Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The night became thicker in the cold air, and the frosty roofs and chimneys, the dry and tangled tree branches, and even the sculptures on the eaves of the store all seemed to have fallen into that mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade has always been like this.

It feels cold and shaded everywhere, and it becomes indistinct at night, a little like to scare people.

But the two bars here use the dim red light from the windows to bring warmth to the guests at night in every dark night.

Holding a magical creature in his hand, Maca walked slowly down the street and walked leisurely towards the pig's head bar on the other end.

In Hogsmeade Village, the three broom bars and the pig’s head bar happen to be located at the head and the end of the village. The types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other, and they always coexist harmoniously.

In the past few days, it has stopped snowing in Hogsmeade, and the vision has also become much wider.

Maca looked around, and soon saw the faint light of fire scattered on the snow.

Turning to the right, he crossed an intersection, and the old bar that had not been repaired for many years immediately caught his eye. Seeing the tattered signboard, it was a bit too shabby.

Pushing the door in, Aberforth in the bar glanced at the door casually as a dull bell rang.

"Ok?"

Aberforth's bearded face moved slightly, and his eyes widened.

"good evening!"

Maca smiled and said hello, and looked around, but found that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth narrowed his eyes and twitched the corners of his eyes.

"...Good evening," he seemed to be holding back his anger, and said dryly, "Pets are not welcome in our shop. You can tie them outside before you come in."

Maca shrugged and said, "Didn't I hear that you like sheep? Look!"

He held the rope in his hand to turn the sheep he brought, and then patted the sheep's tail hard.

"Altai big-tail sheep! Come all the way from Asia...Look at this perfect curve..." he said, and then patted hard, "This fat and round sheep's tail is so great!"

As Aberforth listened, the corners of his eyes twitched again.

"I like goats! Understood? Goats!" He said in a low voice, "Are you planning to insult my greatest hobby in my life?"

"Is this bad?" Maca looked down again and slapped again subconsciously.

"You kid, you don't understand the beauty of goats!" Aberforth kept the wine glass in his hand on the bar, and pointed at Maca angrily with his hips akimbo.

"Okay, okay... can I apologize, can't I?" Maca smiled and shook his hand, took the sheep out again, and bolted it on the pillar at the door, then walked inside.

"Butter beer," he said, pointing to the stove behind, "help me warm it up?"

Aberforth took out a wine bottle full of ashes from under the bar, and took the wine glass together to have a meal in front of Maca.

"Heat yourself up!" he said gruffly.

Maca shrugged, took out his wand and ordered the bottle and glass. After cleaning it, he poured the butterbeer into the glass.

Immediately afterwards, he swiped his wand around the wine glass a few times. With a flutter of flames, the liquid in the glass gradually formed tiny bubbles.

Soon, there was steam from the upper edge of the wine glass, and a strong smell of butter also spread out.

"Another so-called genius..." Aberforth murmured, "I hate genius."

"What's the matter with geniuses? They are not all human beings." Maca smiled. "When it's bad luck, no one can escape..."

"Don't you deny that you are a genius?" Aberforth gave him a look of contempt.

"From what I know so far, I want to deny that other people's consent is needed..." Maca said, taking a sip from the glass, and then let out a sigh of relief, "The so-called'genius' ', the person has never been self-proclaimed, don't you understand if you look at your brother?"

"He?" Aberforth snorted.

"...The older the older, the more humble?" Maca curiously asked.

"Huh...How can there be such a saying?" Aberforth said disdainfully, "A'genius' only knows to converge when he has done stupid things! It's a pity... it's too late by then!"

When Maca listened, she couldn't help but touch her face.

The old man was right, not only his old brother Dumbledore, but he almost went on the self-righteous path of no return...

"Hmm..." Maca thought for a while, suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "You are right! To thank you, when I come again next time, I will definitely pick a goat for you!"

"Shut up!" Aberforth glared at him and said, "I don't want to hear the word'goat' in your mouth. For an inexperienced kid like you, such a wonderful vocabulary can be said in your mouth. An insult to it!"

