Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Maca."

Wei Li, who was sitting in the middle of the bed, kept watching Maca.

Through the gurgling red mist, she could see that Maca's expression seemed a little stiff, and her right hand holding the staff gradually turned white as she gradually clenched it tightly.

It appeared that Maca seemed to be enduring something, standing motionless.

"...Maca?"

Wei Li felt that she shouldn't know what kind of emotion should be surging at this moment.Because those emotions that should have belonged to her had already been sealed with the curse in the bloodline.

But, obviously the seal has not been unlocked, why she... can she feel a trace of heartfelt throbbing in her heart constantly expanding?

"Maca? Are you okay?"

When Willie called the name for the third time, she saw that the other party finally reacted.Although there was no verbal response, the slightly frozen eyes of the other party suddenly became alive again, and slowly moved to her side.

After that, about five or six seconds later, Maca took a sharp breath.

"The emotions should be back? Why... Even if you have feelings, do you still speak in this intermittent tone? I remember when you told me stories last time, didn't you become quite fluent afterwards!"

His voice is still a bit hoarse, and his breathing seems not so smooth anymore.But when he said these words, his tone was relaxed, and even some jokes were mixed in it.

However, Maca's hand holding the staff did not relax, and the joints were still slightly pale.

"Don't worry, I'm fine..." He smiled, "Sit there and wait! Although it will take a long time next, you can adjust to the feeling of regaining your emotions. First of all...well, Why don't you laugh first!"

After that, Maca took a deep breath again, and then took out an empty potion bottle without a cork from his waist, and slowly placed it on the floor in front of him.

In order to eliminate unnecessary interfering factors, he did not use the Levitating Charm, but personally bent over and bent his knees to put it down.

But I don't know if the invisible pressure just now continues to oppress him, so that he is like a very heavy sandbag tied all over his body, and every movement seems exceptionally slow.

But even so, his expression was still so calm, even with a trace of a smile on his face.

It is worth mentioning that when he was doing these actions, the red airflow in the room did not appear to be stagnant, but was still surging regularly.

After hearing what Maca said, Willie on the bed stroked her chest.

is it?Yeah... the emotions did appear again. The throbbing just now seemed to be not an illusion.

Realizing this, she stretched the corners of her mouth according to Maca's suggestion, and once again showed the smile that she had practiced many times in front of Maca.

"Before... I didn't like it and practiced smiling."

"why?"

While listening to Wei Li's words, Maca stood up straight on her knees, and then asked.

Wei Li kept the arc of her mouth, quietly saying:

"Space hole, a bit strange."

"Hmm...like laughing at someone?"

Maca nodded and continued to respond, and at the same time raised the staff with difficulty.

"Maybe...well, I don't know."

Compared with Maca's stagnant movements, Wei Li's relaxed and smooth shook her head slightly and it looked more and more obvious.Although they are in the same room, they seem to be in two worlds.

"Since you don't know, then start thinking about it now!"

The moment Maca casually gave a suggestion, the staff he had just raised suddenly trembled...No, it was not the staff shaking, but his hand!

At that moment, there seemed to be another force in this room,

It's a small particle in the rushing red mist-in the constantly flowing mist, it is like an inconspicuous drop of water in a raging river, so that it is still difficult to find after leaving the mist.

But Maca found it accurately.

Gently dragging the staff back, a stream of magic power entrained the tiny red dot, slowly dragged to the top of the potion bottle under the will of Maca, and then silently fell on In the bottle.

"This is a very good start," Maca said again after finishing this, "It proves to us that waiting so long so far is really meaningful."

Wei Li obviously didn't understand what Maca was talking about. She didn't even see the little red dot that represented "significance", but this did not prevent her from showing a clearer smile to Maca.

However, if this is the "first step" today, there are still thousands of steps waiting for Maca after this!

"Then start!"

Macafu stretched out his staff again, and said calmly.

...

Two or three hours is undoubtedly a long time on Maca's side.However, for those who are still sleeping in Saint Mungo, they will not even feel the passage of time.

When little Victor woke up dazedly from his sleep, he found that the warehouse that was being used as a temporary ward had become a little noisy.

"Well, is this... it's morning?"

There are no windows designed in the warehouse. If you live here for a while, it is easy to make people lose the distinction between day and night.

And Victor and his son have not been out for several days...

Or in other words, they simply can't get out.

In fact, the people living in this warehouse are all injured because of various reasons.

Some severely injured people have been lying down for a few days, and they need to be fed by trainee therapists or young volunteers even to eat; while most of them are only slightly injured, they are basically locked Out of prison...

Oh no, it seems to be a bit too much to say that...In terms of current treatment, at best, it can only be said to be under house arrest.

Like little Victor, and his drunk father.

"Let’s not mention that there is no house arrest, at least there is a benefit to living here..." Little Victor raised his hand and squeezed his neck, muttered secretly while lying on his back. , Finally stopped drunk temporarily."

"Wake up? Then come over and eat!"

Suddenly hearing the familiar voice, Victor turned over and sat up on the mattress, rubbing his sleepy eyes vigorously.

I don't know if it is a genetic relationship. Although the father and son can't go out like the others who live here, they all behave indifferently.

Maybe it's because I confirmed the safety of my family before I came here!

"Hey, here it is."

Looking at the old man who was sitting on the wooden crate at the door and chewing on the bread, Victor finally got up from the mattress, pulled his shoes and walked around the floor.

"Sit down! Today I have toast with strawberry jam, and there is oatmeal with dried fruit over there. I will serve it myself!" Old Victor said, and couldn't help muttering again, "It's really strange to say that those wizards are so busy. The hospital is full of people. But the daily breakfast can be turned around...but it tastes really good!"

"It's all said to be a'witch', just use magic to change it!"

Little Victor said as he walked to the wooden crate with a pot of cereal, but behind him, his father shook his head.

"I don't know if magic can be transformed into breakfast, but magic is definitely not omnipotent... Hey, maybe magic will also obey the law of quality!"

If Maca was here now, he would applaud the words of the old Victor-Judging from the laws Maca observed in the study of magic, this might be a correct guess!

Unfortunately, he is not there right now.

"What quality is upright and quality is upright... I said Dad, on that matter, are you going to explain it to me?"

In these days, no matter how many times Victor asked, the old man never told him a word about his ability to fly on a broomstick.

Although he thought it was probably related to the mother he had never met, as long as the old man didn't say it, the guess would never become a fact.

"Didn't I say that I didn't know?" Old Victor waved his hand casually, and then put a large bite of toast dipped in strawberry jam into his mouth, vaguely, "How many more questions do you have to ask? Stop asking!"

"Ugh--"

As a filial son, little Victor really can't help this unreliable father.

"Forget it! Let us continue to live here!" He grumbled feebly, "Then when Mr. McLean becomes impatient, let him "pick" directly from your stubborn head. Come out the answer!"

"Huh, he wants to pick it up, but I can't stop it." Old Victor rolled his eyes and said, "Unfortunately, he can only pull a handful of pulpy brains out of my head!"

After hearing this, little Victor subconsciously glanced at the bowl he had just filled with oatmeal-a bowl of white flowers, let alone it really looked like...

"Don't say it, let people not eat breakfast!"

As he was talking, suddenly he caught a glimpse of a seriously injured patient lying not far away. The gauze that was bandaged almost all over his head oozes a large amount of blood.

Okay!This time I lose my appetite... Wait, what's that?

Little Victor craned his neck and looked at the patient's robe. From his angle, he could see that a small stick appeared on the inside of the robe.

"Oh! Is that..."

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