Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Overnight, under the scorched earth and heavy smoke and ruined walls under London, most of the black market residents hurried away from this place of right and wrong.

Speaking of it, even if the number of elves are large and powerful, they are unlikely to compete with so many wizards, let alone drive them away almost unscathed.

But this is the fact. When danger comes unexpectedly, most people think:

"I just need to run faster than the idiots behind."

And what Maca uses is this peculiar psychology that I feel a little subtle after thinking about it.

In fact, most of the vacant mansions in residential areas that Maca let the elves bombed with magic spells were mostly cast by staring at the open space at the end of the crowd.

As for whether anyone was injured, this is obvious... But when the wizards who fled the black market looked around for their relatives and friends, they found that they had hardly lost their lives.

As a result, some seemingly rumors began to spread.

"Dick, do you know? This chaos was actually caused by the Ministry of Magic. They are dispersing the forces in the black market. Maybe they are preparing to take the black market and transform it into a new settlement for wizards!"

"Xiete, don't break there! If you want me to see, it must be a certain group of dark wizard forces who have united and planned to form a group to occupy the black market..."

"Look at what you said is true! Dick and Shett, let me tell you! I have heard the latest news from my uncle who is the head of the Auror office—"

"Shut up, Demeter! Who else on the black market doesn't know that your uncle is a seller..."

Of course, rumors are always weird, and no one will take them seriously.As long as they can satisfy their leisure time after dinner, their mission can be considered complete.

As for what to do with the wizards who escaped from the black market, this is what Scrimgeour should go to worry about.

But what Maca cares about is actually some people in the black market.

"Mr. McLean...what happened today...thank you."

On the banks of the Thames, Maca strolled along the river beach, thinking all the bad things of Helbo in his mind.Behind him, Asa, who had just recovered, was being supported by Miriam, and followed step by step.

When Maca heard Asaph opening to thank him, he just raised a hand and waved it without turning his head back.

"Instead of thanking me, it's better to think about what to do next. Don't think that I will really take you in-I don't have that idea, and I don't have that interest."

When he said this, his expression looked a little strange, but neither of the two following could notice.

"Oh! We are very grateful if you can help us regardless of the predecessors, how dare you..."

"Asaph!"

Seeing that he had been expressing gratitude to Maca, Miriam's expression seemed a bit bored.

To be honest, although she had a slight affection for Maca, in her heart, everything that "Grandpa Lavin" explained was what she valued most.

And the tasks that "Grandpa Lavin" gave her were all about fighting against Maca.

"Let’s not mention that you violated the boss’s mission instructions. Now you are still thanking the enemy again and again. You..." Halfway through, Miriam subconsciously raised her head and glanced at her. Maca’s back was behind her. Shake gently in his field of vision.

"Thanks once... is it enough?"

It seemed that the conscience in her heart made her unable to say something too grateful after all.

However, Maca who was walking in the front nodded suddenly after hearing Miriam's words.

"Miss Miriam is right. I am still your enemy after all-as long as your boss doesn't change his mind, this will not change for the time being."

"Of course, I personally disagree with your "boss" idea!"-This sentence Maca just thought about it in his heart.

After a short pause, he turned around and shrugged at the two of them.

"Okay, it's too late, while it's still dark..." Maca stared at Miriam, and seemed to look more casually, "Well, anyway, go back and sleep well. Right!"

...

The night is still deep!

Returning to Hogwarts from the river bank, among other things, at least the air suddenly became much more refreshed.

Maca thought that the light in the entire castle should be gone.But when he raised his eyes, he found that the window of the principal's office was still brightly lit.

Is Professor McGonagall still asleep... Oh, maybe Charlotte is there too?

He originally wanted to go back to the office and lie down. He felt a little ashamed, and went all the way to the top of the main fort.

"Tuk Tuk."

If there is something urgent, Maca usually does not knock on the door.He can also enter and exit the principal's office at will, which is one of the few privileges he has had since Dumbledore was still alive.

But it's so late, it would be better to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice from inside the door, the door opened automatically and Maca walked in.

