Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This disaster that belongs to London only lasted until the morning of the next morning with the help of the curse to restore urban buildings, let alone a large number of residents who needed to make memory corrections.

Overnight, the citizens were still immersed in the joy of the rest of their lives after the disaster, but they didn't know that the soldiers were leading them to the level of clearing memories.

After they lined up through the makeshift tent, they would forget this terrible experience without knowing it, and would never remember any "monster" or "magic".

Although this is definitely not a bad thing for them, but...

Seeing them come out from behind the tent, their faces are all confused, but as a bystander, Maca can't help but feel a strange sense of disobedience.

The work of clearing the memory lasted for a long time. Even if wizards from the International Wizards' Federation joined in later, it still took a long time to complete.

However, since the soldiers responsible for maintaining order will also need to adjust their memories later, they probably have to continue for a while!

"Maca, you haven't eaten anything for almost a day and night, right? Come and eat some..."

The hall on the first floor of St. Mungo has been completely turned into a temporary refuge camp. During this time, in addition to helping repair the city in the city, Maca has basically been here to help treat the wounded.

For those dark creatures that look like dementors, he provided the healers of St. Mungo with a more correct treatment direction. To be honest, this is really a great help for everyone.

At this moment, Maca was sitting in a corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison for a wizard wounded by the weird black flame.

As for Kingsley, who has also endured this flame burning his soul, he has now entered the normal recovery phase.

It's a pity that there are still a large part of the wounded whose souls were directly eaten by monsters, and even he could do nothing about injuries like that.

There was nothing more to do except for the part who was still breathing waiting to die.

"It's okay, I've drunk the potion just now...you just have to eat it!"

After gently swaying his fingers, the bandage soaked in nourishing potion danced around the wounded leg, and after a delicate knot was finally made, Maca turned his head and looked at Hermione who was looking for him.

"The buildings and roads in London have been restored to their original state this morning, and you should all go home soon! Hmm... I would like to inform those students who live in downtown London. I suggest moving to another place with your family. day……"

Speaking of this, he shrugged again.

"Including your home."

"I..." Hermione pursed her lips, and said after a pause, "Um...what about you?"

"I?"

Maca said while packing up the potion bottles shelved on the spot:

"You know, Scrimgeour and Akinbad still need my help-although they have tried their best to finish this time, even the Queen of England and the British government are fully assisting, but such a big movement is always It cannot be completely concealed."

Their concealment is temporary, and even this "temporary" is the precious time that they had previously used Maca to make up for.

And then, they should use this short time to obscure the facts as much as possible.

"The rumors must be inevitable," Hermione listened, and couldn't help but ponder after Maca's thoughts. "Just look at various official and unofficial explanations, isn't it enough to control the public's audiovisual?"

Maca shook his head, then stood up, patted the hem of his robe, and said casually:

"It's not enough to'explain'...I have asked President Akinbad to spread some of the facts. Of course, it was mixed with a lot of similar statements!"

In any case, the whole of London has been restored as before.And since everything is restored, those so-called "truths" will be easily self-defeating, and unknowing Muggles will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.

Sometimes this is true or false, who can tell?

"Okay, I should go upstairs to see the old lady Longbottom..." After stopping the topic, Maca showed a slightly regretful smile at Hermione, "I hope the old lady can make it through. ! Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville will not be able to hold it... it's rare that he performed so well this time!"

At that time, Neville left St Mungo with Sirius together, and his behavior was undoubtedly puzzling to most people.

However, Maca could somewhat understand that Neville, who had found the courage, was using her own way...no, she was using the Longbottom family's way to pray for the wounded grandma.

After that, Maca had also seen the majestic silver lion on the street.And when he knew that it was actually Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The same boy as Harry was prophesied, Neville was so inconspicuous most of the time, but in any case, he proved himself with his own hard work and courage.

A lion patron saint like Gryffindor is enough to explain a lot.

...

After a while, the Curse Injury Ward on the fifth floor.

"Maca, here you are."

As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of the Kingsley bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half leaning on the bed, also smiled reluctantly.

"Don't laugh, you laugh better than cry now, not much."

Maca waved his hand, then turned a corner, and walked straight to the outer bed.

"Neville, give it a hand, it's time to check."

"Ok."

This tall young man didn't seem to be in good shape. Seeing Maca coming over, he just responded weakly and then quietly stepped aside.

When Maca was about to start the inspection, he whispered and added:

"Maca...thank you, trouble you."

As early as when he saw the old lady Longbottom, Neville was still outside and scurrying around with Sirius.When he returned to St. Mungo, Maca had actually re-treated the old lady.

The previous therapist in charge is still very good, at least in the case of serious injuries, he just hangs the old lady's life.

It is a pity that although the body damaged by the smashing curse at close range is easy to repair, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a problem that magic cannot solve well.

Not long after, Maca retracted the right hand that he protruded, then turned around and patted Neville's shoulder.

"Don't be frowning around your grandma all day, your mood will affect her recovery," he warned without hesitation, "show your beliefs when fighting monsters."

After all, regardless of Neville's stunned stay in place, Maca bypassed the old lady's bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.

"Is it appropriate for you to say that? I don't understand the feelings of others..." Kingsley looked sideways at Neville, who was still in a trance, and couldn't help but whisper.

But Maca then shook his head.

"At least I think he doesn't need someone's understanding now—Sirius, you fought with Neville, you should be able to understand what I mean, right?"

Sirius at the side thought for a while, and couldn't help but nodded.

"Listen to you...Well, now that kid doesn't lack will, he just lacks someone to give him some advice."

When his grandma was seriously injured this time, Neville has changed a lot.For him, this change came too suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he just needs to adapt to who he is now.

"So, Sirius, you can watch him by the way during this time." Maca checked his soul for Kingsley, while casually saying, "As long as he can settle the gains this time, we can do more A new combat power with both potential and exceptional reliability."

When Maca finished Kingsley's routine examination, when he turned around and planned to leave the ward, he saw that Neville seemed to have revived himself.

Looking at his honest but determined face, Maca also secretly felt happy for him.

"Maca!"

At the moment when he passed by the end of the old lady’s hospital bed and was about to leave the ward, Neville suddenly walked to him and spoke very seriously:

"Thank you very much... Regardless of whether grandma can wake up or not, I will thank you. If you hadn't come here in time, grandma would have already..."

"Don't say that, that St. Mungo's therapist...what is his name? In short, he has done more than me. He is the one who tries to keep your grandma alive."

As he said, Maca raised his hand again and put it on Neville's shoulder, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Furthermore, we were good friends who walked at Hogwarts at night and were punished in the forbidden forest together! Isn't it a matter of course to help your grandma treat you?"

Before he finished his words, before the memories and emotions in Neville's heart came to the surface, he took the lead:

"Okay, go and stay with grandma! I have something to do, I have to go down..."

After that, Maca stopped the ink stains, turned around cleanly and left, blocking Neville's gratitude all in his heart.

Kingsley and Sirius on the other side couldn't help but smile secretly at each other.

Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too good at humanity.

Just like Kingsley and Sirius at the moment, they can say that they know a lot about Maca. At this moment, they can't see that the performance of Maca just now is sincere?Or is it deliberate.

"I hope it was true." Kingsley whispered suddenly.

Opposite him, Sirius quickly felt relieved.

"Think of Dumbledore from the past! I think...that's true!"

Maca, who was going downstairs, certainly didn't know that the two were discussing himself, he was still busy calculating where he had to go afterwards!

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