Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It is still cloudy in London today.

The humid air makes people want to take off their clothes and twist them to see if they can wring out water.

The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, and some gloomy morning light could only faintly reveal, announcing that it was another time that would be frightened by rain and fog.

Maca had just left the black market with Charlotte. At this moment, the two of them were walking aimlessly along the rippling Thames, under the wet bricks, watching the street lights go out one by one, it seemed A little leisurely.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte couldn't help but speak first.

"...Little brother, are you...really going to fight Voldemort?" She looked a little worried, perhaps a little self-blaming.

In any case, for Maca, that is not very important.

"Why am I going to fight Voldemort?" He shrugged, seemingly relaxed, and asked back.

The entanglement between him and Voldemort has long been unclear.The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.

Under Maca's efforts, the time bomb only dismantled the timing device and turned it into a remote-controlled bomb that could be detonated at any time.

As for whether to hold the detonating device tightly, or to throw the detonating device away and use it as a landmine... To be honest, Maca could not make a decision until now.

When he had a choice, he was not a decisive person.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Charlotte.

"By the way, senior sister, what are your plans next? I suggest you go to Hogwarts first and avoid talking!" Maca planned to put aside the previous topic in a brisk tone, but Charlotte did not follow His pace.

"But..." Charlotte pursed her lips and said nervously, "Didn't you have promised Grandpa that you are going to snatch the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort? You have signed a magic contract, and you have even borrowed it for three times. This collection is used as a deposit..."

Maca smiled carelessly.

"The contract only states that when I take the Philosopher’s Stone from Voldemort, the Witt family and I will study and use it together. But what if I don’t want to snatch it at all? What if the Philosopher’s Stone is not in Voldemort’s hands at all? What will happen?"

There is another sentence he didn't say: In fact, the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed by Dumbledore. Where can I find it?

This transaction was not established from the beginning, it was just wishful thinking of the old Patriarch of the Werther family.

"This...you really don't have a word of truth..." Charlotte was obviously surprised by Maca's deception. She never thought that someone could bluff everyone with just one mouth.

But Maca smiled and shook his head.

All valid lies are paved with facts known to the other party.

Only when the other party recognizes the "true" part of the lie, will he subconsciously associate the other part of the "false" with the "true"; and only when the other party is asked to piece together the two parts can he be convinced. .

Everyone has a self-righteous side. The more confident and arrogant people are, the more likely they are to commit this problem. Even Maca himself cannot be spared.

The two walked a few steps forward, and Maca suddenly remembered a question before.

"Senior sister, I have a question I want to ask." He turned his head and asked Charlotte, "The Werther family...or, why is the family with the heritage of ancient wizards so low-key? Just what I saw today. Judging, at least the Werther family is still full of background, obviously deliberately hiding the influence of the family, right?"

This question is obviously not easy to answer, Charlotte pondered for a long time, and finally hesitated and shook his head.

"As far as I know, every generation of the Patriarch in the family will strictly order family members not to act publicly. As for why... the Patriarch only said that it was abiding by a certain ancestor's family motto..." she said.After thinking for a while, he continued, "However, the reason is definitely not that simple. It is said that there are two levels of secret rooms in the underground of the family mansion. The first level can only be entered through the test of the ancestors. Inside is the magic book "Aba Tyre; and the second level, only allows each generation of Patriarch to enter..."

"So, if there is an answer, it must be in those two secret rooms?" Maca thoughtfully.

"...And it's probably on the second floor." Charlotte nodded and added.

After that, the two chatted a few more words casually, and saw Maca suddenly turned his head.

"McLean, have you been leisurely enough this evening? Throw business to the sneaky guy, but you are nosy around?"

It was Mad-Eye Moody who was talking. After disappearing all night, he suddenly appeared behind Maca.

Maca greeted him with a smile and said indifferently: "Professor Moody, I'm just using my time more efficiently! Since Tarino is at a good level of work, I must make the best use of everything. OK, isn't it?"

"Let me see, you are just hanging out!" Moody said with a dissatisfaction on his crutches.

