Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In ancient times, wizards had a much deeper and clearer understanding of magic than in modern times. They had opened up a path of sublimation from "material" to "spirit", and even accurate to every detailed step.

At that time, wizards demanded extremely high personal talents, regardless of physical fitness or wisdom, which was a necessary element for every wizard to climb the peak of magical mysteries.

But because of this, the number of wizards who can set foot on that path is surprisingly small, and the heritage is lost.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have been weak, and the training environment is even more non-existent. Even the magical creatures have long lost the instinct to continue to diversify.

As the scientific development of Muggles became more and more prosperous, the group of wizards had come to an end.

But in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who was extremely intelligent and gifted for the "spirit," unknowingly embarked on a path of wizardry that belonged only to him.

He used "spirit" to smooth out the lack of "material", chewed the charm of the world's rules with the feeling of life, and at this moment, like the ancient wizards, touched the peak of "death".

"...Sometimes, people... should be selfish..."

Voldemort couldn't understand it at all, and Dumbledore had a child-like smile on his face when he said this.

But his power derived from the bewitching stele made him feel an incomparable threat.

"Damn it, what happened?"

He cursed secretly in despair, then waved his wand without hesitation.

Suddenly, the black air dazzled again, engulfing him and suddenly swelled into a black ball, then collapsed silently for an instant, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

He escaped like this, decisively and quickly, without any hesitation.

"run!"

Among the group of Death Eaters, I don't know who was the first to shout, and then everyone immediately Apparated, and in a blink of an eye they fled in the footsteps of their boss.

This kind of anticlimactic ending made the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were standing inside the school gate watching the situation outside stare at each other for a long time before they had to accept the reality before them.

"Go back, Voldemort won't be back in a short time..."

Dumbledore turned around calmly, waved gently at everyone, and walked towards the main entrance of the castle first.Only when passing Hagrid's Hut, he glanced at the Forbidden Forest inadvertently.

Soon, when Dumbledore came to the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a line of stone pier knights standing in orderly order at the main entrance and the entrance of the auditorium, silently performing the task of guarding the school.

And Professor McGonagall, standing behind the knights, after seeing Dumbledore, he smiled and nodded immediately.

"How is it going?"

Before Dumbledore came close, Professor McGonagall asked immediately.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "It's okay, it's safe for the time being... I'll talk about it later, let's arrange for the students to go back to the bedroom to sleep first!"

It's obviously still early before dawn!Although the professors must have no chance to sleep, the students are at an age that needs sleep.

When the deans of the colleges returned to the common room with the little wizards and urged everyone to sleep in the dormitory, Dumbledore and Snape returned to the principal's room first.

"Severus, there are some things you still need to pay attention to, about the child Maca..."

That night, Snape stayed in the principal's room until it was light, and then took his usual cold expression and left with strides.

Although he has always walked like the wind, and his robe often spread out like the wings of a bat, this time he seemed to be more hurried than ever, as if he was venting the heavy boredom in his chest.

Not long after Snape left the principal's room, the door was suddenly opened from inside, and then Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.

"...It seems that someone has forgotten."

He muttered,

At the same time, in the underground tower under the Quidditch Stadium, Lockhart was shrinking in a corner of the ice palace on a certain floor, shivering with his arms around his knees.

"...I Gidro Lockhart swears to Merlin that I will study knowledge earnestly in the future, not to be lazy, not passive, not to shamelessly, to stand by oneself and to strive for self-improvement, and to strive for a life of a qualified wizard!"

"So... can you come and save me someone! I'm about to freeze to death, ahhh!"

Around him, besides the ice wall, there was an ice wall, and there was a deep chill everywhere, and from time to time there were snowflakes fluttering in the air, almost piled him into a snowman.

I don't know if he rushed into a cold place or was cursed. Every time he tried to be a hero, he would end up trapped in a cold place.

This damn ice and snow labyrinth, why can't you even use a fire curse?

