Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

No one thought that there was a blizzard for a whole day and it stopped early the next morning.Today, the thick clouds in the sky miraculously moved away, and the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time fell on the ground again, and also into the windows of the ward.

The golden sunlight is particularly beautiful indoors. In the beam of light that penetrates through the window, the tiny dust gleams with a little brilliance, giving people an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

This is the Curse and Injury Department of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, on the fifth floor of this building.The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and people clean every day to maintain the most basic comfort and tidiness.

However, in such a seemingly enjoyable ward, there is only one thing missing, and that is the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked around, then asked the blond girl sitting by the window in surprise, "Where is McLean? Where did he go?"

Yes, just by the sunny window, Luna was holding a magic book and reading with relish.Her long pale blonde hair was bathed in the sun, reflecting a soft luster.

Since Maca was sent to St. Mungo yesterday, she has been with her and never left.But she was still here right now, but Maca, who was the protagonist today, was missing, and Tonks' expression looked surprised.

"Maca?"

Luna heard the sound, raised her head and glanced at Tonks in a daze.But then, she seemed to understand what Tonks was saying, tilting her head and looking towards the hospital bed blankly.

"Oh...Where did Maca go?"

"Hey, Miss Lovegood," Tonks said silently, "I'm asking you—have you always been with him? Why doesn't he know where?"

"Hmm..." Luna sat in the sun, squinting her eyes for a while, then shook her head and said, "It seems... well, it seems that Maca said to go next door?"

As she was talking, she seemed to find someone else behind Tonks, craned her neck and looked at it curiously.

"Hermione?"

When Luna called her name, Hermione was about to say hello, but before she could say anything, she heard Ron's call from the door next door.

"Maca is really there?" Hermione glanced at Luna, seeming to hesitate, but eventually ran to the next door first, "Maca? Ma—"

To be honest, Maca's condition does not look good, because his face is still pale and he coughs twice from time to time.But now he was still standing between the two hospital beds, talking frequently with a witch in a green robe.

When Hermione saw it, she felt angry in her heart for some reason.She immediately withdrew the call, and strode into the ward with dissatisfaction.

The other people who came with her stood at the door of the ward, looking at each other, wondering if they should follow up.

"...Yes, this...cough cough...This is no longer the damage of the soul. The Heart Drilling Curse lasted too long on them, which caused the brain to suffer a lot of damage..."

"Maca!"

Maca, who was talking with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's shout.He blinked, then turned around helplessly, and smiled at Hermione by the way.

"What's the matter? Ahem...Who made you angry?" Maca looked at her innocently.

"Who else can?" Hermione frowned and said angrily. "Why didn't you lie down on the bed? Instead, you came here to chat with someone... Don't you remember how you were carried over?"

"Oh, my injury has nothing to do with standing and lying down..." Maca spread her hands out, "cough cough... it's okay..."

"Look!" Hermione pointed at him angrily, "Does this look like it's okay? Look outside the door. Everyone is here to visit you, but you don't know if you are sick and you run around! Patient! You should lie down in the hospital bed honestly!"

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help turning his head and looking at the door.

"Okay, okay, I understand! Ahem..." He stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go! I'll go back..."

Seeing that Hermione wasn't moved at all, just staring at him with her lips pursed, it made him smile helplessly again.

"Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you, thank you for talking about this with me... ahem... Then I'll go back to the next door with them first..." Maca turned her head and politely nodded slightly at the witch.

"No, I am... I didn't expect Mr. McLean to have such in-depth research on soul damage. The views you just said have inspired me a lot. I believe that even if the Longbottoms cannot recover, In the future, other patients will surely bring a lot of hope for recovery!"

The female therapist looked quite gentle, with a special warmth between her conversations, and was a witch who felt cordial and trusting like a mother.In fact, even Maca felt that she was simply a wizard born as a healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maca then walked to the door with Hermione, who had an unhappy face.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, Maca found that Neville was standing outside in a daze.And the other person's gaze clearly stayed on him.

"Neville?" Maca called to him.

"what!"

Neville seemed to be taken aback. He recovered and opened his mouth to Maca again, but he could not say anything.

"Do you care about the conversation between Ms. Straw and I just now?" Maca turned back subconsciously, because he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

Just now he was discussing Neville's parents' situation with Melim Straw.

There are actually many wizards in the magic world who know about the Na Longbottoms.At the beginning, Neville's parents were quite well-known Aurors in the British magic circle. In terms of strength, they were not lost to elites such as Kingsley. They even managed to escape three times in the hands of Voldemort.

It's a pity that things are impermanent, and after Voldemort's sudden fall, they were caught by those fanatical Death Eaters who were getting crazy in search of their master.Two heart-boring spells that exceeded the limit, tortured them to the point where they left permanent brain damage.

Since Maca lived in Saint Mungo this time, and lived in their next ward, naturally he wanted to stop by to see the specific injury.

Looking at Neville who was somewhat silent, Maca had to shook his head slightly.

He believed that the conversation between himself and Ms. Straw just now definitely made Neville some expectations.Even if there is only so little hope, he would never want to miss it.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about it." Macatan said, "It's not just magic damage, but...time has passed too long."

"Yeah." Neville hung his head sadly and responded softly.

His parents have been like this since he was sensible.It is conceivable that although a pair of my dearest relatives are still alive, they still do not recognize themselves.This feeling is a more cruel reality than Harry's loss of his parents.

But no matter how cruel the facts are, they will gradually become plain with the passing of time.To be honest, he is actually used to it.

He was used to his father being indifferent to himself, and he was used to his mother being in a daze all day long.This habit is not to be indifferent to this, but an escape based on self-numbness.

However, when his father occasionally glanced at himself, and when his mother occasionally handed him a piece of candy paper, the pain and grievance of the sore nose always made the sadness suppressed in the bottom of my heart burst out, exploding him with bruises.

Grandma always asked him to throw the candy papers his mother handed him into the trash can, but he didn't throw them out once, but silently stuffed them into his pocket.Although he is not good at speech and sometimes dull, he also knows that there is nothing wrong with his grandma asking him to do that.

He had heard from his grandmother before, saying that his parents were both strong and brave Aurors, and that she could sacrifice everything she could to fight evil. It was her pride as a mother.As their children, they should also inherit their courage instead of showing their weakness for a piece of candy paper.

But Neville still put each piece of candy paper in his pocket and kept it one by one.This is just because it was the only "gift" he received from his parents since he was a child.

"Thank you, Maca..." Neville suddenly recovered from his silence and nodded solemnly at Maca, "But it doesn't matter, after so long, I also know that it is probably impossible to recover. "

After that, he looked into the ward again, but there was no feeling of wanting to give up in his expression.

"Maca! Neville! Come here!" Hermione seemed to realize that the two of them hadn't followed, and suddenly turned around and shouted back.

"Ah! Here comes!" Neville seemed to have recovered, and saw that his expression returned to the usual awkwardness, and he hurriedly ran over there, "Maca, go! They are here. Call us!"

Seeing that Neville took two steps before thinking of himself, he couldn't help but smile.Maca didn't think much anymore, and after a response, he followed to the door next door.

Neville and Snape, the two of them couldn't be compared together, but Maca just thought of Snape in Neville.

It was also the longing for the loved ones. Snape could desperately change a chance to meet, but Neville might not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably what Dumbledore is looking for.But even if you put aside the path of magic, the subtle changes in it are also a mystery that is worth thinking about.

"Ahem... Yo, so many people?"

As soon as Maca stepped into the room, he found that his ward was full of people, and the room that looked rather large was actually a bit crowded.