Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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When Scrimgeour was a guest at the Prime Minister's Office, he wanted to vaccinate the Muggle Prime Minister against the entry of a large number of wizards caused by the tournament in the second half of the year in order to prepare for it.Just 4.5 miles east of the Prime Minister's Office, a terrible explosion scared everyone along the Thame.

That's right, even Maca, who happened to be traveling along the Thame to the next Muggle family, was shocked by the loud noise.

To say that it was a period when the Death Eaters had not bowed their heads before they were captured, explosions and other things were just commonplace, but what's going on now?Looking at the fire and smoke that lit up in the distance, you know that the scale of the explosion is really not a trivial matter!

Standing in place, Maca just thought for a moment, then immediately set himself a phantom spell to hide his figure, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging from the location, the place where the billowing smoke is located is Canary Wharf in the middle of the Thame.And when Maca got closer, he immediately heard a scream of screams mixed together, and it came into his ears far away.

"That's... a shopping center?"

Just at the entrance of Churchill Square Shopping Center, a few pieces of wreckage that had long been invisible were scattered around the square, leaving a black scorch mark on the badly damaged ground.

And nearby, the panicked Muggle crowd desperately squeezed out, exclaiming and screaming endlessly.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was so close to the gate of the shopping mall, not only the inside and outside of the door were full of broken bricks and stones, but the windows on the second and even third floors were shattered.On the ground there, people lying and groaning can be seen almost everywhere, and some of them are directly motionless, not knowing whether they are dead or alive.

The blood, dust, smoke, and ruined walls are devastated at first glance, which is like a picture of hell on earth.

Maca had just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings, and he hesitated when he saw how miserable the scene was.

He didn't feel any traces of magic power here-logically speaking, if this was caused by magic, the magic fluctuations left by the explosion must be quite obvious.It can be seen that this explosion was not caused by a wizard, but a pure Muggle incident.

In terms of the magical world’s principle of responding to emergencies in the Muggle world, he shouldn’t intervene now, whether it’s kindly saving people or taking advantage of itThey are not allowed.Of course, even if he doesn't care about the constraints of the Ministry of Magic, he understands to some extent that if an event of this magnitude chooses to intervene, the final finishing work is not easy.

"Ok?"

He was hesitating, suddenly his brows were slightly frowned, and his deep eyes were cast directly behind the black wreck near the center of the explosion.There, he faintly sensed a trace of extremely slight magical power fluctuations.

Yes, it seems... there doesn't seem to be a trace of magic here!

If this is actually related to the wizard, then he doesn't need to worry so much.Maca just froze for a moment, and immediately flew down there quickly.

When Maca crossed the unrecognizable black wreckage, and gently landed not far away, a group of corpses that had been blown up indistinctly as the wreckage crouched on their backs, facing the opposite direction of the explosion. Curled up on the ground.

The traces on the ground can be seen. There should have been some obstacles to resist injury behind the corpse, but it was completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small patch of gray on the ground. .

"This--"

Maca took a closer look, and couldn't help frowning her brows tighter.Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground clearly, he spit out a swear word very rarely.

With only a wave of his hand, after leaving a curse that disturbed his vision in this small area, he walked two steps quickly to the corpse.This person is definitely not saved, even a wizard who claims to be able to heal any trauma quickly, it is impossible to save a dead person.

But what Macca is concerned about at the moment is another life hidden in this person's arms.

The body of this corpse had long been mutilated by the bombing, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, let alone the miserable condition on its body.But Maca didn't care that the dripping flesh and blood stained his robe and hands, and quickly pulled away the corpse.

This is a little boy who is in his early ten years at most, covered in dust and blood.Maca gave him a quick check, and there was nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is it true?"

The child was still in a deep coma, and there was a slight wave of magic power beating in his body, which seemed to be a coma due to mental overdraft.But on his body, there were no scars, even the exposed arms and ankles were intact.As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the body that protected him.

I have to say that this is really an unspeakable coincidence.

Maca himself went out of magic in a car accident, and it was not until Dumbledore told him that he was able to learn the truth of the year; and this child also got almost the same as Maca in an explosion. Encounter.

It was also a vicious accident, without my knowledge, and even...

Maca casually cast a medical spell for checking his physical condition, and the object was the corpse that he had pushed away—this was indeed a woman.

"... luck and misfortune can sometimes be the same thing, can't they?"

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of the mother; and the so-called luck is his own survival.Life is precious. Put more compassion on people who are still alive-this is Dumbledore's life perception.

After silently putting the unharmed boy back into his mother's arms, Maca, who had recovered from the scene, remained invisible and stayed away from this place.In order to prevent the Muggle police from seeing the abnormality, he also specially adjusted the posture of the child's mother to fully protect the boy in his arms.

There are still unreasonable places, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked over there, the sirens sounded in his ears, but he did not leave the place immediately.

This was undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world. The black wreckage at the center of the explosion looked a bit like the chassis of some kind of large vehicle.Maca could not help but guess that this might be a man-made car bomb incident1.

But in this typical Muggle disaster, a small bud of the magic world has been mixed into it, which means, inevitably, Maca feels touched.

As for the truth of this incident...

"In the future...should I tell this meaningless fact to this boy?"

When listening to Dumbledore tell the truth in person, Maca only took care of her feelings complicated, but did not have more leisure time to think about Dumbledore's mood.Now it was his turn, and he finally realized that unspeakable hesitation.

People often understand that it takes courage to experience misery; but they usually don't know it. Sometimes when it comes to telling misery, it also requires real courage.

Not long after, the police and ambulance rushed to the scene, hurriedly pulled up the isolation belt, and took the time to rescue the wounded who were seriously injured but had time to save their lives.For a while, here was plunged into another chaos mixed with order.

Just as Maca was standing in the shade of the trees across the square, looking at the chaos on the other side in contemplation, he found a more obvious wave of magical power entering his sensing range from behind.

When he looked back, the source of that magical fluctuation was still an acquaintance.

"Isn't this Minister Minister?" Maca raised his eyebrows lightly, "Why is he here...oh? Ah!"

It was Mr. Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic, who appeared in the shadow of a building not far away.But he is not alone today, but a Muggle man with white hair and glasses beside him.

Although the man in suit and leather shoes looks very grand, even ignoring his pale hair, it is hard to see that he is actually very old.But it was a Muggle after all-when Maca sensed the fluctuation of magic power for the first time, the old gentleman who seemed a little familiar was not in it.

After thinking about it, Maca walked directly over.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Maca, who appeared to the side, greeted Mr. Minister casually, but shocked the old man's shoulder.

"It's Mr. McLean?" When Scrimgeour saw Maca, his face immediately showed a hard smile, although it's not as good as not smiling, "Are you here when the explosion happened? Did you find anything?"

Worthy of being the wizard who climbed up from the director of the Auror office, he habitually wanted to inquire about the case when it happened.

"Yeah! I was walking along the banks of the River Thame just now-some small jobs in school," Maca explained a little bit, "...I followed the flames as soon as I heard the explosion. You see, That was probably the wreckage of a car's chassis. I think it was a premeditated bombing...Of course, it was from the Muggle side."

"It must be the damn'ira2' again..." The old man on the side whispered. He probably thought his voice was soft enough, but Maca and Scrimgeour heard them all.

Of course, no matter what they heard, they didn't care about the dispute between Muggles and Muggles.

"Oh, isn't this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maca suddenly realized, "This is a rare big man—the Prime Minister. I'm glad to meet you."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to him.