Chapter 1482 Lack

"Ahem... the voice is loud!"

At the front of the slightly semicircular venue, Akinbad cleared his throat, pointed his wand at his throat, and cast a spell of amplifying the sound.

Immediately, under the effect of the spell, his words instantly spread to every corner of the slightly old but still magnificent venue.

The meeting has begun.

"Perhaps you have noticed that today's 'emergency meeting' is really 'urgent', so urgent that I came up without even preparing the speech."

"And... because I have issued an international support announcement in advance, I believe everyone knows one thing! Before this meeting was held, I came directly from the British magic community."

Regarding the reasons for this emergency meeting, the representatives of various countries have some ideas in their minds. After all, such a big event has happened in the British wizarding world, and even the Muggle world is full of rumors. This meeting... will be held sooner or later.

What's more, before Na Haierbo finally set off a misty disaster in London, England, he also caused a big commotion at the Ouagadou Magic School in Africa, Italy, France and other places. Recently, the international attention has almost reached the highest level.

"Here, I have to say that the revival of ancient black wizards that is happening in the UK today is a major event, a major event that everyone must pay attention to! Our daily life is being disrupted by that Hai Erbo; Our hopeful future may be destroyed by that Haierbo"

"Gentlemen and ladies! This is not my alarmist talk, but the fact that I have seen with my own eyes!"

Akinbad pointed to his uninjured eye, and conveyed the most sincere feeling in his heart to the ears of the official members sitting in various parts of the venue.

"I think what everyone wants to know most now is the real disaster situation in London, England."

"However, relying on my words to describe it will inevitably lack a lot of real feeling. So I borrowed one of his little inventions from Mr. Maca McLean... I hope that everyone can experience it for themselves in an immersive state. Consider the horrors of the wizarding and Muggle populace in London"

Before he finished speaking, Akinbad swung his wand suddenly, and pushed aside the red cloth that had been spread in the open space in front of the podium.

Immediately, a rune pattern centered on the Pensieve was revealed from below.

In the venue, many members of the federation from all over the world sat at the curved long table, looking at the soft silver light rippling in front of the table,

Before I knew it, I felt a little dazed.

Among the many well-known wizards present, there are quite a few people who know this magic tool. After all, this treasure of Hogwarts is one of the few magic tools related to thinking, memory, and will in the world. It was included in the catalog of magic treasures hundreds of years ago.

Of course, because its practicality is actually not high, the ranking is relatively backward. At least it is definitely far from being comparable to the peerless weapon like the Gryffindor sword.

Although, in the eyes of a truly powerful wizard, the value of the Pensieve is not low at all.

"Everyone!"

After Akinbad lifted the red cloth, he paused for a moment and immediately said:

"I, Babajid Akinbad, hereby swear that the memories I will show you next will be completely realistic and will not be modified in the slightest."

After finishing speaking, he raised the wand in his hand to his temple, pulled out a white flocculent memory strand like spider silk from his head on the spot, then flicked it lightly and threw it into the Pensieve in front of him.

The next moment, when the wizards of the French Ministry of Magic who were waiting on the side stepped into the designated nodes of the rune pattern, several dark blue magic radiance immediately spread from their feet until the entire map was filled.

At that moment, before the congressmen in the venue had time to express their admiration for the complex and mysterious stone pattern, a majestic and vast silver ripple surged out of the pensieve, overwhelming the entire venue like a huge wave. drowned.

...

"Oh, is this the beginning?"

Spiral Town, New St. Mungo's Underground Observation Room.

Maka, who was sitting on the armchair beside the hospital bed with her legs crossed and arms folded, her eyes slightly closed for a short rest, suddenly opened her eyes, and murmured secretly as if aware of something.

In order to really grasp the timing, he left some hands and feet in the slate formation for Aginbad. As long as he is barely within the range that can be transmitted, he can more or less detect the signal of the graphic array.

And obviously, the distance between France and Britain is not far away.

"call"

Letting out a little breath, Maca finally put down her raised legs and sat up slightly.

To be honest, he doesn’t really hope that the situation at the venue will develop to the point where he has to take action. If the bill can be passed by relying on Aginbad’s speech and the demonstration of the Pensieve’s disaster, that would be great. up.

It's a pity that he also understands that it is really difficult to get most of the global parliamentarians to agree with that matter.

Of course, what worries Maca right now is far more than the situation at the emergency joint meeting venue. Because in the final analysis, all these things were caused by Hai Erbo.

Not long ago, the report that the army of living corpses showed their face in the southeastern suburbs of London is also one of the major issues currently plaguing Maca.

Compared with this, even Trelawney's prophecy seemed no longer so important. Without her mentioning Maca, she knew that if Haierbo was allowed to continue to wreak havoc, the situation would become more and more out of hand.

At this moment, Maka, who was sitting on the chair in a daze, suddenly turned her head, and casually said to the survivor witch who was still asleep:

"Ma'am... In order for this disaster to end, please at least give me some clues and hints! Okay?"

When suppressing the power in the soul for the two survivors, Maca vaguely sensed the soul rule contained in it.

That is the most special type of soul rules Maca has come into contact with so far.

It is complex, obscure, and full of chaotic negative will, but after a little aftertaste, you will feel the purity in it unusually.

And since that kind of soul rule doesn't belong to Haierbo's branch that originated from the devouring mirror, it naturally comes from the devil.

Thinking back a little, among the crimes he has not touched until now, it seems that only the two branches of "laziness" and "greed" are left...

"From that pure point of view... would it be 'greedy'?"

In the final analysis, Maca is still far from truly understanding the essence of soul rules. It is obviously impossible to figure out the reason based on this imagination alone.

"Yes, what's missing."