favor. Even without the Sorcerer's Stone, if he worked harder, he could still exchange all six children back.

However, he never actually owned that pain dagger. Right now, even if the other party is willing to settle for the next best thing in anxiety, what he doesn't have is just what he doesn't have, and he can't give it even if he wants to.

As a result, the original theoretical advantage has completely become his disadvantage.

"In this case, there is no way..."

After Maca muttered something secretly in his heart, he was ready to use force. Although rough methods will increase the risk, time is already too tight, and effective methods will not be available for a while.

But he just made some preparations in his heart, and before he even moved, the bald old man snorted coldly first.

"do not move!"

Although the other party's expression was full of restlessness, his thinking was still extremely calm.

"Don't try to take someone from me by force—the successor,

I admit that your magic is indeed amazingly strong, but it is impossible to take the hostage from me. To tell you the truth, I only need one thought, and those children will die immediately! "

no, this feeling...

"By the way, I would like to remind you one more thing," the old man said with a grim look on his face, "Although your soul-impacting magic is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic is very harmful to my congregants." It won't work."

Rather than saying "calm", it would be better to say...

"Legiliency?" Maca suddenly had a warning in his heart, and thought to himself, "No, it can't be Legilimency, and Occlumency doesn't respond... This old man seems to have the blood of a prophet... Could it be some kind of The ability to predict?"

The words of the bald old man made Maca's nerves tense -- that's right, he really wanted to use soul magic just now.

As long as a momentary trance is created in the opponent's consciousness, he can forcefully take the hostage. Of course there are risks, and he can't guarantee that there will be no mistakes at all, but the chances of winning should not be small.

However, the old man interrupted his action with a precise sentence at the moment before he was about to make a move; then he used another sentence to clearly express his plan.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party's Legilimency was so strong that even he couldn't detect it, then it might be the real talent of prediction.

If he thought about the old man's prophecy and several accurate calculations again, Maca couldn't help but secretly affirmed his inference.

"If it is really a short-term predictive ability, then it will be troublesome..."

Maca, who has dealt with time rules a few times before, knows exactly how tricky it is. If it is an ordinary prophetic talent, there is at least some room for change. After all, the future is equivalent to constant changes. But if it is a short-term prediction, it means that every move will be severely restricted.

"I know what you're trying to say—"

Maca was about to speak, but his thought was precisely interrupted when it was turned into action.

"You guessed right... But, I don't want to talk to you now. Hand over the dagger—the dagger of pain, hand it over to me quickly! I don't have so much time to waste with you, it's almost too late... "

Maca really wanted to ask this time: "You are so good at guessing, don't you know that I don't have that broken dagger?"

But when he just thought about it, he hesitated again. Yes! Since the old prophet insisted that he had the dagger in his hand, could it be...he really had it, but he didn't realize it?

It was Rowena who took him to several ancient scenes before he came into contact with the dagger, and his emotions were buried by the broken dagger. But what happened later? In other words, are those scenes similar to the Pensieve effect, or was he really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still many questions, and even the more I think about it, the more complicated and changeable, but none of these can be asked directly. If you let the other party know that you don't have a pain dagger at all, let alone whether they believe it or not, at least most of the children will fall into the crisis of death.

Just when Maca was exposed by the old prophet one after another, and gradually fell into a dilemma, a small but very clear voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on one side. That voice was familiar, but it was not Leni who had spoken before, but the voice of another girl who was slightly cold.

"Centaur (Bungu1a) south 2776 turn 3oo..."

A strange sentence, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, speaks surprisingly fast.

And when these words fell into his ears, Maca noticed that the face of the bald old man in front of him changed, and the original irritability was suddenly replaced by incomparable surprise and astonishment.

Look at his expression, as if he heard something unbelievable, so that he couldn't react for a while.

"South of Corvus—" "Do it!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a second similar sentence, like a magical incantation, from which the regularity of syllables and tones could be clearly discerned.

But the old man finally reacted this time, before the voice finished reading, most of the black-robed disciples behind him were mobilized for this. Thirty to forty believers drew their daggers at the same time. They changed from stillness to movement almost in an instant, bursting out at the maximum speed, and they seemed to want to take the life of the owner of the voice before he finished speaking.

However, how could Maca just watch the opponent's actions like this?

The staff appeared in his hand in an instant, and then a cold breath enveloped the large space here, and those black-robed believers who rushed to a certain place in the crowd from all angles suddenly had a layer of visible to the naked eye. frost.

However, there are too many people here, and it is very difficult to stop all the attackers without using large-scale magic.

Probably sensing the danger coming from the suddenly cold air, the surrounding crowd began to crowd back. In fact, from just now, those onlookers have gradually retreated a good distance, but that is obviously not enough.

The scene began to become chaotic.

The frightening cold current that Maca uses the cooling rule to release, its effect is naturally remarkable. Although those believers were fast, they still slowed down while running, and they were all frozen on the way.

But there were still two who were not "taken care of", because the next moment they also started to lose weight, they had already rushed into the chaotic crowd.

"——1068 to 437." "Chick."

At the same time that the voice finished reading the second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade cutting across the body made the corners of Maca's eyes twitch suddenly. But the strange thing is that there was no cry of pain or mourning from the crowd.

"Northern Corona (neta Borea1is) 1528, invisible."

As the third sentence was read out by that flat voice again, Maca took a deep breath. And his footsteps, which were originally running there, changed the course of action in the next second, and quickly turned back to the kidnapped children.

Because he keenly noticed that the magic fluctuations in the bald old man's body quickly quieted down, and even his pupils dilated slightly - that was a sign of temporary loss of consciousness.

Maca's speed is not inferior to those black robe cultists, even faster. I saw him rushing towards the six believers like a gust of wind, the magic blade sent by the six in advance precisely passed between their eyebrows, and the children returned to his protection.

When he cautiously pushed back to the other side with the six little ones, the other cultists remained where they were, as if they hadn't had time to react.

Or, they can't move at all...

"Professor McLean, you only need to control that old man, and don't care about other people in black robes."

When Maca heard this, he immediately turned his head to take a look, and then his pupils shrank.

"Sarah, you—"

"Professor McLean, I'm fine... Please do it as soon as possible."

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

——Can this still be called "nothing"?

Compared with Sarah, who was so calm that she could be said to be weird, those people who were scared and screamed by this scene were much more normal, even though those faces of fear were not really pretty.

Maca had somehow noticed that there was something strange about Sarah, and she also had her own secrets. But even Maca couldn't imagine that he would see this strange picture.

But no matter how confused he was, he would not lose his due judgment. Sarah's calm made Maca resolutely cast a spell on the bald old man who was still in a daze after handing over the children to Professor McGonagall who rushed over.

Behind Maca, Professor Sprout rushed towards Sarah with Mrs. Pomfrey from the school hospital, obviously wanting to treat her in time. Sarah didn't say much about this, she just stood there and let them do whatever they wanted.

"This...doesn't work," Pomfrey's expression was serious, "Maybe the blade that cut off the arm has some kind of black magic..."

But Sarah just shook her head.

"Don't worry, I think... just leave it to Professor McLean."

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