Under normal circumstances, now is the time for the dinner guests to return to the auditorium for the evening performances. If you add to that the number of people who want to go to Hogsmeade's Three Broomsticks Bar for a drink or two, the school gate should be a time of constant traffic with people coming and going.

But now, the door to the Hogwarts vestibule, which was originally quite spacious, has been completely blocked by a large group of black-robed wizards of unknown origin.

"Who are those people, it looks like it's ominous......"

"Yes! Seeing them standing there silently for more than ten minutes, it seems a little ill-intentioned? ”

"Have those guys not moved since ten minutes ago? It felt like a statue......"

"They blocked the door so much that we couldn't get in...... Is there anyone who wants to ask to see it? ”

"Uh...... Going to ...... you"

That's right, from just now, this place has fallen into a situation where "people from the outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out". It's just that because the group of people doesn't look easy to mess with, although most of the people around them are dissatisfied, no one wants to be a bird.

As a result, when the group of black-robed cultists 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 quiet".

However, the so-called equilibrium will always be broken.

In fact, some attentive onlookers had noticed that the group of black-robed wizards who stood silently and quietly did not move from beginning to end, but the white-robed old man who seemed to be the leader standing in front of them felt a little unsettled.

Many people could see that his hands were trembling slightly, and his breathing was extremely hard. It was as if all the muscles in my body were tightened, and there was an indescribable sense of tension.

Of course, in addition to the black-robed cultist and the old prophet, there were six children here. It can be seen that at this moment, the children have temporarily lost consciousness and are held hostage by six followers.

It was already nightfall, the sun was sinking from the mountains in the west to the other side of the earth, and the moon was already hanging on the eastern wall. There weren't too many clouds to obscure everyone's view tonight, and when you looked up from the mountains where Hogwarts Castle was located, the stars had taken over the sky for some time.

Suddenly, the humming whisper under the stars suddenly disappeared, and it was only because the white-robed old man took a cold step forward and officially stepped into the grounds of Hogwarts.

The guests around him didn't know what he was trying to do, but even they could vaguely sense that something was about to start.

“…… Inheritor of pain, you have arrived, so show up! ”

It was an Old Persian phrase that the onlookers barely understood. But of course, the old man didn't tell them to hear, as long as the person who should understand it could understand.

The voice fell slightly, not far in front of the white-robed old man...... It was as if a hand had gently lifted a transparent scarf, and Maka's phantom spell was quietly lifted, revealing his form.

There were no probing magic fluctuations, and how the other party knew that he was here was still a mystery for the time being.

However, I will not mention this for now.

In fact, although Maca had only just arrived here, she had already noticed something unusual about 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's like...... What was he waiting for, or ...... It's something to be afraid of at all times.

"'Heir'...... Well, maybe I'm the 'heir to pain' you call it......"

Maka also spoke in Old Persian. Although he had studied the language, his intonation was somewhat low and unnatural due to the fact that he rarely used its pronunciation.

"I know, you're here to make a 'deal' with me. And I have to admit, you're coming quickly...... So, say it! How can I get those children back to me? ”

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

The two black-robed cultists who had been captured by him had already been forcibly flipped through their memories by him, but he thought that he would get some things, but he found that not only did the clues not increase, but the doubts further increased.

Because the two black-robed cultists had no memory in their heads at all, not even the scattered fragments of memory.

You must know that even if someone moves in the soul and makes it activate at a specific time to completely shatter the memory, there will still be memory fragments left. Even Maca hadn't figured out what it was like to have no memory at all.

Is it controlled by this white-robed old man? What kind of magic did the other party use—at least, he didn't find any traces of magic from the two black-robed cultists that could be manipulated from a distance.

Just as Maca casually glanced at the black-robed cultist behind the old man, the other party's slightly dry lips moved slightly.

"Philosopher's Stone...... and, the dagger of pain. ”

The other's eyes were hidden in the shadow by the hood, and his voice was flat to a little indifferent, only his hands hanging at his side trembled slightly, and did not stop for a moment.

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help but be a little speechless.

Both of these things, real and false, at least he had held them in his hands. But none of them really belonged to him.

And most importantly, both of these things are now gone, and may not even be there for a long time.

If he had more time, he might have figured out a forgery or two, and then try to get another one or something. It's just a pity that this old man didn't give him that chance to think carefully.

"If I give them all to you, can you guarantee that the six children will be returned to me intact?"

Although he didn't have what the other party wanted, judging from the current situation, it was obviously not a good situation of "saying that no one would believe it", and he was not so naïve.

So......

"Yes."

The white-robed old man's unhesitant answer made Maca nod slightly.

"Okay, I can make this deal with you, but—" He stared at the other man calmly, and after a pause, he continued, "First, I have to make sure the children are doing, and I want to see that they are all right. ”

As soon as Maca finished speaking, before he could even finish speaking, he saw the six black-robed disciples who controlled the children touch behind the children's ears.

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

It could be seen that they all wanted to get out of there, but the left hand of the six black-robed cultists was tightly clasped around their immature necks, making it impossible for them to stay away at all.

"Sister Hill—little Tad—Rosa—uh-"

A voice mixed with surprise and worry rang out hastily in the crowd behind Maca, but it was quickly retracted.

"Very well," Maca said slightly, "I'll get the Philosopher's Stone and the Dagger of Pain in three days, and we'll complete the deal then-"

"Nope."

What Maca needs most now is time, and he has already experienced a lot of things and encountered a lot of problems. He believes that as long as he has time, he will be able to find the most practical and effective solution.

Even the desperate situation created by the ancient magic mirror, he managed to crack it, and now he can't deal with the old man who is holding hostages in front of him?

Yes, there was something strange about dealing with it, but he didn't think it would make him helpless.

However, even in just three days, the other party didn't seem to be willing to wait at all. The white-robed old man's response was swift and decisive, leaving no room for error.

"Right now, right now."

As time passed, Maca felt the eagerness in the other person's heart continue to expand. The palm in the old man's sleeve shook even more, and not only that, but this time even his voice was not as calm as it had been at the beginning.

A strange sense of urgency grew between the two.

"I said, I'll get it for you in three days," Maka frowned, "You don't think I'll just take something like the Philosopher's Stone and the Dagger of Pain with me so casually, do you?" It also takes time to get it...... In the meantime, you can take the children back and wait, isn't that okay? ”

Although he was also a little anxious in his heart, he still squeezed out an impatient expression on his face. He knows that he must not be impatient when negotiating, and the play that should be played must continue...... After all, he didn't have what the other party wanted, and if this was exposed, the transaction would be equivalent to not existing.

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

"I say, now!"

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

I saw that the white-robed old man seemed to be unable to suppress the emotions in his heart any longer, and his restlessness, uneasiness, urgency, and even fear poured out in his low roar. Immediately after, he suddenly reached out and lifted the hood on his head, and a bald head Huo Ran was exposed to 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 kind of flabby folds typical of an old man.

Only the distorted expression on the old man's face exuded a hysterical anger and despair.

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