"Hey~~~~ Mai, Snee! McLay~~~~ Hmm!" Lockhart's teeth rattled with cold, and his voice trembled like Pavarotti’s aria, "Help~~~~ Fate~~~~ah~~~~"

In this deserted ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor is constantly echoing, with endless desolation and sadness.

...

Voldemort's offense seemed to be a farce, which started in the inexplicableness of most people, but also quietly ended in inexplicableness.

In this noisy stage play, Maca did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unknown passerby.

But only a limited number of people know that most of the script writers are him, who is far in the forests of Albania.

Well, it's far, but it's not that far...at least for this time, it's actually very close.

Today is June 29th, four full days have passed since the night Voldemort fled in panic, and even if we count today, there are only two days left for summer vacation.

At this moment, Maca squatted in front of the dark bewitching monument just like the past few days, adding the last few notes to his notes.

To be honest, this big black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it also makes Maca a headache.With his current knowledge of magic, giving him another ten years may not be able to fully understand this thing.

Fortunately, Maca does not need to fully understand.

As far as he is concerned, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the black dead, and the other is to find effective means to deal with the black dead.

Of course, it would be great if you could know more about Voldemort's current state and strength.

I have to say that he is still very lucky for such ancient-level magic items, the metropolis has something to do with the rules; there are some mysteries that others will never understand, but there are traces to him.

After he wrote down all the required detection data one by one, it was time to go back.

"...Okay, I'll be busy after I go back now!"

Maca stood up, patted his clothes casually, and after finishing everything up, he walked quickly along the path and left the main tomb.

It wasn't until he walked out of the ancient temple that was the entrance that he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved happily at the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders standing outside.

"Hi! Little guys!" He smiled, "Do you miss Dad?"

A group of spiders were looking at him with eight big eyes suddenly, and seeing his eyes sting, these little bastards could hardly bear to look straight!

Maca is in a good mood, after all, a clear clue to solve a problem has been made, and a boulder in his heart is slightly ready to fall.

After tossing a series of preparations, in fact, to get here without Voldemort's attention, to reveal the mystery of the Bewitching Monument, it is really weird to think about it.

But the content of "The Book of Sins" is right in front of his eyes, reminding him all the time that he must be prepared for everything, otherwise he may regret it for a lifetime.

With a lightly relieved breath, Maca stretched out his hand and pulled it out from his waist...cough cough... and pulled out a suspicious, cartoon rhubarb chicken with a stiff expression on it.

He shuddered indifferently, very fancy, then stretched out his wand and clicked, as if adjusting something.Not long after, he opened his left hand jig and then shook it hard.

At the moment when the big yellow chicken on there was tightly grasped by his neck, that one unexpectedly spun with him suddenly, and then fell suddenly.

Accompanied by the distortion of the space, he disappeared into the depths of this quiet and uninhabited dense forest together.

...

"Wow!"

This is also the first time Maca has used a door key. Although he made this book himself, no one stipulates that whoever makes it will definitely use it, right?

In long-distance travels across continents and transnational countries, Apparition is often a little unstable. Although others are not as far away as Maca, the door key is still used in such long-distance travel. Played an important role.

The magic spell of the door key is actually quite simple, but due to a certain period of abuse, the Ministry of Magic opened a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic item.

But Maca cared about this, as long as the magical power fluctuations when arriving at the destination were restrained, the Ministry of Magic would not be able to detect it.

However, this was the first time he had used it after all, and he was patronizing the control of magic power, but he didn't expect that this thing would be merciless when throwing people off.

Oh... how soft is under your body?Could it be that... I just sat down on an innocent passerby?

Maca lowered his head, but saw a familiar figure lying face up under his ass, and only a head appeared from between his legs.

"Hmm..." Maca grinned slightly sorry, and showed a hearty smile between his legs, "Hi! Good afternoon, how about going for a butterbeer together... My treat!"