Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...The entire magical world thinks that my master is missing all the time, and there are rumors that he lives in your UK. But in fact, he spends a lot of time in the same place, that is his laboratory."

At this point, it was already night.Maca and the old butler were walking on the dim streets together, only the street lights that were lit at night illuminate their progress.

In fact, Mrs. Maxim also wants to come together, but as the headmaster of Busbarton, she still has things to be busy at the moment, and it may take some time before she arrives.

Maca and the old housekeeper walked side by side, and they would talk a few words from time to time. Naturally, what they said was their destination tonight.

"Oh, I really want to hear this rumor..." Maca thought for a while. "I remember that Dumbledore wanted to mention that it was Mr. LeMay who lived in Devonshire for a while?"

"Yes, it was for a short time," Old Edward nodded, "but it was only a year or two-at that time the host's family visited Mr. Dumbledore, and the two of them exchanged some ideas about magic together. ."

"That..." Maca curiously said, "Sir, why do you know that Mr. Nico Lemay wants to suddenly give up immortality? As far as I know, before he loaned the Philosopher’s Stone to Professor Dumbledore, he This decision has already been made."

And he died with his 658-year-old wife—Although Maca did not ask that, what he wanted to know most was this decision.Could it be that he really felt that it was boring to live too long, as other wizards had guessed?

"Oh, I don't know this," Old Edward shook his head when he heard the words, "I didn't understand the master's thoughts since I was young, let alone my age. But I was thinking. According to the master’s temperament, most of it is death to help him further his alchemy research, right?"

As we all know, Nicole Lemay is also a famous research madman, who lived for 665 years, most of which was devoted to research.Although out of research, he also donated a lot of infrastructure for the magical world and even the Muggle world, but most of it was done by his wife, only in his name.

Whether Nicole LeMay is a so-called "good man" is still unknown, anyway, his wife must be a great philanthropist, this is always true.

"Mr. McLean, this way—"

When passing an intersection, the old butler stretched out his hand and gestured, telling Maca that it was time to turn.

"Sir, just call me Maca," Maca waved his hand as he turned and walked into a fork in the road. "You know, you can be your grandson at my age. You don't have to be so polite to me." of."

But the old butler shook his head, obviously he still had some different persistence.

"I am the housekeeper of the Le Mays. Since the independent house rescued me in the desert of Egypt, I have been a housekeeper for my whole life. And housekeepers should have housekeeping rules. Regarding this, Mr. McLean Don't care too much..."

"Okay?" Maca shrugged, and continued to struggle with another title.

"...Okay, here we are!"

After the two of them walked along a stone path in Muggle town for a short while, the old butler soon stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maca discovered that this was still a rather old red-roofed brick house, with some large floor-to-ceiling flower pots at the root of the wall near the roadside, and some lush plants in it.The brickwork marks on the walls are uneven, full of footprints left by the years.

Of course, this is certainly not as old as Nicol Lemay, and this house is estimated to be just over ten or twenty years old.

In this residential area of ​​townspeople that stretches along the alleyways, this small house is extremely inconspicuous. No one would have thought that it would be the home of a great alchemist.

"Mr. Le May has always lived here?" Maca looked at the house.

"No," the old butler smiled, "This is actually where I live, but the entrance to my master's laboratory can only be found here-if I have to say it, I'm like guarding the door for my master. Up."

He said, took out an ordinary key and unlocked the door, then walked in with a little nostalgia.

"After the death of the master and the wife, I haven't returned for a while," the old butler greeted Maca to enter the door, and said in a daze, "It's a bit strange to think about it, the master and the wife went before me One step... If this were put in a few years ago, I would never believe it."

It can be seen that what he missed was not the memory of living here, but the years when his master, Mr. Nico Lemay, was still there.

"The master often said suddenly that he was going out, and then I had to stop my busy work and pack up with him and set off."

The old butler recounted his past nostalgicly, and his whole life has been around Mr. Nicol Lemay.So that the things he most memorable are all related to his master.

"You don't know, the master never looks at the time when doing things. Many times he called me up in the middle of the night. It happened that he was so old, and he was full of energy, like a twenty or thirty Year-old boy! It's incredible when you think about it..."

Maca didn't know whether this kind of life was considered happiness, but looking at the expressions and words of the old housekeeper, he felt a heartfelt peace from it.

Perhaps some people do not need to be too turbulent in their life, as long as they can live a stable life, it is usually enough.

The house where the old housekeeper lives, whether viewed from the outside or from the inside, actually has little space.In fact, this is nothing more than an ordinary house in a Muggle town.Following Edward all the way through the living room and up the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor seemed a little low-this was a bedroom.

But Old Edward did not stop here, but reached out and pulled an old hemp rope hanging from the wall.With a soft "click", a wooden board on the ceiling was pulled apart. It was a trapdoor leading to the attic.

"Help me reach out!" The old butler looked up and said, "I should have used the hook to pull the stairs down, but since you are here today, I can rarely enjoy the privileges of the elderly."

Maybe it was because Maca mentioned age before, the old butler also made a little joke by the way.But the fact is indeed the case. To say that this old housekeeper is very old, at least 70 or 80 years old.

Of course, the most important thing is to be cautious. You must know that there is a risk of being detected by someone using a spell.They came together tonight, avoiding eyes and ears, and naturally didn't want others to know.

As mentioned earlier, the second floor of this house is relatively low and the ceiling is almost within reach.After taking a look, Maca just jumped slightly and grabbed the wooden ladder by the trapdoor of the attic.

"Wow-hum!"

The wooden ladder slid down along the edge of the trapdoor, and was firmly placed between the floor and the ceiling. Can you go up and take a look?

"Mr. McLean," the old butler said, "Before I go up, I still want a word from you—please tell me, you will indeed help us and expose my master’s legacy to the entire magical world, right ?"

Hearing this, Maca nodded naturally.

The action tonight was negotiated with Mrs. Maxim in advance, and Mrs. Maxim, the old butler, negotiated with Mrs. Maxim.In fact, there are too many people coveting this alchemy legacy. Just by looking at how many people gathered in Boothbarton, you know that sooner or later this pool will be completely muddled.

In this case, only old Edward was left to act to fulfill the master's wishes.Well, maybe you can count on Madame Maxim, the headmistress who puts her whole mind on education, but it seems that no one else can trust her.

However, Nico Lemay’s alchemical heritage is beyond the reach of these two people.Mrs. Maxim had actually come here a long time ago, but it seemed that she couldn't even get in, let alone the inheritance.

To blame, I can only blame the Nico Lemay, who is full of research. He didn't seem to have used too much of his brain on the distribution of inheritance, so he left a rather contradictory problem for the old housekeeper. .

In short, they need a wizard with enough knowledge to hold that legacy in their hands.Only by mastering itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute in order to achieve the ultimate goal.

Originally, this task should have fallen to Dumbledore, but it was clear that he had already passed away.Therefore, this task of great responsibility finally fell on Maca's head.

"Sorry, this fact is too important. I just want to make myself more at ease." After hearing Maca's decisive answer, the wrinkles on old Edward's face gradually unfolded, "McLean Sir-please!"

At the sign of the old housekeeper, Maca solemnly nodded, and then he took the lead to climb the wooden ladder.

Accompanied by the creak of the old ladder, Maca quickly climbed into the attic on the top floor of the house.It was quite dim here, and through the slight light coming in under the trapdoor, he vaguely saw some piles of debris.

He didn't look around in a hurry, but turned around and stretched out his hand under the trap door, and pulled the old butler.

"It's really old..." Old Edward sighed, "Mr. McLean, there is an oil lamp on the pillar next to it. You can take it off first to make it light."