Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() At dusk, after finishing the three class hours of the day, Maca hurriedly returned to Black House.Black's symptoms are still getting worse right now, and every second counts, but he has no time to spend.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to the underground potion preparation room, and didn't come out until late at night to find something to fill his deflated stomach.

In the next few days, he has been running back and forth between Hogwarts and Black House, so a period of supplementary sleep every day at noon seems particularly precious.

A few days later, Maca was in the potion preparation room, staring at the evaporation dish in front of him with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid inside to decrease little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly. He couldn't wait to hang some crystalline powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

As soon as the crystalline powder touched the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maca did not hesitate to stretch out his wand and tap the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud and misty crystal rose straight from the test tube, gorgeous and blurred, but there was an incomparable dangerous atmosphere hidden in that beauty.

"This……"

Maca stepped back several steps in a row, and while avoiding the dreamlike crystal mist, the expression on his face changed rarely.

"Who is it... No, could it be..." Maca's face changed again and again, "How could... no, shouldn't this be? Why does she have to do this..."

As he kept thinking about it, his brows frowned and tightened, and his eyes flickered.

"No... It seems that I have to go to her personally this time to ask her to be clear!" After a while, he said to himself.

While making this determination, Maca picked up the potion bottle on the table and walked quickly to the door, leaving behind the usual necessary finishing and cleaning.

"Maca, where are you going in a hurry? Is there an emergency?"

By the stairs on the first floor, he happened to ran into Mrs. Weasley who was going to the kitchen, but he was not in the mood to explain at all.

Moreover, the things he is thinking about right now cannot be casually said to others.

"No, it's okay." Maca kept walking, but turned his head and smiled at Mrs. Weasley. "I have forgotten some things in the office. I have to get them as soon as possible..."

Before he could say anything, he opened the door and stepped out half of his body, and then decisively backhanded the door.

Probably the closing of the door was too loud, and Sirius's mother called out again.The voice was stern and sharp, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but yell...

On the way Maca went to the black market, he compared his previous speculation at the Longmans' house with this test on the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maca himself, has misjudged the effects of this potion.

The wizard who has taken this potion is not "crazy" in a simple sense, but has fallen into a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, there is a more direct reason why those wizards with symptoms will actively attack others, in addition to hallucinations affecting their spiritual will.

Because the people they attacked were actually just "blocking" their way.

This kind of potion will not only make people fall into some kind of illusion like real illusion, but also make the people taking it's ability to sense magic power appear extremely strangely.

It is weird because, in the senses of the person taking the medicine, the magical power around it will not appear in front of the eyes like Maca, but only highly sensitive to specific magical powers.

If you compare this ability to sense magic power to a radar that detects the source of magic power...

On Maca's "radar" interface, it must be more obvious that the distance is closer; but the wizards who have taken that kind of potion are not obvious, only the "target" will be very eye-catching.

If they say what their "target" is, it is naturally the magic contained in the potion itself.

Because of this, when Mrs. Longman tied up her husband again, there was only one more empty bottle in the house.

It was the couple who had a sudden symptom in their sleep and fell into the hallucinations; but it was Mrs. Longman who could act on their own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maca is already quite familiar with the magical fluctuations of this potion.So as soon as he arrived in the black market, he set a phantom spell and moved quickly in the black market.

He has the ability to sense magic, which has to be said to be a fortune made by strength.

only……

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed in the streets and lanes of the black market. His spirit had been completely concentrated, and his sensing ability had almost reached its limit.

All kinds of complicated magical fluctuations around him surrounded him, passing him one by one as he moved.Even if it was him, he became impetuous because of this high-intensity homework.

This is like asking you to drive a racing car, driving fast on a complex street full of stereos, and at the same time distinguish the different music played in each stereo.

I thought I was used to Maca surrounded by all kinds of magical fluctuations, and I couldn't help feeling agitated at this time.

"Persevere, hold on... hold on!"

"In order to find out the truth... you must hold on!"

"Calm down, calm down... Calmly feel every source of magic power, not leaking one..."

"I won't worry about anything this time, I must ask her to ask clearly!"

Maca gritted his teeth, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his head felt more and more swollen... as if he was about to burst.

Finally, his feet were soft during the fast flight, and then he suddenly fell from the magic book.

Although he did not fly much because of the limited sensing range, the inertia of high-speed flight made him tumble and fall dozens of feet on the ground, and crashed into a pile next to a certain house. Empty wooden box.

"call……"

After a while, he got up from a pile of planks, squinted his eyes, leaned against the wall, and panted with his right hand covering his head.

"Why am I... so impatient?"

After taking a break, he frowned and asked himself when his breathing calmed down.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging on his side, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he did not pay attention to it.

Just when he fell down, Maca fractured his left forearm.Right now, he was naturally in a lot of pain, but this intense pain also made his messy brain a lot clearer.

"Is it because of'her'? Yes, it should be correct... But what is it for? What is it for? What is it for?"

Constantly thinking, asking and answering...

Maca rummaged through her heart, confirming and ruling out little by little, trying to figure out the source of the inexplicable impatience.

Suddenly, he placed his right hand in front of his eyes and stared blankly.

What reflected in his pupils was a slightly trembling hand that had lost its blood.He clasped it tightly, then let it go, repeating this four or five times, with a wry smile on his face.

"Am I... scared?"

Maca McLean is just a coward.

"I'm scared again..."

Maca McLean is really just a coward.

The experience of losing emotions did not make him fearless.On the contrary, he has become more sensitive to himself and the feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; when he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; when he touched the blood on Luna, he was afraid...

"What am I afraid of?" Maca sneered and laughed at herself.

What Maca McLean was afraid of was actually just "loneliness".He broke into this world alone, even if he had encountered many people, he still felt that he was alone.

That kind of loneliness, always entangled in the deepest part of his heart, lingering.

It wasn't until the moment he was accidentally received the admission notice from Hogwarts, that a sense of familiarity with an old aura gradually filled his loneliness.

Since enrolling in Hogwarts, everyone that Maca has encountered will relieve his loneliness.For Maca, this is undoubtedly an intangible redemption.

But years of loneliness made him close his heart, and to this day, only a few people have knocked open his closed heart.

So, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, he still has to count the most important people to him if he wants to say what he doesn't want to lose.

By the side of this uninhabited lane, beside the pile of broken planks, Maca leaned against the cold brick wall and took out the potion bottle with his uninjured right hand.

"...Will it be you?"

He shook the bottle gently, and the liquid medicine was swaying leisurely behind the translucent bottle wall.

"...Villy?"

In fact, when Maca saw the test results in the potion preparation room before, he immediately understood one thing-in the half bottle of potion, the most important ingredient turned out to be the powder of "Mystery Crystal Flower" .

In terms of rarity, he had only seen the Mysterious Crystal Flower at Hogwarts, that is, the mysterious flower species that Willie asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said that they should have been extinct, that is not something that can be easily obtained.

In addition, Maca had previously met Willie herself practicing preparing potions, and inexplicably refused his help.Among them, most of them have a very secret causal relationship.

"...At least, I will still choose to believe you."

Before he could say anything, Maca applied a repair spell to his left forearm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of potion, and poured his head back into his mouth.