Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Mr. McLean, that's the situation," Celine said. "To be honest, my mother fainted for a while and woke up very quickly. So, we didn't care too much."

"But later, my mother's body became weaker and weaker... We have also visited Saint Mungo many times, but we have been unable to find out why."

Maca nodded, and then suddenly asked, "So, is there nothing else in that swamp?"

Celine shook her head and said: "No...or we couldn't see anything. After all, the poisonous fog there is too thick to get deep."

"Manchak Swamp..." Maca pondered carefully, "Ghost Swamp... Voodoo..."

Words popped out of his mouth one by one, that was some information he knew.

But after a while, Maca shook his head after all.

"The U.S. has to do a field study... Send your mother back to the bedroom first, and I will figure out a way... At least I have to get the things attached to my soul down first." Card said so.

"...In your mother's state, that has reached a critical point, and it will definitely not support our return from the United States."

This time the problem is really troublesome. As far as Maca is concerned, he is not sure that Celine's mother will fully recover.

Can the soul that has been swallowed make those things spit out again?

"It seems that I have to trouble Principal Dumbledore this time..." Maca rubbed his frowning brows, thinking like this in his heart.

To be honest, although it is a matter of the soul, Celine's mother's situation has nothing to do with his own emotional isolation, this matter can already be confirmed.

But intellectually, it was a matter of course to stay away from this obvious trouble—in fact, Snape probably did just that.

But Maca, who has been denying this way of judgment and trying to retrieve his emotions, did not choose to avoid it.

Besides, he is really interested in things that can only devour souls.

Coming out of the "Snow Witch", there was already heavy snow outside, and it seemed that it could not stop for a while.

Maca tightened her robe, staring at Fengxue and walking towards the secret road...

Hogwarts Castle is still empty, and the students are still enjoying a happy holiday. It will be empty for a while.

But Dumbledore would never have much time for vacation.

At this moment, he was still sorting out various materials in the principal's room, and by the way, he had to prepare the documents for the Ministry of Magic to keep on file.To be honest, Dumbledore is really free within a few days of the year.

While he was immersed in various affairs, he seemed to notice something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the door.

At the same time, after a few regular knocks, a voice came in.

"...Professor Dumbledore, this is Maca McLean, there are some things that need your help."

Hearing this voice, the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face seemed to stretch.

He has been waiting, waiting for McLean, the kid to be able to come to him for help on his own-even if it is a small favor.

This child is indeed quite smart and very independent.Judging from his dealings with people and handling things, it seems that he doesn't need to worry too much.

He is not like Tom Riddle, he is better than Tom, and he is more capable.But what Dumbledore valued was the sincere heart he had hidden deeply.

As a wizard, a wizard who will eventually become stronger, this is particularly important.

But right now, McLean, the kid, is embarking on the old path he once gave up.The road was too rough and hard, and the burdens to bear were pressed one by one.

He is really worried about whether this child will be crushed, crushed, and go the wrong way in the confusion.

As a teacher who taught students like Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to wait this time.

He will no longer rashly encourage the students he valued, but he will not interfere or force corrections.What he is doing is just trusting a smart kid and giving guidance when he actively seeks help, nothing more.

"Come in," Dumbledore said loudly.

The door opened automatically, and Maca walked in without hesitation.

"Professor," said Maca, "you must have heard about the witch yesterday--"

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"When I went to visit her mother today, I found something strange." Maca continued, "As far as I judged, the therapist at St. Mungo misdiagnosed her mother's illness, so I personally made one for her mother an examination."

He increased his tone and said solemnly: "I found something strange in her mother's soul-it is a kind of smoke-like thing, they are constantly eating and devouring the soul..."

"And now, her mother's soul is incomplete."

When Dumbledore heard this, he couldn't help but strained.

Swallowing the soul, everything that involves this situation is generally not a trivial matter.

Immediately afterwards, Maca briefly talked about the matter of Manchak Swamp, but Dumbledore immediately shook his head.

