Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

( ) "boom!"

The door of Black’s old house was pushed open extremely roughly by a strong force and hit the wall hard.

"Ah-which wild brat has arrived? This is the house of our Black family, do you want to demolish this place..."

Sirius' mother yelled again.

Of course, Lu Ping, who was discussing the recent cases in the reception room, also heard them. They all left their seats with doubts and ran into the hall.

"Maca? You...what's wrong with you? Are you okay..."

When she saw Maca swaying inward, Mrs. Weasley hurriedly greeted him and reached out to support Maca's arms.

"Um... it's okay, don't worry about me."

Maca gently pushed Mrs. Weasley away with a weak hand, and then stretched out her hand again. Two stiff figures suddenly appeared behind him and fell to the floor of the hall.

"Lupin, step up the interrogation... they are the wizards who are responsible for distributing that potion..."

"This...Hey! Are you..." Lupin didn't move, he just stared at Maca's drooping face seriously, "Did you drink that potion yourself?"

"It's so annoying... Stop talking nonsense, and quickly take it for interrogation."

Maca shook his head, trying to make himself more awake, but because of the shaking of his vision, he almost fell.Mrs. Weasley hurriedly supported him again.

"Answer me!" Lu Ping still didn't move, but the stubborn face became more determined. "Did you drink that potion yourself? Is it true that only those who have drunk can find the right place?"

"Ah... yeah, that's right... that's it." Maca couldn't help him, so he replied irritably.

"Why don't you let someone else do it? Or, just go find a victim..." Luping paused, but continued, "Or else, let Kingsley lead the way? Is it? If I were him, I would definitely do it!"

"Impossible..." Maca slowly closed his eyes and said dryly, "I have to do this myself... Otherwise..."

"What the hell is going on? Maca, what are you doing this for?" Mrs. Weasley asked excitedly.

"For what...?" Maca muttered dreamily, "For what? Probably... I think that this matter also has my responsibility..."

"Responsibility?" Of course, Lupin didn't understand, and the answer was not enough for him to accept, "No matter what it is, even for everyone, you shouldn't do it!"

"You know, for the current Order of the Phoenix, you, Maca McLean, are very important! You shouldn't be so reckless!"

At this point, Luping paused.

"I said, doesn't this look like you at all?"

Hearing the words, Maca shook his head lightly, looking a little lonely.

"Ah, do you know?" He said leisurely, "The Sorting Hat is really amazing! You can see the essence of a person at once..."

"What?" Lupin subconsciously cast a puzzled look at him.

"I mean, I don't have the courage of Gryffindor." Maca chuckled lightly, "Well...Actually, I'm very scared! I'm afraid of losing important people, so I want to hide and cry secretly; I'm so scared... I don't want to make any friends."

"Only then can I be the'Maca McLean' and I can face the world rationally."

"However, since I enrolled in Hogwarts, I have had people who are worthy of respect, and friends who are worthy of being with... I also have girls who I really like..."

"So, I, a coward, is getting more and more scared."

Hearing such words from Maca's mouth, everyone present felt that they knew him for the first time.

To be honest, in the past, the impression that Maca gave to the people around him was nothing more than some "magic genius", "more like an adult than an adult", or even "Dumbledore's heir"...

But that was just a series of affirmations of his ability.

As for the person "Maca McLean", most of them don't have any precise understanding.

It was only when he first heard him confide in his heart that everyone really felt that no matter how powerful he was, no matter how genius he was, he was actually an ordinary person with troubles, weaknesses, and even fears.

"Haha..." Lupin laughed abruptly, "Hey, I said...is that the little girl from Lovegood?"

"what?"

Maca, who was leaning on Mrs. Weasley, raised her head strenuously.

"I mean, the girl you really like, is that little girl Lovegood?" Lupin smiled and repeated.

"Hmm..." Maca waved his hand, "Yes! Shouldn't everyone know about this?"

"That girl is nice, weirdly cute," Mrs. Weasley quipped.

