"Déjà vu? Have you seen this section somewhere? ”

Looking at the majestic rain clouds that rolled like a dragon, and the thunder that flickered faintly in the dark clouds, Maca had to stretch out her fingers to hold up an "umbrella" formed by air currents.

Thinking of the thunderbird that the man had turned into just now, coupled with the test tube in the other party's mouth, he could guess what would happen next with his knees.

"Good afternoon, young man...... Ahem...... I think you're the youngest professor at Hogwarts, Marca McKellen, right? ”

The old man's voice was mixed with the continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even if the words sounded full of vicissitudes and twilight.

"What?"

Before Maca could consciously show her form, Miriam, who was standing behind the old man, immediately looked around - was that McLean near here? I didn't even notice it.

At the same time, the other two men in suits hurriedly drew their wands and looked vigilantly at all the places around where they could hide.

"That's right, I'm Marca McLean."

As the three of them tensed their nerves, Maca withdrew the illusion spell on her body. And the moment he took the initiative to take a step forward and speak, the effect of the Immortal Hidden Elixir was automatically lifted.

As soon as they saw that Maca was really not far from them, they immediately clenched the wand handle in their hands, and their expressions were a little more solemn.

Especially Miriam...... You know, she had escaped all the way under the cover of Asaph's fate, and now she found that Maca had just appeared in front of her!

After this, counting the time to intercept the assistant minister halfway, has a total of half an hour passed?

"What about Asaph? Tell me, where is he! ”

Miriam's expression was actually calm, but from her tone, Maca was not surprised to hear the slightest hint of anxiety.

Clearly, the men, while able to bear the sacrifices of their comrades sensibly, were by no means motivated by Voldemort's ruthlessness.

"Asaph?"

Maca just stared at the old man, never taking his eyes off the other man, even if he was speaking to Miriam.

"Oh, it's the man in the coat, right?" He said, pausing slightly, "Don't worry, he's fine...... But whether he will 'have something' next, I can't guarantee. ”

Several times she was held hostage as a shield, and to be honest, Maca wanted to try it once.

It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Greenwald are people who eat this kind of thing, and he has never used this method in the wizarding world once!

"You-"

A man in a suit seemed a little grumpy, and he almost couldn't hold back when he heard Maca say this.

But he couldn't help it, but the old man in the wheelchair could help him hold it back - I saw that the old man raised his hand slightly, and the man in the suit could only swallow the words in his throat, glaring at Maca and taking a step back.

"Ahem, young man......"

Maca was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at Maca.

It can be seen that the old man's appearance is sleazed and thin, and people will be afraid that he will swallow his last breath at some point; Maca, on the other hand, is a teenager, and her whole body can feel the breath of vitality.

But these two completely different people have a deep understanding in their eyes.

Maka's eyes were tossed when he lost his emotion, and once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his spirit, and cooperate with the Occlumency technique to prevent being attacked by others when they looked at each other.

And the old man's profundity, at first glance, may be somewhat similar to Maca, but in essence it must be completely different. If I have to say it, it is a kind of eyes that have gone through the vicissitudes of the world, but still have a goal in mind.

This feeling was something that Maca had only experienced in Helmo, whom she had just met.

"Young people...... I have a question for you," the old man looked at Maca's face calmly and asked lightly, "Why do you need an umbrella before the rain falls?" ”

What's the problem?

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but shake her head.

He knew that the old man was questioning the behavior of the Thunderbird flying into the sky with a test tube in his mouth just now, and the reason for this was probably that he wanted to take the Kaomaka test.

After all, mixing potions with the Thunderbird's ability to summon wind and rain is something that ordinary people may not really think of.

However, Maca didn't want to be led by the other party......

"Sir, since you ask, I have a question," he said, "why should I be in a wheelchair if I can still walk on my feet?" ”

After witnessing the bizarre incident of turning from a human into a magical creature twice in a row, how could Maca not start to wonder if this old man, who was obviously the leader, would also be the kind of thing that broke through the upper limit of Transfiguration?