"I know that place," he said calmly. "You can't go there if you don't have to."

After that, he said to Maca: "Bring her mother here... Or, do you want me to do something else?"

Maca shook his head and said: "No, it's just this thing, it's a bit beyond my ability-for the soul, I just learned some fur."

"There is no way to start for the time being, and her mother can't wait."

Dumbledore stared at Maca with piercing eyes for a while before he said, "That's it, McLean, bring her to me."

After Macaxi, he hurriedly left.

"The mind is firm and the goal is clear..." Dumbledore looked at the closed door and nodded secretly. "I lost my feelings, but didn't immerse myself in this kind of efficient and clear psychology, still affirming the past. That self...this is the most precious."

...

After New Year's Day, everyone was back to school, and Scabbard also unexpectedly returned to Ron's bed, which made him a little more happy-but it looked even more listless.

On the second day, the school started.

Two hours in the playground in the cold January morning is the last thing everyone wants to do; but Hagrid raised a large fire with fire monsters inside, making everyone happy, and the students had a good time. The festival was an extraordinary lesson-they collected dead branches and leaves to keep the fire going, and the flame-loving lizards jumped around on the burnt, red wood block.

The first divination class of the new semester is much worse than this.

Professor Trelawney was teaching them palmistry now, and she lost no time in telling Harry that the lifeline in his hand was the shortest she had ever seen.

Soon, the morning class was over.

"He still looks sick, isn't he?" Ron was talking about Professor Lupin in the last class in the morning.

They are walking in the corridor, going to lunch.

"What do you think about him?" Ron said curiously.

At this moment, there was a loud and impatient "beep" behind them.It was Hermione, she had been sitting under a suit of armor, sorting her schoolbag.There are too many books to close the schoolbag.

"What are you saying to us?" Ron asked her impatiently.

"That was the sound of car horns..." Harry explained, afraid that Ron would not understand.

"Nothing." Hermione said proudly, and put her schoolbag back on her shoulder.

"No, something is wrong," Ron said. "I just said I didn't know what was wrong with Lupin, so you just—"

"Ah, isn't that obvious?" Hermione said, with a sense of superiority that made people crazy.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't say it!" Ron shouted.

"Okay." Hermione said arrogantly, and then left.

"She doesn't know either," Ron said, glaring at Hermione angrily. "She just wants us to talk to her again."

Harry shrugged and said, "You should be polite. Didn't Hermione specifically find Professor McGonagall for Shaban... Although Shaban was gone..."

"Yeah, yeah," Ron sighed. "Well, I think I should... but I can't help seeing her like that!"

"She also resisted not telling Professor McGonagall about the firebolt. You can bear it!" Harry is in a good mood now, he is going to ride the best broomstick on the field!

And recently, his patron saint curse has become more and more proficient, which is also an exciting thing.

"Let's continue to talk about Professor Lupin..."

A week after the semester started, Ravenclaw and Slytherin played a match.

Slytherin won, but the score was close.

According to Wood, this is good news for the Gryffindor team.Because if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw, it can still be second.

Therefore, Wood increased his training time to five times a week-which meant that Harry only had two nights a week for homework.

Even so, Harry did not appear to be as tired as Hermione.

Hermione took too many courses, and the burden of the courses finally appeared on her.

Every night, Hermione is bound to appear in the corner of the common room. On the tables in front of him are various textbooks: arithmetic diagrams, various magic dictionaries, illustrations of Muggle lifting heavy objects, and various scopes. Extensive notes... She seldom talks to others, and if someone disturbs her, she speaks abusively.

"How did she deal with it?"

Ron murmured to Harry one night when Harry was about to finish a essay on undetectable poisons arranged by Snape.

Harry looked up. Hermione was sitting behind a pile of crumbling books, almost out of sight.

"She looks like Maca lately..." Harry said, "Um... what to deal with?"