Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Harry woke up from the hospital bed, Maca had already left.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey was actually unwilling to let Maca go first, but when she was overwhelmed by a lot of Maca's theories, she had to admit that Maca was indeed fine...probably.

So Madam Pomfrey pointed her gun at poor Harry.

Under Madam Pomfrey's unyielding force, it didn't take long for Harry to understand-it seemed that he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to cheer him up.

Hagrid gave him a bunch of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny blushed when she came, and gave him a self-made rehabilitation card. If Harry doesn’t close the card If you squeeze it and press it under the dishes or fruit basket, it will scream an unknown song constantly.

After that, the members of the Gryffindor team came, and Wood followed at the end, his voice was hollow and looked lifeless.But he said to Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all, it was not Harry's fault.

Of course Ron and Hermione had arrived early. They stayed by the bed and left at night.

Everyone can see that Harry is not in good shape.

But no matter what others said or did, Harry couldn't make Harry feel any better, because people knew only half of his troubles.

He didn't tell anyone what he saw ominous, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the only thing he is not sure about is Maca.

"Perhaps, Maca already knows something..." Harry recalled the warm and warm silver-white haze at the time, and it was the thing that pulled him.

He pondered for a while, but shook his head.

By the way, the black dog has appeared twice!

Every time I saw that black dog, something almost fatal happened: last time, he was almost run over by a Cavalier bus; this time, he fell from a broomstick fifty feet above the ground.

Is that really ominous, as Professor Trelawney said?

If that is the case, then, should Ominousness haunt him until he is really dead?Does he have to be on guard for this beast for the rest of his life?

"Come to me if you have any trouble, and I will help you solve it."-Harry inexplicably recalled what Maca had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he couldn't just rely on Maca like that, it was not what he should do.

The arrogance of the little lion will always ignite spontaneously at this time.

By the way, there are those damn dementors!

Every time he thinks of them, Harry feels sick and humiliated—everyone says they are terrible, but no one else is like him. They fainted when they approached?No one else has repeatedly heard the voices of their parents before they die in their heads!

And Maca can even use that powerful spell to drive them away!

In the middle of the night, Harry was lying in the hospital, and he couldn't fall asleep either because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason.

He stared at the ceiling, the moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains.

"Oh, did Nimbus leave?" Harry murmured.

At this moment, he seemed to have heard the words of "her", and heard those words repeated again and again.

As the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice.She tried hard to protect him from Voldemort's harm; he also heard Voldemort's laugh before killing his mother...

All night, Harry woke from dreams, dreaming in intermittent sleep.He dreamed of wet, slippery, rotten hands and creepy begging sounds everywhere.

He woke up suddenly,

...

Just as Harry tossed and turned, in a depression deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"...Aragok, has there been a black dog running around in the woods recently?" Maca asked casually while preparing the potion for transformation.

"Black dog?" Aragok clicked and asked the children not far away. Then he said, "It seems that there is one, but that little thing only moves on the edge. Will run inside."

"That's good."

Maca has no plans to make contact with Sirius Black, at least not yet.

After he said, he shook the reagent tube and walked towards Aragok.

The experiment has been conducted several times, and Aragog is used to it—at least it won’t be as nervous as it was the first time.

As the liquid medicine was delivered into its body, Maca sat directly on a dead tree trunk beside him, quietly waiting for some changes that might happen next.

Although from the data point of view, the fit value of Modification Potion and Aragog has been greatly improved, probabilistic events are always probabilistic events, and it will not become certain because you have expectations.

Seeing that Aragog’s abdomen and feet are gradually emerging some greenish green, its eight eyeballs also vaguely reveal a grayish white color-this is the state that appeared in the last experiment, Maca just Calmly record the time and extent of the changes, and continue to focus their attention.

At this moment, Aragok reacted further!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only the chest, abdomen and feet, but also the back covered with stripes of dark green!Some things like scales are spreading from its forehead.

"Hiss——" Maca glanced at its eyes subconsciously, but immediately moved away from her eyes with her eyes covered.

He felt that his skin seemed to become taut.

Perceiving this, Maca immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured a small sip of liquid medicine into his mouth—that was the mandela resurrection potion he had prepared long ago, just to deal with it. This is the case right now.

Although he was caught inadvertently, the bloodline modification experiment was successful!

"Aragok, how do you feel?" Maca looked at the experimental record in his hand, and didn't forget to ask about Aragok's status immediately.

He had to record this precious experimental data completely.

"Yes...I feel...very good!" Aragok's clicking sound disappeared, and it seems that his change is indeed not small.

"I think I did acquire the power of that thing," it said. "Although most of it is not complete, at least, I can also go to sleep-this will allow me to gain longer."

"Your children will gain more complete abilities. This is certain." Maca nodded and said, "However, I suggest you close your eyes, otherwise your children can't stand it, your wife. Too."

"I think you are right..." Aragok said, closing all eight eyes.

Only at this time, Maca was able to see the changes in Aragog.

There is no doubt that its changes are significant.

At this moment, Aragog, almost half of his body has been covered with a layer of thin armor-like snake scales, and its size has become a bit larger.

On its back, the original striped markings were slightly black in color, while the rest of it all turned into a dark green.

Its chelated mouthparts seem to have become sharper, and the faint light flashes on it, seeming to hide a deadly toxin.

But what interests Maca most is a round red spot on Aragog's forehead-perhaps its descendants will give birth to horns like basilisks.

"Aragog, we succeeded." Maca stepped forward and patted its long legs casually, but his other hand was already holding the wand handle in the sleeve.

"Yes, I didn't expect it, it really succeeded!" Aragok looked very excited, "Thank you very much, this will give my race more chances of survival!"

"Yes, my friend." Maca put his hand on its lap, and continued, "Your race will last as long as our friendship!"

"Oh, of course, my friend!" Aragok said naturally, "When my next child is born, I will take my ethnic group to move deeper in the forest to live! You can come and find it at any time We, except you and Hagrid, none of us welcome!"

Okay!After becoming stronger, it became even more confusing...

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog has developed such a large ethnic group!This is also a kind of survival wisdom, and Maca feels that he can indeed understand this kind of thinking.

Perhaps, Aragog improved more than just strength-Maca couldn't help but produce such speculations in his heart.

It wasn't until this time that Maca released the hand that held the wand in secret.

After repeatedly instructing Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maca left the recess and went to sleep in the dormitory.Today's things are so tiring, he does feel a little tired.

Although the integrity of the soul had been confirmed at the beginning, and the doubt of the permanent lack of emotion was denied, even today he successfully cast the Guardian God spell to prove this indirectly.

But there is no doubt about the fact that emotion was suppressed by some unknown force.

Casting the patron saint curse in this state is not only laborious, but also always makes him feel unreality of looking at flowers in the fog.

"Should I feel fortunate, or should I feel helpless?" Maca was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking, "Well, in fact, I can't feel anything."

That same day, Maca suddenly wanted to experience the kind of touch that he felt in the Duke Bee Candy Store—he felt that that should be the key to cracking the test.

In the confusion, Maca thought further and further, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.

The night sky after the torrential rain seemed exceptionally clear, and the starry sky shone with blurred light.