"Do you feel déjà vu? Have you seen this scene before?"
Looking at the majestic rain clouds rolling like dragons and the faint flashes of thunder in the dark clouds, Maka could only stretch out her fingers to hold up an "umbrella" formed by the airflow.
Thinking of the thunderbird that the man had turned into just now, and the test tube in his mouth, he could guess what would happen next on his knees.
"Good afternoon, young man... ahem... I think you are the youngest professor at Hogwarts, Maka McClane, right?"
The old man's voice was mixed in the continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even though his words sounded full of vicissitudes and twilight.
"What?"
Before Maka could consciously appear, Miriam, who was standing behind the old man, immediately looked around - is that McClain nearby? He actually didn't even notice it at all.
At the same time, the other two men in suits also hurriedly took out their wands and looked at all the hiding places around them with great vigilance.
"Yes, I am Maka McClain."
When the three people tensed their nerves, Maka removed the phantom spell from her body. And the moment he took the initiative to take a step forward and spoke, the effect of the Immortal Hidden Potion was automatically lifted.
When they saw that Maka was really not far away from them, they immediately clenched the handle of the wand in their hands, and their expressions became a little more solemn.
Especially Miriam... You know, she escaped all the way under the cover of Asaph, but now she found that Maka appeared in front of her!
This one and the other, including the time to intercept the assistant minister midway, has a total of half an hour passed
"Where is Asaph? Tell me, where is he!"
Miriam's expression could actually be called calm, but from her tone, Maka could not surprisingly hear traces of anxiety.
Obviously, although this group of people can bear the sacrifice of their companions rationally, they are by no means out of the kind of ruthlessness similar to Voldemort.
"Asaph?"
Maka just stared at the old man, her eyes never leaving him, even if he was talking to Miriam, this was no exception.
"Oh, it's the man in the coat, right?" He said, paused slightly, "Don't worry, he's fine... But I can't guarantee whether he'll be fine next."
Several times, hostages were used as shields. To be honest, Maka had long wanted to try this once.
It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Grindelwald is willing to accept this trick. He has never used this method once in the magical world!
"you-"
A man in a suit seemed a little irritable. When he heard Maka say this, he almost couldn't hold it back.
But he couldn't help it, and the old man in the wheelchair was able to help him - the old man raised his hand slightly, and the man in the suit could only swallow the words in his throat, glare at Maka and take a step back.
"Ahem, young man..."
Maka was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at Maka.
It can be seen that the old man has a withered and thin appearance, which makes people afraid that he will take his last breath at some point; but Maka is still a teenager, and people can feel the vitality all over his body.
But it just so happened that these two completely different people had a depth hidden in their eyes.
Maka's eyes were created when he lost his emotions. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his mind and use Occlumency to prevent others from sneaking up on him when he looked at her.
The old man's profundity may seem somewhat similar to Maka at first glance, but in essence it is definitely completely different. If I have to say it, even if it is a look that has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, but still has a goal in mind.
Maka had only experienced this feeling from Haierbo, whom she had just met not long ago.
"Young man... I have a question for you," the old man looked at Maka's face calmly and asked calmly, "It hasn't rained yet, why do you need to open an umbrella first?"
What kind of problem is this
When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but shook her head.
He knew that the old man was questioning the Thunderbird's behavior of flying into the sky with a test tube in its mouth. The reason was probably because he wanted to test Maca.
After all, mixing magic potion into Thunderbird's ability to control wind and rain is something that most people might not even think of.
However, Maka didn't want to be led by the other party...
"Old sir, since you ask that, I also have a question," he gestured with his hands, "You can still walk, why do you have to sit in a wheelchair?"
After witnessing two bizarre events in a row in which people transformed into magical creatures, how could Maka not start to wonder if this old man who was obviously the leader could also do something that exceeded the upper limit of transformation
"Well, good question." After hearing this, the old man nodded without hesitation, "Ahem... But should you answer my question first?"
But Maka immediately waved her hand.
"No, I don't want to answer..." he said calmly, "If I have to say it, I actually want to stop the rain first, otherwise the guards in the prison will suffer!"
That's right, this old man's method actually kills two birds with one stone.
If the guy named He-Man does this, Maka will most likely be forced to show up, and even if Maka doesn't show up, the people at Blackstone Fortress will be tricked without knowing it.
"It seems, ahem... It's not that you don't know how to answer, but you don't want to answer." The old man chuckled and said slowly, "Don't stop that kid Heman... Don't worry, those guards will just feel at ease. Just sleep... cough... just sleep in the rain, maybe you will catch a cold... "
"Really?" Maka raised an eyebrow.
"Of course," the old man smiled again, "Besides, don't you still have hostages on hand? Ha... cough cough cough... "
It seems that once this person gets older, he will easily choke on his own saliva even if he makes a joke. Maka looked at the coughing sound that was obviously different from before, and couldn't help but shrugged.
"Then let me believe it for the time being!" Maka said nonchalantly, "So... So... your people risked their lives to create a lot of drama, just to lure me here?"
To be honest, after chasing and escaping all afternoon today, Maka didn't feel much sense. He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and probably for the prediction made by the other party.
I remember Sarah once mentioned that the "astrological circle" is a category related to astronomy in alchemy. There are probably very few people who can still figure it out and understand it.
That's why Maka can figure out why this group of people came to Azkaban even to die.
But now, he found that the other party didn't seem to be interested in the prison at all, and the focus was basically on himself.
In this way, almost all his previous guesses were overturned.
However, the old man didn't seem to have any intention of answering Maka's question directly.
"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"
This is another inexplicable question. As far as Maka knows, there is no in-depth description of the origin of this island in any historical documents.
Because before this island was discovered by the Ministry of Magic, it was originally occupied by a dark wizard. In all the years before the death of the dark wizard, there has been no official record of this island, which is equivalent to non-existence.
"From the time when the dark wizard who called himself 'Extis' died and this place was transformed into the Wizarding Prison of Azkaban, I know what most people know."
Maka's answer was natural, and of course boring. This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about this seemingly unnutritious topic.
However, the old man didn't seem to intend to bring this topic to light.
"Okay!" He said slowly, still in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "Ahem... So, young man... do you know the origins of the 'dementors' on this island?"
Thinking about the time she first spent in Azkaban, Maka had actually studied this issue.
It was just research, and he didn't want to hold some damn academic seminar on a deserted island outside the Azkaban wizard prison with an old man whose identity and strength were quite questionable!
"The origin of the Dementors?" Maka tilted her head, "Is this important?"
"Well, it is indeed very important - it is very important to you and me today." The old man smiled calmly and said, "But, ahem... I can see it. I think you probably don't like this kind of conversation. …”
As he spoke, he moved his body with difficulty, and with a flick of his finger, he also held up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.
"Okay!" the old man continued, "Since you don't want to answer the question, then be the one to ask the question! Ahem... Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now, just ask whatever you want!"
"Really?" Maka also raised her lips, "I'm afraid that asking is in vain."
"That's better than not asking."
As the old man spoke, his eyes moved to the sky behind Maka - the sky above this sea area was already filled with haze, and as thunder continued, the sky became darker and darker.
"My position is not like yours. If you ask, I will always answer... Of course, ahem... I can't guarantee whether the answer is true or false."
This last sentence was exactly the same as what Maka said in reply to Miriam, and it was somewhat naughty to challenge Maka.
"Yeah, that's right." Maka sighed, "Then, I want to know, are you... related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"
Just as Maka said these words, another thunderbolt that looked like it penetrated the heaven and earth struck down, followed closely 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 finally started to fall.