"Okay, I believe the werewolf thing will soon..."

Only halfway through the conversation, Maca turned his head with Moody and watched a familiar figure walk out of the alley not far away.

"Look! The person reporting the results has arrived."

"Mr. McLean, there is good news!" Tarino hurried to a few people, and said with a smile, "I have found the stronghold where the werewolves are currently located, and they will not change at will for at least three days. It’s the next stronghold. But..."

Having said this, he frowned again and said: "However, Greyback is indeed not in the stronghold, and has not left any news. Currently, his whereabouts are unknown."

"Is the news reliable?" Maca asked immediately.

"Of course, the source is a coward who wanders on the edge of the werewolf group. He was just driven out of the group some time ago. Now hiding in Tibet, the mix is ​​very bad... I only used two Jin Jialong to get the Less news."

Tarino said with a triumphant smile.

"In that case, I'll go there for a round tomorrow night." Maca nodded clearly, and handed the deposit slip he had received directly to Tarino. "Cash it out by yourself! The remaining half will be first. You don’t need to give it to me, just as I paid you in advance, there will definitely be tasks in the future."

"Wrap it on me!" Tarino patted his chest and said, "If you have anything to do, you will be there on call!"

"After all, it was snatched. It doesn't hurt at all to spend it?" Moody said sarcastically as he watched Tarino leave behind.

"It's better to spend the ill-gotten wealth earlier, it's a bit hot to keep it in your hands!" Maca said jokingly.

"Little kid...what ill-gotten gains? Let me tell you?"

Dressed in morning dew, the three of them walked away under the hazy sunrise, and finally disappeared at the end of the street.

...

When the Maca trio returned to Hogwarts, the little wizards had already eaten in the auditorium.

Hermione's injury was better, but her mood still didn't seem to recover.Ron on the side glanced at her from time to time, opened his mouth several times in a row, but couldn't say a word.

On the other side, at the long Slytherin table, Willie was eating breakfast while looking through her notes seriously.

During this period of time, she has been writing and drawing on that notebook. Although she would post it for a while as usual from time to time, she obviously spent more time on the notebook.

When there is no class, she will go somewhere else alone, and it will take a long time if she disappears.

It just so happened that there was no class schedule in Slytherin this morning.After slowly eating breakfast, she held her notes and a handbag, and walked towards the Astronomy Tower.

The wind is not small today. She didn't go up to the top of the tower, but sat down with a piece of parchment on an empty space in the tower.

Immediately afterwards, she carried out a lot of things from her handbag.Looking at the tools such as test tubes and crucibles, she seemed to want to do some potions exercises.

However, Wei Li is not a person who is good at doing these delicate tasks. On the contrary, her every move seems a little clumsy.

Before doing each step, she would carefully look down at the handwriting, and then do it practically.

One hour, two hours...

Time flies quickly, but failure comes faster.

When the test tube exploded because of some mistakes in some steps, Willie still packed it up blankly, and then tried again without discouragement.

It wasn't until near noon that she packed up all the tools very punctually, and recorded some of the experience this time on her hand.

When everything was over, she went downstairs silently again and went to the auditorium for lunch.

I don't know when this kind of life has become Wei Li's daily life.Calm, regular, and orderly, as if she had been doing this all the time.

But today, Maca, who had just come out of the principal's office and was about to go to the auditorium for lunch, finally noticed a trace in Wei Li.

"Villy?"

Maca stopped the quiet girl who was walking up the stairs with her handbag.

"...Maca?" Willie turned her head, then stopped and looked at him calmly.

"Your sleeves are torn." Maca pointed to her a little too long sleeves. "Also, there are some...Is this a thickener?"

He stretched out his hand and twisted it on Villy's sleeve, then put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately distinguished what the sticky thing was.

"What potion are you refining?" Maca asked curiously.

Wei Li raised her head, looked at Maca blinked, and then said softly, "Practicing...difficult."

As always, her words are concise, but at least this time she still expresses her meaning clearly, so that Macka can't guess.)!!