Chapter 775

"Visual sense? Have you seen this bridge section somewhere?"

Looking at the rolling majestic rain clouds and those thunder lights flickering in the dark clouds, Maka had to stretch out her fingers and hold up an "umbrella" formed by air flow.

Thinking of the Thunderbird that the man had just become and the test tube in his mouth, he could guess what would happen next with his knees.

"Good afternoon, young man... Cough... I think you are the youngest professor in Hogwarts, Marca McLean?"

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

"What?"

Miriam, standing behind the old man, looked around before Marca consciously showed her figure - was that McClane nearby? I didn't even notice.

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

"Yes, I'm Marca McLean."

When the three people tightened their nerves one after another, Maka removed the phantom curse from her body. When he took the initiative to step forward and spoke, the effect of Xianyin medicine was automatically relieved.

As soon as they saw that Maka was really not far away from them, they immediately clenched the wand handle in their hands and added a bit of dignity to their expression.

Especially millian... You know, she escaped all the way under the cover of ASA's life, but now she found that Maka appeared in front of her!

After that, including the time of intercepting the assistant minister on the way, is there a total of half an hour?

"Where's ASA? Tell me where he is!"

Millian's expression was actually calm, but from her tone, Marca was not surprised to hear a trace of anxiety.

Obviously, although these people can rationally bear the sacrifice of their companions, they are not out of a ruthless spirit similar to Voldemort.

"ASA?"

Maka just stared at the old man and never looked away from each other. Even if he was talking to Milian, there was no exception.

"Oh, is it the man in the coat?" he said, pausing slightly. "Don't worry, he's okay... But I can't guarantee whether he'll be 'okay' next."

He has been taken hostage as a shield several times. To tell the truth, Maka has wanted to try this for a long time.

Unfortunately, Voldemort and greenward are not people who eat this set. He hasn't used this method in the magic world once!

"You --"

A man in a suit seemed a little grumpy. When he heard Maka say that, he almost couldn't help it.

But he couldn't help it, but the old man in the wheelchair could help him hold it - the old man raised his hand slightly, and the man in suit could only swallow the words of his throat and stare at Maka and take a step back.

"Cough, young man..."

Maka is looking at the old man, and the old man is looking at Maka, too.

It can be seen that the old man's appearance is withered and thin, which makes people afraid that he will swallow his last breath when he doesn't know; Maka is a teenager, and she can feel the breath of vitality all over her body.

But it happened that these two very different people had a deep feeling in their eyes.

Maka's eyes were tossed out when he lost his emotion. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his spirit and cooperate with brain closure to prevent sneak attacks when others looked at him.

At first glance, the old man's depth may be similar to Maka, but it must be completely different in essence. What I have to say is even a kind of eyes that have gone through the vicissitudes of the secular world but still have a goal.

Maka only experienced this feeling in Haier Bo she had just met.

"Young man... I have a question for you," the old man asked faintly, looking calmly at Maka's face. "It hasn't rained yet. Why take an umbrella first?"

What's the problem?

Maka shook her head when she heard the speech.

He knew that the old man was questioning the Thunderbird's behavior of flying into the sky with a test tube in his mouth. The reason might be that he wanted to kaomaka.

After all, ordinary people may not think of mixing magic drugs into Thunderbird's ability to call the wind and rain.

However, Maka doesn't want to be led by the nose

"Since you ask me that, sir, I have a question," he motioned. "My feet can walk. Why should I take a wheelchair?"

After witnessing the bizarre events of turning man into a magical creature twice in a row, why didn't Maka start to guess whether this obviously leading old man would also break through the upper limit of deformation?

"Well, that's a good question." the old man nodded without hesitation, "cough... But should you answer my question first?"

But Maka immediately waved her hand.

"No, I don't want to answer..." he said frankly. "If I have to say, in fact, I want to stop the rain first, otherwise the guards in the prison will suffer!"

Yes, the old man killed two birds with one stone.

If the guy named seaman does this, makado will probably be forced to show up, and even if Maka doesn't show up, the people on the other side of Blackstone fortress will unknowingly be hit.

"So, cough... You can't answer, but you don't want to answer." the old man smiled and said slowly, "don't stop seaman's child... Don't worry, the guards will only sleep peacefully... Cough... Just sleep in the rain, maybe you'll catch a cold..."

"Really?" Marca raised her eyebrows.

"Of course," the old man smiled again. "Besides, don't you have hostages on hand? Ha... Cough..."

It seems that once this man gets old, he is easy to choke on his saliva even joking. Maka shrugged as she looked at the apparently different cough.

"Then I'll believe it for the time being!" Maka said indifferently, "so... So your people tossed a lot of drama at the cost of their lives, so as to lead me here?"

Seriously, Maka didn't have much sense of reality after chasing and running this afternoon. He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the prediction made by the other party.

I remember Sarah once mentioned that "astrological circle" is a category related to astronomy in alchemy. I'm afraid there are few people who can figure it out now.

So Maka could figure out the reason why these people would come to Azkaban even if they died.

But now, he found that the other party seemed to have no interest in the prison, but basically focused on himself.

As a result, almost all his previous guesses were overturned.

However, the old man didn't seem to have a positive answer to Maka's question.

"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"

As far as Maka knows, there is no deep description of the origin of the island in any historical documents.

Because before the island was discovered by the Ministry of magic, it was occupied by a black wizard. In all the years before the black wizard died, the island had no official records, so it didn't exist.

"I know what most people know from the death of the black wizard who calls himself 'ixtus' to the transformation of this place into Azkaban wizard prison."

Marca's answer was natural and, of course, boring. This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about this seemingly nutritious topic.

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

"All right!" he said slowly in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "cough... So, young man... Do you know the origin of the 'Dementors' on this island?"

Think about the first time spent in Azkaban. Maka has really studied this problem.

Just research belongs to research. He doesn't want to hold a damn academic seminar with an old man whose identity and strength are quite suspicious on a desert island outside Azkaban wizard prison!

"The origin of Dementors?" Maka tilted her head. "Is that important?"

"Well, it's really important - it's important to you and me today." the old man smiled calmly, "but, cough... I see. I think you probably don't like this way of dialogue..."

Just then, he laboriously moved his body, shook his fingers, and propped up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"All right!" the old man continued, "since you don't want to answer the question, be the questioner! Cough... Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now. Ask whatever you want!"

"Really?" Maka also said, "I'm afraid it's useless to ask."

"That's better than not asking."

The old man said, but his eyes moved to the sky behind Maka - the sky over this sea area was already cloudy, and the sky became more and more dark when thunder continued.

"My position is not like you. If you ask, I will always answer... Of course, cough... Whether the answer is true or false, I can't guarantee it."

This last sentence is as like as two peas of Milan's reply to Milan, and how much he carries a little run on Maca's mischief.

"Well, yes," Marca sighed. "So, I wonder if you... Have anything to do with Roy Na Ravenclaw?"

Just as Maka said these words, another thunder shaped like running through heaven and earth struck down, followed by a deafening explosion.

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

The rain finally began to fall.