Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Maca held the "Lihuo Bottle 2" in his hand, carefully avoiding the attack of the basilisk.

No way, no care.

The shortcomings of this thing are still not solved. If the vibration is too big, the unevenness will explode in Maca's hands...

"……It's now."

When the strong wind hit her face again, Maca dropped the potion bottle in her hand and ran straight back.

"Maca!"

"Ok?"

Maca's heart shook, and suddenly she opened her eyes, only to see Hermione and a girl from Ravenclaw standing at the door of the library, looking towards him.

That's too late!

He hurriedly smashed a bottle on the ground, and a cold white mist suddenly rose up, covering the entire corridor in a haze.

Looking carefully, there was a faint sparkle in it.

Maca was in a hurry, using this thing as a smoke bomb.

But even if Maca moves fast, it takes time for the white mist to change from light to thick.

Hermione stood there with the other girl, her body gradually stiffening, and she fell to the ground hard after a while.

In the end, the basilisk roared and ran away with injuries.

More than half of the flames that erupted from "Li Huo Ping No. 2" fell on the ground and the wall, and went out after a while.But the remaining flames are all attached to the head and body of the basilisk, even if it rolls and flees quickly, it does not have much effect.

The flame seemed to stick to its body, burning continuously, showing no sign of getting smaller.

And Maca was squatting next to Hermione, looking at her silently.

"What's Miss Granger?" Lockhart leaned in suddenly, "Oh-my God!"

Neither Maca nor Willie paid attention to him, but Lockhart was the kind of person who would shut up when no one spoke.

"It's too bad-I originally wanted Miss Granger to help me answer the enthusiastic letters from fans! You know, she is also one of my loyal readers."

Lockhart kept nagging, as if there was no sign of stopping.

"Maca." Willie stepped forward and looked at Hermione gently.

"It's okay, they are just petrified..." He shook his head, then whispered to himself again, "Is this the force of fate?"

Suddenly, Maca's eyes fixed on Hermione's hand, her eyes full of solemnity.

"...It seems that the so-called'coercive force' seems not as strong as imagined."

He squatted next to Hermione, looked up at the library, frowning and thinking.He is connecting all the possibilities that can be connected one by one, trying to trace back to the source of the result before him.

After a while, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Lockhart.

"You just said that you want Hermione to help you reply to readers' letters?"

"Oh! Yeah! Yeah...you know, teaching at Hogwarts has less free time." Lockhart said regretfully.

"You didn't ask Harry to answer the letter for you?" Maca narrowed his eyes.

"I really want to, but Mr. Potter seems to have been busy with Quidditch training or something."

"No wonder Ron has never heard of slugs—"

He immediately sorted his thoughts, and already had some answers in his mind.

"Since the past is gone, try to remedy it and see what effect it will have..."

Maca muttered as he walked to the library, but his hand was already on the wand in his sleeve.

"Forget it!" "Armor bodyguard."

Behind Maca, Lockhart's curse came over clearly.

As if he had expected it long ago, he took a step obliquely behind without hesitation.

Maca's angle was controlled particularly accurately, and the shield was like a mirror, bounced the Forgotten Charm onto the wall.

"Professor Guidro Lockhart," Maca said calmly at Lockhart, without changing his face, "Your Forgetting Curse is indeed very good. If you hit it directly, I am afraid that my Iron Armor Curse will not Block this blow completely."

"But please remember, now, you owe me a memory." Maca pointed to his head and said lightly.

"you--"

"Or, do you want me to expose the "creative process" of the novels you wrote?"

Maca emphasized the word "creative process" in particular, looking at Lockhart, who was at a loss, waiting for his final reaction.

"Uh...hehe, hahaha...Look at what you said," Lockhart smiled awkwardly, "Actually, you misunderstood--"

"Professor Guidro Lockhart, do I need to explain to you the specific content?" Maca stared at Lockhart's eyes, holding a wand in one hand, and pulling out a small one in the other. Potions bottle.

"This is called Veritaserum, and it is very difficult to make. To be honest, I don't want to use this stuff. But I think that the reporters from the Daily Prophet might be very interested in your little stories."

