Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 685: 1 cut for faith

"... Return the dagger of pain to me."

In the hall, the words of the old prophet were still echoing. He fell to the top of the carved platform with a crooked body, as he did at first, as if he had not seen the scene where Maka easily resisted the six worshippers, without any surprise.

Was it the shaman who was still blocked at the door that made him fearless? Or is this old man holding other powerful cards?

In addition, the six black robes attacked by Shicai did not immediately make a second attack after losing one time. It seems that they are going to make a secret assessment of the match with Maca just now.

Or ... what are they waiting for?

"Is that still the sentence?" Maca's eyes crossed the wizards in front of the temple, and she went deeper. "Even if you want me to surrender the 'dagger of pain' ... don't you think you should give me an explanation first ? For example, what is a 'dagger of pain'? For example, what is your purpose? "

In these successive interrogations, he has in fact incorporated the technique of devotion. But the magic that has not been lost in the past, the effect this time seems to be a big discount.

It is indeed a wizard with the blood of a prophet, and the strength of his spiritual will is truly extraordinary.

"Don't say it?"

Maca frowned, and the staff in her hand was raised again, so that the six black robes standing around him also pointed sharply at him. Even the believer who had broken his short sword with his wand quickly removed his wand.

Obviously, if Maca moved a little more, they would give up their hesitation and go straight.

"Heir of pain," just then, the old prophet finally spoke again, "I don't know where you got it from, but it doesn't belong to you and it doesn't do you any good ... return it I teach, and you will be free from sin ... "

"It doesn't belong to me? Who does that belong to?" Maca's hand holding the staff stopped in the air, giving the general illusion that it would fall at any time. "Does it belong to you?"

But then, the prophet closed his mouth again, seemingly not planning to say anything more.

Just as Maca feels incomprehensible to the other person's words, in the mind of the other person, Maca's words are probably just a kind of provocation.

"It's hard to talk to you ..."

Obviously, Makar's intention was not an illusion. At the same time he mumbled softly, the staff had rested gently on the floor tiles, and all six of them who had been staring at him slammed into the middle.

But at the next moment, a cold air burst out instantly, and most of the open space in front of the hall was suddenly hidden.

When he came out of the ice fog with a staff, Shi Ran came out, and the six believers who had attacked him at the same time did not even follow him, and no one even knew that in just over ten seconds Something was born there.

"excuse me……"

After waving at the large number of wizards in front of them, Maca went straight whether they could understand English or not.

However, I don't know if it is really because the language is inaccessible or because they don't want to let it go at all.

In short, when Maca walked indiscriminately, only a few people hesitated to give in. Most other wizards, after a slight commotion, became silent again.

Maca noticed that most people could not help looking back at the direction of the stone platform deep in the hall when he wanted to make a hard break. Then, their uneasy feelings of witnessing Maca's strength settled.

"It seems that the prophet's hole cards are not these black people ... on the contrary, the prophet is their support instead?"

As he thought about it, his steps didn't stand still, as if he couldn't see the wizards in front of him, marching stubbornly.

One step, two steps, three steps ...

Suddenly, the few Indian wizards standing in the forefront felt a strange feeling, as if an invisible wall was pressing on him extremely harshly. The invisible barrier hit him wildly, making him reluctant to follow each step of Maca back.

It was at this moment that the other party said something in a language that Maca couldn't understand, and the magic wands aimed at him immediately.

If you want to withstand a lot of spells, even Maca can't stand it. After all, he is also an ordinary human, but he does not have the blood of giants like Hagrid and Maxim to increase resistance.

But one thing modern magic is deadly is that under the same circumstances, the preemptive effect will be amazingly good.

The magic he just used to push the crowd is an expanded version of the "Iron Armor". The shield-shaped barrier that was originally used to deflect spells and physical entities will increase its range, although its defensive ability will be greatly reduced, but when used cleverly, it can produce unexpected effects.

I saw Maca suddenly push the staff forward, followed by a large group of wizards who turned over, and only a few people who stood side by side successfully cast an offensive spell, but only burst out in the air. The various colored particles produced by Chippong hitting the Iron Mantra.

As for Maca, he had already passed through the crowd calmly and easily stepped into the hall.

"boom!"

With Maca's backhand wave, the door was closed by him. And then there was a defensive curse that completely blocked the door-it depends on whether the group of guys had been forced to break through the door after they were shut out without resistance.

"You still don't ... forget it."

There are too few light sources in the hall, so that at a glance, it may be dazzling. After Maca waved her wand to light a dazzling glow, she threw it gently into the air, and the hall was suddenly bright.

At this time it can be clearly seen that in addition to the old prophet on the stone platform in the depths of the palace, there are three black robes on each side. If you count the six you just rushed out, there will be a total of twelve.

But is this really the only person here?

Of course not, at least Maca can still vaguely feel that there are obviously people hidden in the side halls on the back and sides of the hall, but the other party has no intention of exposing it for the time being.

But no matter how many people are here, he doesn't want to say anything more. It was obviously meaningless if he only tried to talk unilaterally, and he didn't want to speak into the air.

Therefore, he closed his mouth and went straight down to the carved stone platform along the scarlet carpet in the center of the hall.

"Stop him," as Maka walked forward without saying a word, the prophet finally spoke, but this time it was in modern Persian, "comply with the decree, everything is for faith."

"For faith!"

The black robes on both sides responded in unison, and they held the hilt of the lower back with the same hands as the six companions.

Because of the lack of light, Maca did not see the appearance of these believers too clearly. But this time, although they were also wearing hoods, but those six pairs of cold eyes made him tremble.

Naturally, he was not worried about the strength of the other party. He knew from the previous encounter that if these people had no other means, they would not pose much threat to himself.

He has met enough fast rivals.

For example, in the group of black dead who were made by Voldemort in the past, the power, degree, and intensity alone are comparable to the fire dragon. It is obvious that the black robes in front of them are only faster.

What he cared about was the cold look that made him extremely familiar—at one time, he had also been in such a state of no emotion, and even spent a very dull time.

"Ok?"

As Maca prepared to quickly solve the six people in front of him, and then approached the prophet on the stone platform, a magic wave spread in the hall.

The next moment, the six robes disappeared.

It was the old prophet—he seemed to have performed a magic similar to the magic spell, hiding the figures of those believers.

However, this stealth sneak tactic may have a significant effect on other wizards, but it is obviously not a cause for distress.

So, when all the believers disappeared in sight, Maca waved his staff without hesitation.

The six invisible and magic blades greeted the six black-robed believers in a very invisible state with great accuracy. This is exactly what he obtained from Snape's insidious shadowless curse. Its high, concealed, and lethal effect is excellent, and it is just right here.

But then, the weird movements of the six believers made him startled.

Yes, the moment the invisible sharp blade was about to hit the opponent, the other six of them stepped on their feet and avoided it with a rather awkward motion.

If others may not see it, because the blade and the believers are invisible. But Maca "sees" very clearly-his attack was completely avoided.

"what happened?"

He thought of a lot of possibilities in a very short time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ For example, the other party can also sense magic, and the other party can predict danger, etc., but this is not a short time to get the answer. Things.

Despite the constant thoughts in his mind, Maca's movements did not stop. Even if the opponent avoids it once, he still has a lot of room for the second and even third attacks.

"Since you can hide, then you simply can't escape--"

This time he no longer used the magical shadowless spell, but for a moment, a large swath of flames surged in front of him like a wave, and flew forward with a magnificent momentum.

In the past, Dumbledore liked to use this type of magic technique because its basic magic spell, the fire spell, has very low consumption, but the actual use effect is unexpectedly excellent.

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