Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() It's noon, and the sun hangs high above the head, bringing people the warmest time of this cold day.

The bright sunlight flooded into the living room from the window, and gently spilled on the dusty floor, reflecting the soft light leisurely.

On the Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far more than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are no tall buildings to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Both Abigail and Olivia were busy in the kitchen on the first floor. Some simple and characteristic meals were quickly put on the table, but there was still no movement upstairs.

More than four hours have passed since they left the bedroom.During this period, Maca came out only once, and after explaining that Sirius would be examined and treated, the door of the room was never opened.

Now Abigail is very distressed. It's lunch time. Should I call them?Although treatment must be important, filling your stomach is also important, right?

"It's all done! Let's have lunch! I'll call them—" "Wait."

Olivia didn't think that it would interrupt their treatment, or that Maca just said "check and treatment are needed" at the time. I always have lunch, right?

"Wait!" Abigail stopped Olivia subconsciously.

However, Maca and Sirius failed to eat this seemingly good lunch.

Sirius's situation was more serious than Maca had imagined. Although it was not helpless, it was very laborious to deal with it.

When the Silent One attacked Sirius, some energy penetrated into Sirius's body and continued to erode his own magical powers, making them no longer available to Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state similar to the exhaustion of magic power, even a small floating spell cannot be released.

However, if you want to talk about gains, there are some.

In fact, after some inspection, Maca confirmed one thing-the peculiar black fog of the silent person really has many similarities with the black air of the Bewitching Monument. This is not just a coincidence. Can be generalized.

After Maca suffered a blow from Voldemort last time, the situation he encountered was quite similar to the current Sirius.

Although it is not exactly the same, the reason is worth studying.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius to the later analysis of the black mist energy, Maca's hands almost never stopped.

When the sun gradually set to the west and the clouds in the sky dyed the entire field of vision, the bedroom door finally opened.

"Oh-Mr. McLean, are you finally out?"

As soon as Maca got out of the room, she was caught by Olivia who had been doing nothing all day.

"How is it? Is Mr. Black okay? He has always looked sick since I first picked him up at the back door of our house. I thought he was bitten by a Motra rat at first. It’s here! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motra rats here in the United States. It is not easy to see a patient bitten by them. I have always wanted to see fire in my butt. What about the symptoms of..."

"Ah, if it weren't for the American law to strictly prohibit private raising of magical animals, I could bring you two..." Maca interrupted Olivia's chattering with a smile, and said casually, "Is there anything to eat? "

"In the kitchen, there is—" Olivia said cheerfully, "Abby has been there! So that you can eat hot pies at any time... Oh, she won't let me say that. "

"Um..." Maca shrugged, "Well, I understand, I will treat it as if I heard nothing."

He paused and said sincerely to Olivia again: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet...Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and his only trusted relative. If it weren’t for you to take him in when he needed help the most, maybe they would never see each other again..."

"No, it's okay..." Olivia showed a pure smile and briskly said, "I am my father's daughter. Our father never abandons any patient, and neither do I. Although my ability is not enough. To be a true therapist, my principles will never change!"

"Well," Maca looked at her and nodded, "I think you are already a real therapist now. The lack of knowledge can be filled in with time, but beliefs and principles often Accompany people throughout their lives."

He thought for a while, then took out two thick notebooks from his waist and thrust them directly into Olivia's hands.

"These are the notes I compiled when I was studying the practical application of some potions. Many of them are the treatment records of some famous therapists for various diseases, as well as my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge inside is inevitably one-sided , But it might be helpful for you."

After all, Maca turned and walked downstairs without waiting for Olivia to say anything.

This house occupies a small area, and downstairs is an integrated hall where the kitchen and the living room are combined.When Maca walked down the stairs and came to the living room, she found Abigail dozing on the kitchen table.

He didn't bother Abigail, but walked to the kitchenware and looked around.

It seemed that Olivia was right. Abigail probably wanted to wait for them to get down before baking.Although Maca thinks that the pie is actually quite cold, in such a cold weather, the freshly baked one is more popular.

Since people have been waiting for so long, Maca is embarrassed to trouble others.After looking at the material in front of him for a while, he took out the staff and started to play alone.

"At any rate, he's also a wizard from Hufflepuff. I can't make a big meal. But baking a pie must be done by hand, right?"

However, Maca soon discovered that she seemed to underestimate the magic of the kitchen.No, to be precise, he underestimated his creative creativity that day!

"Boom!"

It didn't take long before a ball of flame rose up in the kitchen, awakening Abigail, who was dozing off his chin.

"Oh—" She turned around abruptly, and then couldn't help but exclaimed, "Mr. McLean? What are you... what are you doing?"

At this moment, in front of Maca, a huge fireball was floating in the air.The flames in the fireball kept rolling, and the steaming heat wave rushed in.

"Uh..." Maca turned around and smiled awkwardly, "I suddenly wanted to try, if I only use magic, can I bake an apple pie."

"Only magic?" Abigail said with wide eyes. "There are baking pans and ovens. Why use flames directly? Is it enough to heat the oven with a spell?"

"Hmm... how do you say?" Maca smiled, "This is just a small idea, a small idea!"

"Really..." Abigail looked at the big fireball with a complicated expression, and said weakly, "Then, can you tell me what kind of spell this fireball is?"

"Well..." Maca thought for a while, "This is an effect formed by controlling magic, but...well, the prerequisite is at least to be able to perceive one's own magic. Generally speaking, this is more difficult. ."

"Perception of magic? Is it based on talent? It's like Yirong Magnus -" Abigail curiously said, "I know that there are a few wizards in the magic world who have some strange magic talents, and this is also One of them, right?"

"Perhaps there are such wizards..." Maca explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball, "but I am not a talent, but... do you know the Patronus Curse?"

"Ah, know...that is a rather profound spell." Abigail nodded. "Our professor of spells said that the magic foundation required to cast that spell is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. "

"No, in fact, the patron saint curse is not that complicated." Maca shook his head. "The difficulty of the patron saint curse is the singing of the mantra, because the purest will needs to be poured into each syllable. Quite high concentration and rich imagination."

"The characteristic of the patron saint curse is the'happiness' or'guardian' in the heart of the caster-both of which are wills related to others."

"And the magic power that accompanies the soul of every wizard is essentially a kind of'will'...or at least it is closely related to will. If you want to perceive magic power, I think it’s good to start with the patron saint curse. select!"

When Abigail felt a little longing for it, Maca raised his eyebrows lightly, and then waved his staff to disperse the fireball.

As the flame dissipated instantly, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in the sight of the two.

"What is this..." Abigail stared at the ball blankly, smelling the fragrance floating from the ball, and couldn't help but say in surprise, "Mr. McLean, don't you tell me... this is An apple pie?"

"Ahem..." Maca coughed dryly, "You have to listen to me, there is a reason for this... because you think that if you want to make the dough evenly heated, the spherical shape is the most reasonable ?"

"Hmm...really?" Abigail blinked. "Perhaps you are right, but this..."

"Don't worry, the inside is hollow, otherwise it might be unripe on the inside." Maca shrugged and said, "Look! I still think about it a lot."

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and the funny-looking "new-style spherical apple pie" immediately broke apart and fell to the plate on the dining table one by one.

After a while, a piece of odd-shaped pie was added to each of the plates on the table, but they looked like the remaining watermelon rinds.

"Okay!" Maca sighed, "I admit, they don't look very good just by looking at them."