"Well, good question." After hearing this, the old man nodded without hesitation, "Ahem...... But should you answer the question I asked first? ”

But Maca waved her hand.

"No, I don't want to answer......," he said calmly, "if I have to, I'd rather stop the rain first, or the prison guards will suffer!" ”

That's right, this old man's methods are actually killing two birds with one stone.

Being messed with by that guy named He-Man, Maca will most likely be forced to show up, and even if Maca doesn't appear, the people on the other side of the Blackstone Fortress will be hit without realizing it.

"So ahem...... It's not that you won't answer, it's that you don't want to. The old man chuckled and said slowly, "Don't stop Heman's child...... Rest assured, the guards will just sleep peacefully...... Cough...... If you sleep in the rain, you might catch a cold......"

"Really?" Maca raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," said the old man, smiling again, "besides, don't you still have hostages on hand?" Scold...... cough cough cough ......"

It seems that once this person is old, he is easy to choke on his own saliva even if he makes a joke. Maca couldn't help but shrug her shoulders as she looked at the cough that was obviously different from before.

"Then I'll believe it for the time being!" Maca didn't care about the authenticity, "So...... So, your people are risking their lives to make a lot of drama just to lure me here? ”

Seriously, this afternoon's chase and escape, Maca didn't have much real feeling. He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the other party's prediction.

I remember Sarah also mentioned that the "astrological circle" is the category of astronomy in alchemy, and there are very few people who can still figure out it.

That's why Maca figured out why these people had to come to Azkaban even to die.

But now, he found that the other party didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the prison, and the focus was basically on himself.

In this way, his previous speculations were almost completely overturned.

It's just that the old man doesn't seem to have the idea of answering Maca's question positively.

"Young man, do you know where this island comes from?"

Another inexplicable problem, as far as Maca knows, there is no deep account of the origin of this island in any historical document.

Because, before the Ministry of Magic discovered this island, it was originally occupied by a dark wizard. In all the years before the dark wizard's death, there had been no official record of the island, which meant that it did not exist.

"From the time the Dark Wizard who called himself 'Aixis' died, and this place was converted into an Azkaban Wizard Prison, most people knew something, and so did I."

Maca's answer was natural and certainly uninteresting. This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about something that doesn't seem to be nutritious.

However, the old man did not seem to intend to expose this topic.

"Okay!" He still said slowly in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "Ahem...... So, young people...... Do you know the origin of the 'Dementors' on this island? ”

Thinking about the first time spent in Azkaban, Maca had really studied this question.

It's just research and research, he doesn't want to hold a academic seminar with an old man whose identity and strength are quite suspicious on a desert island outside of Azkaban Wizard Prison!

"Where did the Dementors come from?" Maca tilted her head, "Does this matter?" ”

"Well, it's really important — for you and me today." The old man smiled calmly and said, "It's just, ahem...... I can see it, and I think you probably don't like this kind of conversation......"

As he spoke, he struggled to move his body, flicked his fingers, and held up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"Okay!" The old man continued, "Since you are not willing to answer the question, then be the one who asks the question!" Ahem...... Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach right now, just ask whatever you want! ”

"Really?" Maca also hooked the corners of her mouth, "I'm afraid that it will be in vain to ask." ”

"That's better than not asking."

As the old man spoke, his gaze shifted to the sky behind Maca—the sky above the sea was already overcast, and the sky was getting darker and darker as the thunder sounded.

"My position is not like yours, and if you ask, I will always answer...... Of course, ahem...... The answer is true or false, I can't guarantee it. ”

This last sentence happened to be exactly the same as Maca's answer to Miriam, with a little bit of mischievous squeezing Maca.

"Well, too." Maca sighed, "Well, I want to know, you...... Is it related to Rowena Ravenclaw? ”

At the same time as Maca said this, another thunderbolt that seemed to pierce the heavens and the earth slashed down, followed by a deafening explosion.

Then, the first drop of water before the storm fell silently on the ground between him and the old man.

The rain is finally starting to fall.