Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...It can amplify and control the specific desires of living beings. According to observations, the fundamental manifestations of the affected are'self-affirmation','ridiculing others','chasing power and power'..."

Still in Maca’s own office, he was writing at his desk with a quill pen in his hand. Every word and every sentence seemed to be written without thinking.

This is because the things he wants to write down have actually been back and forth in his head several times.

But this time, when he wrote "Chasing Power and Power", his hand holding the quill suddenly paused, and a hesitation flashed across his face.

"No, it's not right."

After pondering for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and gently brushed over the sentence, and the original handwriting immediately disappeared as if absorbed by paper.

"The chase is just a process, not a cause nor an end... Then, what will Draco do after gaining enough power... Superior? Pretentious? Have fun?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Maca threw the feather pen back into the ink bottle, and then turned the book in front of him a few pages.There, there was a word written in a larger font-Bewitching Monument.

In fact, in the past few years, no matter what he was busy with, he has not interrupted his research on magic.And to say that the research is of greatest concern to him, it must be something in this book.

"The Book of Sins"-he rarely reads the "original" since he got it from the "future self".Those stories are too real and too heavy, and it is difficult for people to have the desire to repeat them.

However, he still named the book "The Book of Sin", which is now spread out on the table, without even changing a word.

This is undoubtedly reminding himself that he must always keep in mind some things.

Regarding this second edition of "The Book of Sin", it records the unfinished research and records in the "original edition", which is aimed at the "sources of evil" that are full of disaster possibilities.

The words Shi Cai he is writing belong to a small part of the research on "The Bewitching Monument".

"call--"

After hesitating for a while, Maca closed the book again and then stuffed it into his waist pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he backhanded the curtain behind him violently, and the afternoon sun outside the window immediately covered the entire office.The room that seemed rather dim just now suddenly became bright.

Leaning back on the chair a little lazily, Maca stared at the tiny dust particles in the light, emptied his brain and silently felt the hard-won quietness, and then stretched hard.

"It's early for dinner! Or else, go to Hogsmeade to relax?" He was bathed in the gentle sunlight on his back, and gently rubbed his swollen temple with his right hand, muttering to himself. Said, "Although some things must be decided as soon as possible to have more room for maneuver, if you are too anxious, it will actually affect efficiency..."

In this world, there are many things that can't be shared with others, and here in Maca, he can't tell others more things than ordinary people.

If he doesn't know how to adjust himself, he will be completely overwhelmed by the many bad things.

After thinking about this, Maca put away the legs that had been kicked under the desk when she stretched out just now, gently supported the edge of the desk and stood up.

The dust floating in the air suddenly collided with the airflow as he got up, and part of it followed the leaving Maca hidden in the shadow of the data pile.

"Oh, yes," Maca said casually as he opened the door of the office. "At this time, you should find someone who thinks straight about the problem and have a drink together..."

As he said, he walked out, and the door behind him closed automatically.

"...I hope he has no class next."

"boom!"

With a soft sound, the door closed.

...

The United Kingdom is affected by the terrain and air currents, and it is troubled by the rain that stops and falls all year round.But the altitude and location of Hogwarts Castle is determined, and the weather here is usually not bad.

It's the same today. The front lawn is in the wind, and the grass is swaying with the breeze.If you think about the alchemy arena that was just demolished not long ago, this sense of openness is even more fascinating.

Macca remembered that Dumbledore also liked to take a walk on the grass in front of the castle, as a little relaxation for him to take a break.

It's just that the thought that he even left the last moment of his life to this land makes people feel a little unhappy.

Maca wandered out from the foyer of the castle, and walked forward slowly.

The first thing he thought of was naturally Hagrid.If someone invited him to sit on the three broomsticks, he would be very happy to go with him.

It's just a pity that when Maca ran to the hunting hut and knocked on the door, the only response to him was Fang Fang, who was kept in the house for self-entertainment.