What he didn't expect was that there were more people still in the principal's office than he expected.

"Maca, how is the situation? Why did you come back so late?"

Upon entering the door, the first thing he saw was Charlotte.She probably happened to be near the door just now, so she opened the door for him by herself.

"The situation...at least not bad."

Maca smiled and was about to walk in with her, only to find that Snape was also here.

Recently, Snape had gone home to spend his holidays with his sister Tia, and tomorrow was a new week.Counting the time, has Snape been waiting here since returning from home?

"Uh, good evening professor..."

Seeing Maca, Snape just tugged at the corner of his mouth, snorted casually and brushed his shoulders, and went out the door first.

Okay!There is no need to open the door again.

"Professor Snape was waiting here when he heard Helbo's appearance. He was very knowledgeable and knew that the despicable Helbo was an extraordinary wizard, worried that you would need treatment if you were injured."

Charlotte followed Maca and explained a few words as he walked, but Maca's expression was somewhat subtle.

"The professor really said that?"

Hearing Maca's question, Charlotte couldn't help but smile. The unreserved smile reminded Maca of certain past times subconsciously.

"No, I guessed it..." she smiled. "Even if Professor Snape is thinking this way in his heart, he can't put it in his mouth, so I can only rely on guessing!"

The two did not take a few steps, and when they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk, she suddenly moved slightly closer to Maca.

"This time, thank you so much."

This is the second time Maca has been thanked tonight. To be honest, who doesn’t like being appreciated?But somehow, these two gratitudes made Maca feel very complicated.

Perhaps Charlotte felt the same way, so after thanking her, she immediately walked two steps forward.

"came back?"

Professor McGonagall was obviously very happy about Maca's return, but Maca saw that her eyes were mostly exhausted.

This time Hogwarts was also involved a little bit. Although there were not many students involved in a short period of time, the name "Despicable Helbo" was so big that people who knew him couldn't easily ignore it.

Look!Even the portraits of school principals hung on the wall, with a pair of gray-black eyes glanced at Maca's body from time to time.

It's a pity that these principals are all after the four founders, and even if they have their own expertise, it is difficult to make random comments in this situation.

This shows that Professor McGonagall’s pressure is certainly not small.

"Well, I'm back."

Maca didn't know what to say... things like Helbo, or the two ancient wizard families, which actually had nothing to do with Hogwarts.

It must be said that it is related, that is, the old man Eun Ravenclaw, but this cannot be said casually.

Seeing a few more strands of frosty white under Professor McGonagall's pointed cap, Maca couldn't help but sigh a little more.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall! I will take care of this matter..."

Thinking that Helbo’s goal seemed to be himself, Maca suddenly had an idea that he had considered several times earlier-should he formally consider leaving Hogwarts?

Just thinking about it, Maca quickly shook his head.

Leaving aside other issues, just the Bewitching Monument and the Devouring Mirror are a big problem.Especially the latter, he still sealed it by taking advantage of Haierbo's loss of his body last time, and now it is not a wise move to unblock it.

"Sit down! I'll make you a pot of tea, warm up and go to sleep... Tomorrow morning, let's sleep a little longer! You don't care if you have one more lesson in magic writing."

Seeing the thoughtful look on Maca's face, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh secretly-this child is too tired to live, even more tired than her headmaster.

As everyone knows, Maca is also secretly feeling her hard work over there!

"Oh, I don't think it's anymore." Maca couldn't help laughing or crying. "Classes are still going to take place. You can't just give up on me just because I used to be absent from class!"

When he thought of going to class, he suddenly realized that in the next school year, Hermione and the others should be in seventh grade.

"But you can still drink some tea..." Maca took the opportunity to sit on the chair next to him, and said in a gentle tone, "Time flies really fast, even if I didn't quit school, it's not far from the time of graduation. ."

"I'll make this tea! Professor, you have been busy all day, but I haven't done anything yet!"

Watching Charlotte lift the teapot from the side and walk briskly to the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Maca, the old and young, smiled at each other immediately.

But at this moment, Charlotte looked down at the fire in the fireplace and let out a soft cry.

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