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

Just as Maca was trying to buy time, the white-robed old man suddenly took off the hood on his head and roared wildly.

It can be seen that as the old man's anger suddenly overflowed, the veins on his bald head were revealed.

To be honest, this sudden emotional outburst made Maca's side really embarrassed.

Obviously, although I don't know the reason, the other party is really anxious. If Maca did have the dagger, the scales of victory would have tipped in his favor by now, and even without the Philosopher's Stone, he would be able to exchange all six children with a little more effort.

However, he had never actually possessed the dagger of pain. At the moment, even if the other party is willing to retreat under anxiety, what he doesn't have is nothing, and he can't give it if he wants to.

As a result, the original theoretical advantage completely turned into his disadvantage.

"In that case, there's no way to do it......"

After Maca muttered something in her heart, she was ready to use a strong one. Although brutal methods will increase the risk, the time is too short, and effective means 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.

"Don't move!"

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

"Don't try to forcibly snatch someone from me - Inheritor, I admit that your magic is indeed amazingly strong, but it is impossible to take hostages from me. To tell you the truth, I only need one thought to make those children die instantly! ”

No, this feeling......

"By the way, I'll give you one more thing," said the old man, grimacingly, "though your soul-pounding magic is very fast, but I advise you not to use it, because it won't work against my cultists." ”

It's not so much "calm" as it is ......

"Dementory?" Maca suddenly felt alarmed, and secretly mused, "No, it can't be a regent, and there is no response from the Occlumency...... This old man seems to have prophetic blood...... Could it be some kind of prophetic ability? ”

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

As long as he creates a momentary trance in the consciousness of the other party, he can forcibly take the hostage. Naturally, there are risks, and he can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong at all, but the odds of winning should not be small.

However, the old man interrupted his action with a precise sentence at the very moment before he was about to make his move; Then he used another sentence to clearly explain his calculations.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's Dementor Mind Technique was so strong that even he couldn't detect it, then I am afraid it would be a real talent of foreknowledge.

If you think about the old man's prophecy and several accurate calculations, Maca can't help but secretly affirm her own inference.

"If it's really a short-term prediction ability, then it's a problem......"

Maca, who had dealt with the rules of time a few times, knew exactly how tricky it was. If it is an ordinary prophetic gift, then at least there is some room for maneuver, after all, the future is equivalent to constantly changing. But if it is a short-term prediction, it means that every move will be severely limited.

"I know what you're trying to say-"

Maca was about to speak, but his thoughts were interrupted precisely as he could act.

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

Maca really wanted to ask this time, "If you can guess so well, don't you know that I don't have that broken dagger?" ”

But when he thought about it, he hesitated. Oh, yes! Since the prophetic old man is sure that the dagger is in his hand, is it possible...... Did he really have it, but he didn't realize it?

It was Rowena who took him to a few scenes in ancient times, and he came into contact with the dagger, and he was buried by the broken dagger. But what about then? Or, were those scenes similar to the effect of a meditation pot, or were they really sent to the ancient assassin?

There are still many questions, and even the more you think about it, the more complex and changeable they become, but these are not things that can be asked directly. If you let the other party know that there is no dagger of pain at all, and whether people believe it or not, at least most of the children will fall into the danger of death.

Just as Maca was being broken by the prophetic old man again and again, and gradually fell into a dilemma, a subtle but exceptionally clear voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on one side. The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Lennie, who had spoken before, but the voice of another girl who was slightly colder.

"Centauri (Bungula) South 2776 ext. 300 ......"

A strange phrase, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, spoke at a surprisingly fast speed.

And when this sentence fell into his ears, Maca found that the bald old man in front of him had changed his face, and his original irritability was suddenly replaced by extreme surprise and astonishment.

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

"Corvus South—" "Do it! ”

This was followed by a second, similar utterance, like a magical incantation, from which the regularity of syllables and tones was clearly discerned.

But the old man finally reacted this time, and before the voice could be finished, the black-robed disciples behind him actually dispatched most of them for this. I saw thirty or forty disciples draw their short swords at the same time. Almost instantly, they went from stillness to movement, bursting out at maximum speed, looking to take the voice before its owner could finish speaking.

But how could Maca just watch the other party move?

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

However, there are so many people here that it can be very difficult to stop all the attackers without being able to use large-scale magic.

Probably sensing danger in the suddenly cold air, the crowd around them began to crowd back. In fact, since just now, those onlookers have gradually retreated a long distance, but that is obviously not enough.

The scene began to be chaotic.

Maca uses the cooldown rule to cast a terrifying cold snap, and its effect is naturally significant. Although the disciples were fast, they slowed down as they ran, and they were all frozen in the way.

But there were still two who were not "taken care of", because the next moment they also began to slow down, they had already rushed headlong into the chaotic crowd.

—1068 ext. 437. "Snort."

At the same time that the voice finished the second sentence, the sound of a sharp blade slashing through her body made the corners of Maca's eyes jump. But strangely, there was no cry of pain or sorrow in the crowd.

"Corona Borealis 1528, invisible."

As the third sentence was read out by the flat voice, Maca took a deep breath. And the pace that he was originally running towards that side also changed his course of action in the next second, and quickly turned back to the kidnapped children.

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

Maca's speed was not inferior to those black-robed cultists, or even faster. I saw him pounce on the six disciples like a gust of wind, and the six magic blades sent in advance pierced through their eyebrows with precision, and the children returned to his protection.

While he cautiously pushed the six little ones back to the other side, the rest of the cultists remained where they were, as if they didn't have time to react at all.

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

"Professor McLean, you just need to keep that old man under control, and the others in black robes don't have to care."

When Maca heard this, she immediately turned her head to look at it, and her pupils shrank.

"Sarah, you-"

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

Maca looked at Sarah's right shoulder, where something was clearly missing, the scarlet hue irritating his nerves; And looking behind her, the missing thing was lying quietly in a pool of blood, extremely dazzling.

- Can this still be called "okay"?

Compared to Sarah, who was so calm that it could be said to be weird, the crowd who screamed in fright by this scene was much more normal, even if those frightened faces were really not good-looking.

Maca had sensed something strange about Sarah, and she had her own secrets. But even Maca could not have imagined that she would see this strange picture now.

But no matter how doubtful he was, he would not lose his due judgment because of this. Sarah's calmness caused Maca to decisively cast a spell on the bald old man who was still in a trance, after handing the children over to Professor McGonagall, who had rushed over.

Behind Maca, Professor Sprout rushed to Sarah with Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, apparently in time to treat her. Sarah didn't say anything about this, just stood where they were and let them do it.

"This ...... It doesn't work," Pomfrey's expression was a little solemn, "Maybe the blade that severed the arm has some dark magic ...... attached to it"

But Sarah just shook her head.

"Rest assured, I want to ...... Leave that to Professor McLean. ”