Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Is there a sense of sight? Have you seen this bridge somewhere?"

Looking at the majestic rain clouds that rolled like a dragon, and the thunder lights faintly shining in the dark clouds, Maca had to stretch out his fingers to prop up an "umbrella" formed by air currents.

With a look on his face thinking of the thunderbird that the man just turned into, plus the test tube in his mouth, he could guess what would happen next with his knees.

"Good afternoon, young man...cough cough...I think you are the youngest professor at Hogwarts, Marca McLean?"

The old man's voice was mixed with the continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even if the words sounded full of vicissitudes and dying.

"what?"

Before Maca could consciously show his figure, Miriam, who was standing behind the old man, immediately looked around—is that McLean near here?He didn't even notice it at all.

At the same time, the other two men in suits also hurriedly drew out their magic wands, and looked at all the places around where they could hide.

"Yes, I'm Maca McLean."

As the three of them tensed their nerves, Maca removed the phantom spell.And when he took the initiative to take the first step to speak, the effect of the Immortal Yin Potion was also automatically lifted.

Seeing that Maca was actually not far away from him, they immediately grasped the handle of the wand in their hands, and their expressions became more solemn.

Especially Miriam... you know, she escaped all the way under the cover of Asaph, but now she found that Maca just appeared in front of her!

This one after the other, including the time taken to intercept the assistant minister halfway, did it last half an hour?

"Where is Asaph? Tell me, where is he!"

Miriam's expression can actually be called calm, but from her tone, Maca could not surprisingly hear strands of anxiety.

Obviously, although this group of people can sensibly endure the sacrifice of their companions, they are by no means out of the ruthlessness of Voldemort.

"Asaph?"

Maca just stared at the old man, never leaving the other person even a little bit, even if he was speaking at Miriam, this was no exception.

"Oh, it's the man in the overcoat?" He said, and paused slightly, "Don't worry, he's okay... But I can't guarantee if he will'have something' next."

I have been taken hostages as a shield several times, and to be honest, Maca wanted to try this last time.

It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Greenward were the ones who took this set. He has never used this method in the magic world yet!

"you--"

A man in a suit seemed a bit irritable, and almost couldn't hold back when he heard Maca say this.

But he couldn't help it, the old man in the wheelchair could help him with it-seeing the old man raised his hand slightly, the man in the suit could only swallow the words of his throat, and glared at Maca and took a step back. .

"Ahem, young man..."

Maca is looking at the old man, and the old man is looking at Maca too.

It can be seen that the old man's appearance is thin and thin, and people will be afraid that he will take the last breath at some point; while Maca is just a teenager, and he can feel the vitality all over his body.

But it happens that these two completely different people have a deep meaning in their eyes.

Maca's eyes were tossed out when he lost his emotions. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his spirit and cooperate with Occlumency to prevent being attacked by others when they were facing each other.

The depth of the old man might seem a bit similar to Maca at first glance, but in essence it must be completely different.What I have to say, even if it is a look that has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, but still has a goal in mind.

This feeling, Maca has only experienced in Helbo, who had just met him not long ago.

"Young man... I have a question for you," the old man asked calmly, looking at Maca's face.

What is the problem?

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help shook his head.

He knew that the old man was asking questions about the behavior of Thunderbird flying to the sky with a test tube in his mouth. The reason is probably that he wanted to take a Maca test.

After all, the ability of Thunderbird to call the wind and the rain is mixed with potions, this kind of thing is really not necessarily imagined by ordinary people.

However, Maca doesn't want to be led by the nose...

"Old sir, since you are asking that, I have a question too," he gestured with his hands, "I can walk with my feet, why do I need a wheelchair?"

After witnessing the bizarre incident of turning a man into a magical creature twice in a row, why didn't Maca start to speculate whether this old man, who was obviously the leader, would also have something that broke the upper limit of polymorphism?

"Yeah, good question." The old man nodded without hesitation after hearing it, "Ahem... But should you answer the question I asked first?"

But Maca waved his hand immediately.

"No, I don't want to answer..." He said frankly, "If I have to say it, I actually want to stop the rain for a while, or the guards in the prison are going to suffer!"

That's right, the old man's methods actually kill two birds with one stone.

If this guy named Seaman did this, Maca would probably be forced to show up, and even if Maca didn't show up, the people on the Blackstone Fortress would be hit without knowing it.

"So it seems, cough cough... you don't know how to answer, but you don't want to answer." The old man chuckled lightly and said slowly, "Don't stop Seaman's child... Don't worry, the guards will only be safe. Just sleep peacefully...cough... just sleep in the rain, maybe you will catch a cold..."

"Really?" Maca raised his eyebrows.

"Of course," the old man smiled again, "Besides, don't you still have hostages on hand? Ha...cough cough cough..."

It seems that once this person gets older, even making a joke will easily be choked by his saliva.Maca shrugged at the cough that was obviously different from before.

"Then I'll just believe it for the time being!" Maca said indifferently, "So...so...so, your people spared no expense in tossing a series of dramas, and the result was to get me here?"

To be honest, Maca didn't have much real feeling in the chase and escape this afternoon.He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the other party's prediction.

I remember Sarah once mentioned that "Astrology Circle" is the category of astronomy in alchemy. Even now, there are very few people who can figure it out.

That's why Maca can figure out what is the reason why these people have to come to Azkaban even if they die.

But now, he found that the other party didn't seem to be interested in the prison side at all, but basically focused on himself.

In this way, his previous guesses were almost overturned.

However, the old man did not seem to have a positive answer to Maca's question.

"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"

It is another inexplicable problem. As far as Maca knows, there is no in-depth description of the origin of the island in any historical documents.

Because this island was originally occupied by a dark wizard before it was discovered by the Ministry of Magic.And in all the ages before the death of the dark wizard, the island has not been officially recorded, which is equivalent to non-existent.

"From the death of the black wizard who claimed to be'Extis' to the Azkaban Wizarding Prison, most people know what I know."

Maca's answer was natural and of course boring.This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about this seemingly nutritious topic.

However, the old man did not seem to intend to expose this topic.

"Okay!" He still said slowly in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "Ahem... Then, young man... Do you know the origins of the dementors on this island? ?"

Thinking about the first time spent in Azkaban, Maca has really studied this issue.

It's just research and research, he doesn't want to have a hell academic seminar with an old man who is quite suspicious of his identity and strength on a desert island outside the Azkaban Wizarding Prison!

"The origin of the dementor?" Maca tilted his head. "Is this important?"

"Well, it's really important-for you and me today." The old man smiled calmly, "It's just, cough cough... I can see it, I think you probably don't like this kind of dialogue. The way……"

As he was talking, he moved his body laboriously, shaking his fingers, and also propped up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"Okay!" the old man continued, "Since you are unwilling to answer questions, then be the one asking the question! Ahem... young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now, just ask what you want!"

"Really?" Maca also hooked his mouth, "I'm afraid it will be for nothing if I ask."

"That's better than not asking."

The old man said, but his gaze shifted to the sky behind Maca-the sky above this sea area was already haze, and the sky became more and more faint as the thunder continued.

"My position is not like you. If you ask, I will always answer... Of course, cough cough... If the answer is true or false, I can't guarantee it."

This last sentence happened to be exactly the same as Maca's answer to Miriam, which was somewhat naughty with a slight run on Maca.

"Yeah, too." Maca sighed, "Then, I want to know, are you...Is it related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

Just as Maca uttered these words, another thunder that resembled the sky and the earth smashed down, followed by a deafening explosion.

Then, the first drop of water before the storm fell silently on the ground between him and the old man.

The rain finally started to fall.

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