Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Little Cathy saw the familiar figure in the waiting hall of St Mungo, she was really shocked.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave Saint Mungo and continue to search for Helbo because all the injuries and patients at the time were able to escape his treatment?

This was even only a few days ago, why is it back now?

And... it's a coincidence, but today!

"...Actually, I am a prophet."

The mysterious windbreaker wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery suddenly flashed in little Cathy's head again.And then, a certain feeling of her own future being seen through by the other party made Little Cathy goose bumps all over her body.

Obviously, sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing—the little Cathy now feels that if she could be as ignorant and ignorant as other peers.

"McLean first--"

She only hesitated for a while because of the inexplicable fear in her heart, and found that Maca had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that she only shouted for a while and stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, little Cathy felt a little grateful instead.Fortunately, she didn't have time to stop Mr. McLean. Otherwise, she was really worried that the other party would tell herself something she had already heard in a certain population.

Because if that were the case, she really didn't know how she should face it.

"Miss Pierce, what's the matter?"

Seeing little Cathy somehow, he stopped, and Boenser asked her with some confusion.And then, he followed Little Cathy's gaze again, but he didn't notice anything that could attract the little girl.

"That was..." Little Cathy heard the words and spoke subconsciously, but soon she shook her head and changed her words, "No, it's okay... I was just looking at the portrait."

"Oh, did you mean Lady Dalys Derwent?" Dean Boenser smiled. "Her smile makes people feel warm, doesn't it? She was the best St. Mungo ever had. One of the healers, who later became the principal of Hogwarts, was a great witch..."

While he was telling little Cathy about the Dewent lady's deeds, he led her to continue to the stairs, and after a while the two of them went upstairs.

And when little Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to reach the second floor, she couldn't help but glanced at the other side of the hall after all.

Why did Maca come today?Will you really ask yourself if you want to go to France?

These two problems have become a thorn in Little Cathy's heart, and the feeling of pain at the touch of it really makes her not pull it or not.

...

"Mr. McLean, this spare potion preparation room is still handed over to you-Mr. Smesyk said, and he will explain it for you when the dean returns in a while."

"Oh, thank you very much... If it weren't for that I just couldn't leave now, I would definitely thank him now."

Still in the potion preparation room at the back of the hall, Maca let the old lady float gently on the bed to lie down, and nodded at the trainee therapist Pai who was accompanying him.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed," he said.

Pye didn't dare to neglect in the face of this young wizard who was a few years younger than him.

Yes, even if he had seen Maca many times before, he still seemed quite restrained.Because he knew very well, let alone fighting Helbo, he was far inferior to the young Mr. McLean in the treatment he was best at.

Not long ago, with so many thorny patients whose souls were wounded, only Mr. McLean in the entire Saint Mungo was able to heal them!

"No, no, no thanks, this is what I should do--" Paiy repeatedly nodded, "Then...then you go ahead and I won't bother you!"

Seeing that the other party left the preparation room respectfully, although Maca was a little bit dumbfounded by this attitude, he didn't have the time to correct it as before.

This is not only because he knows that he can't correct it, but also because he has more important things to do now.

But seeing him turn around and waved to the hospital bed, the translucent soul rune flashed again, and the old Muggle lady's soul was once again pulled out of the body by him.

And you can see that in the midst of the half-empty and half-real soul, that strange gray-black mass is still trying to keep itself shrinking.

But because Maca had imposed constraints on it with the help of the soul rules long before he came here, now it can only repeatedly stalemate in continuous contraction and expansion, and cannot truly reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out for me!"

At the next moment, I saw that Maca actually pulled over the white sheets stacked on the side, took out the pen and ink, leaned down, and carefully sketched it on the spot.

Perhaps it was because he had structured the array a long time ago. This time he moved very fast. It only took more than ten minutes to draw lines and symbols that weren't complicated except for one sheet.

Soon, he covered the bed sheet directly on the old lady's body, and sent a steady flow of magical power through his hands.

Suddenly, accompanied by a burst of faint blue light floating from the sheets, the magic symbols slowly lifted the gray-black strange substance out of the old man's soul.

Since this formation can do this, it indirectly confirms a conjecture of Maca.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magical creatures that ravaged London at the time?" He stared at the thing silently, and thought to himself, "Or, this is actually the fact that Helbo predicted that the monsters would be eliminated. So I deliberately left another back hand."

In fact, since Maca proved the source of the strange substance with the rune pattern, this is not just a "conjecture" of him.

It can be said that this is undoubtedly the back hand set by Helbo, and it can't be wrong!

At that time, Maca was fighting fires everywhere in London, killing all the monsters.But that is not only the end of a disaster, but also the beginning of the next disaster.

After pondering a little, he then took out a potion bottle and placed it in the center of the rune pattern on the sheet.

And right after, he took out his staff again, and decisively pointed at the medicine bottle.

"Go in."

Before the words fell, the pattern on the sheet began to squirm suddenly.

I saw a large number of magic texts and lines wrapped in the mass of matter, and they poured into the bottle of the potion bottle, and soon they were completely trapped in the bottle.

The faint blue light disappeared due to the loss of Maca's magical support. Maca reached out and picked up the bottle and put it into the bag on his waist.

"Specific research is still waiting

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