Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Time is passing by unconsciously.

Speaking of it, although it seemed that there were some unknown accidents on the streets of London before, there was no abnormality afterwards.

The mysterious wizard in the windbreaker disappeared silently without anyone knowing it, just like when he came.

And as this Christmas holiday gradually comes to an end, the impact of the London disaster, even in the hearts of wizards living in the British magical world, seems to be fading day by day.

Under Maca’s treatment, a large part of St. Mungo’s injuries have been discharged from the hospital.Even Kingsley went back to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday and went back to work.

Seeing the ward in the hospital slowly vacating many beds, Maca knew that his free "special therapist" was about to end up.

"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."

Towards the evening, Maca performed regular check-ups for the remaining patients as usual.After seeing the two of Harry skillfully packing the cart and preparing to go back downstairs, he finally announced that the "punishment" for the two was over.

But at the moment they wanted to cheer for it, Maca smiled slightly and said:

"There are still a few days left, I think it's probably enough for you to finish your homework-don't even think about finding a reason not to write! Especially Professor Bins's thesis on the history of magic, finish it!"

"Oh! Maca, are you a demon?" Ron said bitterly, "Can't make me happy for a while!"

"Okay," Maca patted him on the shoulder and kindly reminded him, "Let's go! I'll take you to the door... If you want to eat more tonight, go back now! Your mother doesn't know you today Go home, and if it’s too late for a while, dinner is nothing to eat."

"Ah! That should be faster—" Ron suddenly patted his thigh, "Harry, let's go faster!"

Putting the trolley back in the warehouse, Maca accompanied the two through the front glass to the outside street.

The weather has been pretty good in recent days, just like today, even the wind and rain in London is covered with the golden sunset.Harry and Ron, who had been busy in St. Mangori all day, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched the streets reflecting the splendor.

To be honest, although they are also taking care of patients these days, they have deeply experienced many life principles.But when the harvest is quite fruitful, it is inevitable to be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.

Now that they stepped out of the environment full of life and death, they couldn't help but relax when they were bathed in the sun again.

"If you have any insights, let's wait until the evening to think about it!"

Maca glanced at it, and she could see through the two people's minds.But just as he was about to urge the two to leave, a flap of wings suddenly rang from the top of his head, and then an owl fell on his shoulder.

"Cuckoo."

He took the envelope that the owl was holding in his hand.

"Who wrote you?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry about it," Maca pulled out the letter paper, unfolded it and glanced at it casually, and said as he looked at it, "It's Mondungus. He asked me to sit in the bar at night."

"Mondungus?" Ron said. "Isn't he in charge of intelligence? Did something happen again?"

It can be seen from the reactions of the two that everyone is now a little sensitive to small movements, including Hermione and others who went home first.

Maca shook his head and said:

"Even if something is really happening, it's just a small thing-maybe it's bigger than your dinner today, but it's also bigger than your unfinished homework!"

After blasting Harry and Ron away, he unfolded the letter and read it again before receiving it in his waist bag.

Yes, that letter was indeed just a bar invitation from Mondungus, and the information delivered in such an unhurried manner would naturally not be very important.

only……

Turning his head slightly, Macafu took another look at today's gorgeous sunset.Muggles were draped in gold to come and go on the street, and the traffic was staggered on the road-and now this normal street scene can be reproduced as before, and I have to say that he also has a credit.

Thinking about it this way, even the smallest anomaly is worth paying attention to, isn't it?

...

At night that night, Maca, who had finished her work, finally put down the feather pen in her hand.

Seeing him pick up the potion bottle on the table carefully, and more cautiously put it around his waist.What was in that bottle was the source of the disaster he extracted from Wei Li.

In fact, since Helbo left St. Mungo, he began researching this particular item.

Compared with other "guilts" similar to it, it is indeed very special-this is the first time Maca has known that the power of rules itself can be retained in the body in this form and passed on from generation to generation. .