No way, since he can get to the school gate by walking a little bit forward, then he won't be so stupid to run back again.

In just a blink of an eye, Maca, who walked slowly out of the school gate, disappeared silently, and when he showed his figure with a period of space expansion, he had already arrived in the alley on the side of the pig's head bar.

If there is no one to accompany him, he actually prefers to come here and sit for a while, because there is his favorite "Pig Head Bar for Butter Beer".

"Dangling—"

The bell hanging behind the door rang suddenly, and the sound was still muffled, sounding somewhat disappointing.That seems to be the same virtue as the host here-no matter what kind of guest visits here, he will not welcome him.

"Boss," Maca smiled at the bar, "you know, the same."

"sit down!"

In the bar, Aberforth's beard spread across his chest shook slightly, his tone as indifferent as ever.However, the movements in his hand were very agile, and after a while he pulled out a dirty wine bottle from under the bar, and then opened it casually.

"give."

The bottle of Butterbeer was placed on the counter casually together with a tie.Because of the excessive force, some foam was even splashed, but it was wiped off by Aberforth immediately.

Yes, even if it is Maca, who is already well-friended, he can only let him give him an extra "corkscrew service".Want to drink?Then fall by yourself!

Of course Maca didn't mind that much, he had known the temperament of this brother Dumbledore a long time ago.

He picked up his fingers, let the bottle float on its own, poured the yellow liquor into the glass, and looked around the store as usual when he came here.

Since Charlotte came here from time to time to work, this dirty bar has obviously changed a lot of details.

For example, some small ornaments above the bar, or a more detailed and clear price list, there are scattered signs of improvement everywhere.

Of course, the tone here is still the same-the windows are still so dirty, and the accumulated dust makes it difficult for light from outside to penetrate, making the bar look so groggy regardless of day and night.

"Puff—"

There were still not many customers in the bar, just a random scan, Maca took everything around in his mind.He then turned his head again and stretched out his index finger to touch the wall of the glass.

A burst of invisible sparks swirled around the cup, and disappeared in an instant.

"Ah, that's right—" He looked up at Aberforth suddenly as if something sounded, "Is Dobby still with you? Well... I mean the house elf before?"

"He left long ago." Aberforth frowned. "What can I do with him?"

"Oh, no!" Maca lightly shook his head, "It's just that after meeting his old master today, I suddenly thought of him..."

"Really?" Aberforth glanced at Maca. "If you want to find him, you can go to Germany to try your luck."

When Maca heard it, he knew that Aberforth probably told the elf about his mistress.Only after that, it didn't take long for Lucius to get Narcissa back-the little guy must have been in vain.

"I said, just asking..." Maca shrugged, and somehow turned around, "After Charlotte comes, your business here will be much better, right?"

For Maca's chat mode where there is nothing to talk to, Aberforth seemed very cold.He immediately frowned again, and looked at Maca left and right, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked a little impatient.

Seeing Aberforth didn't respond, Maca looked down again, as if looking for something.

"Hey, what about the sheep I gave you--"

"It's enough!"

Aberforth patted the bar abruptly, which caused the few customers in the store to look back, but he drew back with a glare.

"Boy, why are you here today? If you want to find someone to talk nonsense, go to Three Broomsticks and find the girl in Rosemerta, don't come to me and mumble and mumble, it's okay to look for something--"

Upon seeing this, Maca shook his head somewhat helplessly, then took a few big mouthfuls from the wine glass.

"It's not nothing to look for trouble," he put down his cup and said with a chuckle, "I just want to find someone who doesn't care much about anything to talk to... Just like you, the big things are in your heart, probably not Sorry?"

Aberforth glared at Maca with a smile, and sighed helplessly after a while.

"What's the matter with your kid?" He asked a little puzzledly, "What's the trouble? If you want to talk about troubles, you have solved a lot, and you haven't seen you so tired and crooked like you are now?"

Maca thought for a while, put away his smile, and then sighed.

"Maybe... just bored, right?"

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