Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...McLean? Haven't I seen you ring the doorbell before. Did you find the difference?" Sirius looked at Maca standing outside the door, dissatisfied.

Today's weather is actually quite good, the bright sunshine illuminates the earth, swaying the heat of summer to the heart.

But probably because there is a gust of wind from time to time, talking about the heat is far less boring than the previous few days.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still depressed. People can't help but feel a little regret for this forgotten neighborhood.

"That's why I want to give it a try," Maca smiled indifferently. "Life can't always repeat the same life, can it?"

"I think you are just looking for the difference!" Sirius said irritably, turning around and walking in.

Maca took a deep breath, and then calmly followed in and closed the door.

"I'm going back to the study first. I have something to do today, so I don't have to wait for dinner."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Sirius to respond, so he turned a corner in front of the reception room and went to the stairs.

However, just a few steps after he walked up the steps, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Maca!"

He turned around when he heard the sound, and looked at Hermione who was hurriedly chasing her.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"What you told me before-the practice of the silent spell has nothing to do with the syllables of the spell, right?" Hermione ran over with a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right hand.

"Yeah!" Maca nodded slightly. "As long as you strengthen your understanding of the spell and remember the technique of silent meditation, you will succeed sooner or later...Are there any other questions?"

"Uh..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, "It seems...it's gone."

"That's good, keep working hard!"

Maca smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at the back of Maca's departure, with an inexplicable doubt on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question while doing an examination paper.Although the question is very similar to a sample question I have done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzling mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" In the reception room, Ron saw Hermione's confused expression and asked subconsciously.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head, and put the matter aside first, "Keep on learning! We have to increase our strength as soon as possible, and help everyone in the Order of the Phoenix early!"

"Also pay attention to rest, don't be like McLean, day and night, you should enjoy it as a student!" Lupin smiled gently, "We came here too."

...

On the stairs, Maca walked up steadily, and soon came to the door of the study.He gently turned the doorknob and opened the door of the study.

"Yo! Bastard Maca, you are back!"

On the sofa in the study, Lenny shrank and nestled in the pile of books, flipping through a copy of "Singing a Devil".Seeing Maca coming in, she waved at him lazily.

In fact, the study is not much different from when Maca left. At least Leni didn't dare to read it here. She only saw the book "Singing a Devil" in the corner of the book.

As always, the curtains shielded the hot sunlight outside so tightly that no light could penetrate.

In the study, only the magic lamp exudes soft light, there is no temperature, only light, and it cannot give people a "very natural" feeling.

"Well," Maca replied softly, then continued, "Lenny, you go out first! I have something to do..."

"Huh?" Lenny pursed her lips, reluctantly, "Lenny hasn't finished reading it yet! This magazine is so interesting-why didn't you show it to Lenny sooner! Bastard Maca!"

"Get out," Maca frowned, "Or, do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?"

"No more!" Laini heard.

Seeing Lenny bouncing out of the study, Maca closed the door easily, then drew his wand and lightly tapped the doorknob. Only then did he hold the door with one hand and showed a slightly tired expression.

Immediately afterwards, his breathing was no longer as even and smooth as before, but it became slightly heavier.

He suffered only one injury from the beginning to the end of the battle he encountered at the Ministry of Magic today.Yes, except for Voldemort's sneak attack, he was able to defend it with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was attacked, he relied on the effect of "concentration" to respond in time, but in a hasty, he still suffered a serious injury.

Compared with the powerful power of magic, human beings themselves are fragile, and this has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder there are many wizards who try to transform their bodies, even their bloodlines..."

He panted and sat down on the spot, slowly taking off the wizard robe that had been renewed by the Ministry of Magic, revealing the messy shirt covered with dust inside.

Of course, this is just a positive look.

At this time, behind Maca, a hole the size of a basin completely lost the meaning of the shirt, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants with a strange dark red.

However, what appeared in the hole in the shirt was not a bloody wound—the trauma had almost healed under the effect of the potion.

On the back of Maca, among the remaining blood stains, a little skin can be seen.But on those skins, a strange black color replaced the normal flesh color and exuded an ominous breath.

In other words, Maca suffered more than just physical damage this time, but the magic damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort really used his brain this time!" He muttered to himself slightly ironically.

In fact, Voldemort's plan this time seems to be no big deal, but the effort involved is no less than those complicated plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood the strength of Maca.

To put it bluntly, Maca's strength is not only based on magic, his careful thinking and accurate judgment are the real difficulties.

Maca McLean was a true "smart man"-Voldemort thought so.

But the more such a person, the more unconsciously he will deepen his thinking when encountering emergencies, complicate simple things, and try to find the cause of the incident.

Therefore, Voldemort first stood on Maca's perspective and imagined how Maca would act next.

In the audiovisual conference, Maca had already drawn a boundary between the two of them, which made the two truly stand on two opposite sides.

So, what will Maca do?

"He will guess what I will do next."-This is Voldemort's summary of Maca's plans so far.

In this way, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he planned to let his people into the Ministry of Magic, and managed to get the prophecy ball containing the prophecy of the year.

As a result, Voldemort made changes very simply and designed an ambush attack plan that was so simple that he felt "stupid".

Even if this plan required him to let go of the arrogance and dignity in his heart, but now, the pressure brought by Dumbledore's vein made him not allow him to continue to be proud.

Repeatedly frustrated, even the Dark Lord will start to look at himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Dark Death to send Maca a "sudden situation"; then, when Maca was troubled by a non-existent "intention", he put down his pride and proceeded. Sneak attack.

This was undoubtedly a despicable and stupid method, but it gave Voldemort the first hope of victory-at least when the first attack was successful, he did think so.

But reality told Voldemort that his judgment of Maca was fundamentally wrong.

Maca has been struggling to improve his magical power. He is essentially a person who considers power and wisdom at the same level.

Or in other words, when Maca decided to become a wizard, he believed that the wisdom and power of a wizard were basically the same thing.

And it was Dumbledore who made this judgment.

However, even if Voldemort's plan failed again, and he was even almost thrown into that secret arch by Maca, Maca was not well.

Voldemort's current power comes from the Monument of Bewitching, and this power is naturally quite simple.

Maca has some understanding of a small part of the mystery of the Bewildering Stele, but it is only a small part at best. He has no bottom of the injury this time.

Through the perception of magic power, he was only aware for the time being that the magic power in his body had become stagnant because of some of the remaining black energy.

As for the exhaustion in the body, it is only because of the excessive use of magic power today, which is actually secondary.

Sitting on the ground for a while, Maca stood up again, dragging her weak body to the back of the desk.

He needs to find a way to get rid of the black gas as soon as possible, at least to stop the black gas first.

The sun was still shining outside the house, and the cicadas in summer had faded slightly, but the heat had not yet completely dissipated.

Originally, Maca would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer-he was this kind of person, but now, he has no intention to enjoy life.

"It's really a terrible summer vacation." Maca muttered casually while looking at her notebook.