So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help but want to figure out one thing, that is, whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard.

It's a pity that the rule rune in it was a bit eye-catching earlier, but he still had nothing to do with the red liquid substance like blood.

But if he can't place the power of rules in other places for a day, he can't start analyzing the mystery of that substance itself.

Of course, today's research has come to an end for the time being, and he will not think about it for the time being.

Doing research is never anxious.

After clearing the table a little bit, Maca left St. Mungo, and quickly went upstairs to the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade Village through the door key.

When he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth wiping the glass behind the bar.

As for Mondungus... It seemed that Maca was the first step.

"Hey, a bottle of butter beer."

"Ok?"

Aberforth's hand wiping the glass stopped for a moment.

"Why, are you free?"

"Almost!" Maca sat down in front of the bar and said while looking at the drinkers in the bar, "I came to see Dunge, I have this bottle on his account... Recently, St. Mungo can almost not I need me. Obviously, everyone is as good as you."

"Huh," Aberforth curled his lips, and the big white beard on his chest also shook slightly, "If you want me to see, there are many dead people... Here, butter beer! , Mondungus is forbidden to keep accounts here. If you want to drink now, you have to pay for it yourself."

"Then you can pick someone up and remember it! As long as it's anyone I know--" Maca sighed, "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter. I don't want to touch it again today. Money."

Hearing this, Aberforth couldn't help but glanced at him lightly.

"A story?"

Maca leaned against the bar, shrugged with a chuckle.

"There is a story," he nodded slightly, "but I'll save it for later..."

Accustomed to the character habits of the younger brother Dumbledore, he could hear the other's kindness.He knew that Aberforth wanted him to say it, and if one more person shared it, it would naturally be much better than putting it all in his own heart.

To be honest, Maca was very grateful to Aberforth for willing to listen, but he still felt that it was obviously not a story to be able to drink and talk in a bar.

At least, until things finally have a result.

"It's up to you if you say it or not," Aberforth seemed indifferent, but then said again, "Then this bottle of Butterbeer is credited to Severus."

After Maca heard it, he was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded at him.

"Thank you."

Snape had already been blacklisted by Aberforth because of eavesdropping on Trelawney's predictions in his early years, and was subsequently blacklisted forever.

Now Aberforth said that the butterbeer was on Snape's account, apparently just finding an excuse for his own treat.

Just as Maca, who happened to know this thing, felt warm, he and Aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the door.

"he came."

This sentence was said by Aberforth.

Of course Maca knew that the wizard who came in through the door was Mondungus. Even though the guy's disguise was always clever, it was impossible to hide his magical perception.

But what makes Maca often curious is where did Aberforth distinguish it?

Beckoning casually over there, he put this insignificant question aside first.

"A glass of Fire Whiskey."

Mondungus, who had dressed himself as an eccentric priest, took a seat not far from Maca. After ordering a glass of wine and placing the coin directly on the bar, he turned around.

"Oh, it's been a long time!" He whispered, "To say that the British magical world is really scary recently. Those of us who are at the bottom are hiding in the corner of the corner all day long. Only recently have we barely dared to show up-Saint Mungo How's it going over there?"

"Is it you or me who are running the information?" Maca said with a false eye, ignorantly.

With Mondungus’ eyesight, he knew that he was not in a good mood when he heard Maca’s tone, and he immediately laughed and said:

"Hey! Isn't it no way, Saint Mungo has you guarding now, our brother can't get in at all... That's what I said, don't care."

"Come on!" Maca shook his head and said, "I can't get in, but aren't all the patients coming out? If you want to be nice, just be more attentive-or be serious. Call me this time. Is there any new gossip?"

If the goods are accurate, they won't be put in the bar and talked directly face to face. It must be written in ciphertext and sent to Lupin.In the current situation, it was all information that this guy felt suspicious, but on the surface it was not a major event.

"Well, actually, this time it's about the Muggle side..."

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