"Oh, I feel so too—" Lupin's expression changed in the middle of speaking, "Hey! You are so reckless this time, is she involved in this case?"

"No, no, no," Maca said weakly. "It's not Luna, it's a friend of mine—my most important friend!"

"That is……"

"Lupin, don't ask... you take them down for interrogation, I'm going to deal with it... you know."

Maca firmly interrupted Lupin's questioning, and then beckoned to Lenny and Lena who were standing aside.

"Mrs. Weasley, can you help send a secret letter to Professor Snape? Thank you." He said, "I'm fine here, just let them help me up."

"Mr. McLean, please be careful."

Sisters Lainelena, from left to right, helped Maca to the study.

Along the way, Lena was the same as before; but Lena, who has always been twittering, didn't say a word, which was a bit abnormal.

"Lenny, what's the matter?"

When Maca sat down on the sofa, he asked the little girl film.

"Oh... it's nothing, bastard Maca..." Lenny looked away unnaturally. "That... are you okay?"

"It's rare that you can care about me," Maca smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, you can go out first!"

"That one……"

"It's okay." Maca patted her head and repeated it seriously.

"Ok……"

Afterwards, Lenny took her sister's hand and left the study in a drag.

When the door was gently closed by Lena, Maca immediately took a deep breath, then turned out a pile of records and spread it out on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"A hallucinogenic potion..." He looked at the information while pondering, "No, it's not so much a potion, it's better to play the effect of the'mysterious flower' as efficiently as possible. "

"Judging from the recipes detected, this intention is obvious... and there are some paradoxes that seem to be mistakes made by students."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

"Vellie is really bad at potions..."

But at this moment, he suddenly gave a soft voice.

"Um... Moonstone powder, originally used to reconcile emotions and keep people calm, actually makes the composition of the mystery crystal flower more adherent... Is it a coincidence that appeared because of a mistake? Wei Li, this is a blind cat Have a dead mouse?"

He parsed the potion alone in the study, trying to find an antidote that could eliminate the potion's effectiveness.

Although he relied on his tenacious spirit and strong willpower to force himself to stay awake, this state was not long after all.

Once you really sink into the hallucinations, it will be difficult to wake up again.

After more than thirty minutes, the door of the study suddenly opened wide, and Snape strode in as usual.

"Are you a Flobber caterpillar? You actually go to drink that kind of thing by yourself—" he scolded unceremoniously, "No, Flobber caterpillars are better than you, at least they can sleep besides eating. ...You kid, don't you even dare to sleep now?"

The quill in Maca's hand paused, then raised her head strenuously.

"Don't say that, Flobber caterpillars are great..." He smiled weakly.

"There is still strength to bullshit, it seems that I can hold it for a while..."

Snape pulled the pile of materials on the sofa to the ground, then sat down, snatched the stack of paper in front of Maca, and hurriedly looked through it.

After a while, he saw that he shook the paper in his hand, his face obviously worsened.

"What are these things? Can this be called'potions'? Is the guy who made this formula looking down on Potions?" He said angrily, "If this is a student in my potions class, zero Minute!"

"Oh, it's not easy anymore. I think I have tried quite hard..." Maca leaned on the sofa and waved his hand softly.

He didn't want to tell Snape that, in fact, the maker of this potion was probably a student in his class!

"This potion can have this effect, basically it is the credit of Mystery Crystal Flower, isn't it?" Snape threw the information in his hand in front of Maca, "As for the antidote, there should be no problem with your thinking... …"

As he said, he pulled a new piece of manuscript paper and picked up a quill pen to write and draw.

"I am responsible for the calculation of the chain reaction and the anti-magic formula. You continue to do your pharmacological reversal... Hurry up and move! You kid, time is running out?"

"It sounds like I'm going to die soon, the flag () can't stand upright..."

Maca murmured lazily, took another breath, and leaned over to continue writing.

Suddenly, the study was quiet again, only the rustle of the quill pen rubbing the surface of the paper, and the heavy breathing of Maca.

Outside the window, the darkness grew thicker. It was a night without moon and stars.