Lockhart stared at the small bottle in Maca's hand, the smile on his face completely stiff.

"Uh, okay..." He sighed and spread out his hand weakly, "What do you want?"

"There will be nothing to embarrass you, Professor." Maca said, "Just remember that you owe me a favor. When I need it, I can do my best."

"...When?" Lockhart thought for a while.

"Just in case," Maca shook his head, "I just hope that I won't need you in this life."

"Let's do it then! I'm leaving, I won't say anything about today—" Lockhart turned around in frustration, but before taking a few steps, he was stopped by Maca.

"Professor Lockhart."

"Is there anything else?" Lockhart said helplessly.

For him, being caught by someone is really a headache.Now he wants to leave this place as soon as possible, immediately!immediately!

"If you really need any help, there will be corresponding rewards for you." Maca looked at him and said, "How about a fresh and hot adventure story?"

"Really, really?" Lockhart's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I just think that you may not be able to get your help with just a handle."

"Welcome to come to me anytime!" Lockhart beamed with joy.

There was a pause, and he immediately added: "But it must be within our power."

Maca nodded, and then took Willie to the library.

"why?"

Beside, Wei Li looked up at Maca and asked.

"what why?"

"remuneration."

Maca looked at Wei Li and shook his head slightly.

"I didn't say just now. If you want people to do things honestly, there must be equal benefits, otherwise the other party will not go all out."

Wei Li nodded her head seemingly, and she didn't know how much she understood.

While talking, the two quickly walked to a certain bookshelf.Maca glanced at the bookshelf, pulled out a book from it, tore off the content on a certain page, and wrote a few words on it by the way.

Then he walked back to Hermione again, and shoved the fragment of the page into her stiff hand.

"Although a lot of sheep have been ran away, the sheepfold still needs to be repaired." He muttered to himself while squatting there.

Even if Maca doesn't know what happened, the fact that "Ron and Malfoy did not conflict" can already be confirmed.

Perhaps because of this, neither Harry nor Ron were punished.

Harry didn't go to help Lockhart reply, nor did Ron go to the souvenir showroom to wipe the trophy.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library to ask for Hermione’s help today. As a result, Hermione was attacked. Ron did not see Tom Riddle’s Special Contribution Award trophy in the showroom. Hermione didn't have the slightest hint about the secret room, so she could only look for it, and she hasn't gained anything yet.

But Maca did not expect that it was because he taught Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy did not dare to use the word "mudblood" to insult Hermione again.

This is the real beginning of the series of changes!

"Even... it is very likely that Harry could not find Voldemort's diary at all, maybe..."

This is Maca's wrong guess, but it is clear that the general change of the whole incident has been reversed by him.

"...Yes, yes, right here."

Maca suddenly raised his head, only to find Professor McGonagall and Lockhart rushing.

"Uh, Maca..." Lockhart looked at him with a look of embarrassment.

But then Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall: "I asked Mr. McLean to guard here."

Maca shook his head helplessly.

Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart's eagerness to take credit, the liar's ability to adapt is good.

"Professor McGonagall, this is a double attack."

"Oh-yes, I trouble you." Professor McGonagall sighed, "I know you have a very good relationship with Miss Granger, but now, she must be sent to the school hospital first..."

"Yes, I understand." Maca said, "Do you need my help?"

"No, but you can follow along."

When Professor McGonagall sent Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quidditch Stadium-for the safety of the students, today's event must be cancelled.

Maca sat on the edge of Hermione's hospital bed and looked at her calmly, but didn't know what she was thinking.Wei Li stood quietly behind him, looking at his back without saying a word, her thoughts were also unknown.

On the other side of the bed, Mrs. Pomfrey was carefully watching Hermione's situation.

About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall brought Harry and Ron to the ward.

"Maca!" Ron widened his eyes.

"...You are here." Maca raised his head and looked at him and Harry blankly.

"Don't you have anything to say!"

Ron glanced at the stiff Hermione on the hospital bed, then leaped forward, grasping Maca's front with both hands, and slammed him from the chair to the ground.

"Don't you have anything to say!" Ron's hideous face turned towards Maca, and asked again loudly.