Chapter 1482: Lack

"Ahem ... the voice is loud!"
At the forefront of the slightly semi-circular meeting place, Akinbad cleared his throat and cast a sound-enhancing curse with his wand at his throat.
Suddenly, under the effect of the spell, his words instantly spread to all corners of the venue, which were slightly old, but still magnificent.
The meeting began.
"Perhaps you have noticed that today's" emergency meeting "is really" urgent "and I rushed up without even preparing a speech."
"And ... Because I issued an international support notice beforehand, I believe that everyone knows it right! Before this meeting, I came directly from the British magic world."
For the reasons for holding this emergency meeting, the representatives of various countries have a little bit of heart in mind. After all, such a big thing happened in the British magic world, and even the Muggle world was rumored. This meeting ... can be called sooner or later.
What's more, before the haze disaster that finally set off in London, Britain, Haierbo also caused a great commotion in the Wagadu 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 resurrection of the ancient black wizards that is happening in Britain today is a big event, a big event that everyone must focus on! Our daily life is being disrupted by that Halepo; Our hopeful future may be destroyed by that Haierbo. "
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is not my alarmist, but the fact that I have seen it with my own eyes, with only this left eye!"
Akinabad pointed to his uninjured eye, and passed the truest feelings in his heart to the ears of the formal MPs sitting around the venue.
"I think what you most want to know now is the actual disaster situation in London, UK."
"However, my words alone will inevitably lack a lot of real sense. So I borrowed one of his gizmos from Mr. Maca McLean ... I hope that you can feel it as if you are there. Let ’s take a look at the fear that wizards and Muggles in London have encountered

Before the words fell, Akinbad waved his magic wand and set aside the red cloth that had been laid on the open space in front of the podium.
Suddenly, a rune array centered on a meditation basin emerged from below.
In the conference hall, many joint conference members from all over the world sat in the curved long table and looked at the soft silver light before the table. They felt a little hesitant before they realized it.
Among the many named wizards present, there are still a lot of people who know this magical instrument. After all, this treasure of Hogwarts is also one of the few magic props related to thinking, memory, and will in the world. Hundreds of years ago, it was included in the catalog of magic treasures.
Of course, because its practicality is not high, the ranking is relatively backward, at least it must be far from the peerless weapon like Gryffindor sword.
Although, in the eyes of a truly powerful wizard, the value of a meditation basin is not low.
"Everyone!"
After Akinbad opened the red cloth, he paused for a moment and said immediately:
"I swear by Babajid Akinbad, and the memory I show you next will be completely realistic, without any modification."
In other words, he raised his wand against the temple, and on the spot pulled out a white, cobweb-like flocculent memory tow, and then gently threw it into the meditation basin ahead.
The next moment, when several French Ministry wizards waited on each side to step into the designated Mowen Array node, several faint blue magical powers spread immediately from their feet until the entire Array was filled.
At that moment, the members of the meeting had no time to sigh for the complicated and mysterious slate pattern. A majestic silver ripples surged out from the meditation basin, giving the entire venue like a huge wave. Submerged.
...
"Oh, is this the beginning?"
Spiral Town, New San Mungo underground observation room.
Maca, who was sitting on the back of the bed with her arms crossed and her arms closed, her eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened her eyes and muttered secretly.
In order to effectively grasp the time, he left some hands and feet in the slate pattern for Akinbad. As long as it is still within the range that he can pass, he can detect the signal of the map operation to some extent.
Obviously, the distance between France and Britain is not far away.
"call"
Exhaling slightly, Maca finally lowered her raised legs and sat slightly upright.
To be honest, he didn't really want the situation at the venue to develop to the point where he had to make a shot. If Akinbad's speech and the disaster display of the meditation basin could let the motion pass, then it would be better Already.
Unfortunately, he also understood that it was indeed difficult to get the majority of parliamentarians to agree.
Of course, what worries Maca right now is far more than the situation at the emergency joint conference venue. Because in the final analysis, these things are still induced by the guy from Haierbo.
Not long ago, the report that the army of corpses had made a face in the southeast suburbs of London was also one of the major issues that troubled Maca.
In contrast, even Trilawney's predictions seem to be less important, and she doesn't need to say that Maca knows that if Haierbo continues to rag, things will get even worse.
At this moment, Maca, who was sitting slightly in a chair, suddenly turned her head and said casually to the survivor witch who was still asleep:
"Ma'am ... in order for this disaster to end, please give at least some clues and tips! Okay?"
In suppressing the power in the soul for these two survivors, UU read the book www.uukanashu. com maca faintly senses the kind of soul rules contained in it.
That is the most special kind of soul rules that Maca has encountered so far.
It is complex, obscure, and full of chaotic negative will, but with a slight aftertaste, it will abnormally feel the share of it.
And since the soul rule is not the branch of Haierbo that originates from the Mirror of Devouring, it naturally comes from the devil.
Slightly recalling that, among the evils he has not been exposed to now, it seems that there are only two branches of "laziness" and "greed" ...
"In that pure sense ... would it be 'greedy'?"
In the final analysis, Maca is far from truly understanding the nature of the rules of the soul. It is obviously impossible to figure out why this is the case.
"Yes, what's wrong with it."