Maca strained his forehead and shook his head helplessly-this one is definitely not saved!

At this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open again, the broken bell rang again, and a man in a black cloak strode in from outside.

"Get out!"

Aberforth just raised his head and almost glanced at it a second time before screaming.

"Well?"

Maca turned her head and found that the man was at the door with a loud shout from Aberforth. He was a bit dilemma. It seemed that it was Snape.

"What's the matter?" He turned his head and looked at Aberforth strangely.

"This kid ran to eavesdrop on other people's conversations fourteen years ago and was blasted out by me!" Aberforth pointed to the door.

Maca turned her head again and glanced at Snape again-everyone was wearing a hood!And... fourteen years ago?Can you recognize this?

"……time to go!"

Snape's voice sounded quite irritable, and after leaving a word, he immediately turned and walked out.

Maca looked at Aberforth with complex expressions, and couldn't help but look more.

"You have a good memory!"

After he finished speaking, he took his wine glass and sighed, then put down the wine and walked out the door, and Aberforth just snorted impatiently.

The air outside was obviously much colder than the room inside, and Maca couldn't help but shrink his neck before looking at Snape.

"Use me to take you there?" Snape frowned. "With your ability, don't you need it?"

Maca smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not impossible, it's always going to deviate from the target. No matter how you try, it won't work..."

Apparition is not a spatial movement, and it cannot be solved by calculation alone.It is more of a long-distance movement that relies on memory and perception residues.

For the average wizard, just do it by feeling.But if Maca relies on feeling to cast spells, there will always be deviations.

At least, before he studied and understood all the broken rule runes contained in the Phantom Shifting spell, he would never be able to rely on accurate calculations to correct the offset of the coordinates.

"As for where the problem lies, I still don't understand..." He said helplessly.

"You better figure it out early."

Snape said, reaching out to grab Maca's arm, and with a twist, the two immediately disappeared in place.

...

Coming to Riddle's House again, it was another feeling.

For Voldemort, Maca has no longer been confused about the unknown, and now he probably knows the secret behind Voldemort's resurrection.

As for whether to continue exploring the "bewildering monument", he also had preliminary plans.

The original plan has been terminated, but part of it can be implemented in the current situation.It's just that he won't do anything casually until everything is completely understood.

Following Snape, after he opened the slightly dilapidated door, the two walked into the hall together.

"His--"

A giant snake comparable to the original basilisk occupies the hall. It is obviously the snake named "Nagini" raised by Voldemort.

When Maca came here last time, it was not here, but this time he bumped into it.

Although it is not clear what Voldemort... or what the Monument of Bewitching did to it, since it can become so big, it has obviously grown.

It seems that ordinary wizards can only run away when they see it.

In the darkness, Nagini's eyes gleamed with wisdom, and his body was wrapped in a large amount of black energy like a black death, looking fierce, but hidden shrewd.

Maca didn't understand the snake tongue, so he didn't understand what it meant to "hiss".Judging from the behavior of this snake, it is obviously not difficult to guess-it seems to instinctively not want to get close here.

"Is it not much stupid than Aragok?" Maca pondered, "Is this a basilisk transformed by Voldemort?"

"Don't speculate about the greatness of the Dark Lord at will!"

Before he knew it, Snape was already in the play, and now he was seriously criticizing Maca.

Maca just shrugged, and then stopped looking at the big snake, followed Snape up the stairs and walked to the study upstairs.

"Tuk Tuk"

There were two light and cautious knocks on the door, and the Death Eaters in the study turned their heads vigilantly and looked towards the door.

And Voldemort, who was sitting at the other end of the long table with his eyes closed and rested, suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared with the last time, there was obviously a strange black flame in his pupils, which kept beating in it, looking strange and strange.

"Come in."

His voice also seemed to be hoarse, as if he hadn't drink water for a long time, dry and solemn.

Following his words, the door of the study was gently pushed open, and Snape walked in first.

"Master, Maca McLean is here."

Before the words fell, even before the Maca came in, all the Death Eaters immediately opened their eyes and stared carefully at the deep and dim doorway.