Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Mr. Boenser, please take care of the previous thing, and then...what Cathy said just now, please keep a secret for the time being."

Before he could say anything, Maca put on the shoulders of little Cathy who was still stunned, and left the dean's office with her.

"...Mr. McLean?"

In the corridor outside, little Cathy followed Maca step by step, the blankness on her face has not completely subsided up to now.

"Well, what's the matter?" Maca said as he walked, "You want to ask, what should I do next?"

"Yes!" Little Cathy immediately grabbed Maca's sleeves, and said anxiously, "That person really said things that will happen only in the future, and... he said that if I stay, I will 'Death meaninglessly'... Is that really a prophet?"

Little Cathy will be confused, which is inevitable.After all, in this era, fewer and fewer wizards have awakened the blood of the Prophet, and most wizards have never seen a prophet in their entire lives.

Even the Hogwarts divination professor, Sybil Trelawney, who has made correct predictions several times, can only be regarded as a half-hearted prophet in terms of degree.

After all, the true prophet would not be like her, only to make some decent predictions after being drunk.

Only when facing little Cathy’s question, Maca said instead:

"I think that's a prophet... you know, prophets don't just exist in legends, they are real. And in this world, there are many people who can make predictions!"

Seeing that Maca was sure, Little Cathy couldn't help feeling a little bit more in her heart.

"that……"

She took Maca's sleeve and walked by him, tilted her head up, and looked straight at his face.

Feeling the sight of the little girl, Maca lowered her head and gave her a relieved smile.

"Just do what the prophet said! Anyway, I originally planned to let you go to France..." He was talking, and then suddenly thought about it, "Oh, if there is no such thing, you Are you going to stay here?"

"……Yes."

Seeing Maca's question, the little Cathy who was following her stopped abruptly.

"I want to go to Hogwarts, study magic hard, and then use my abilities to help everyone like you, Mr. McLean... But that person seems to have a clear idea of ​​what I have never told anyone. "

Having said that, she couldn't help saying:

"McLean, isn't it... even my idea is wrong?"

"Well?"

Maca, who felt the sleeves tighten and stopped at the same time, shrugged relaxedly when seeing this.

"Did the prophet say that you want to give up your efforts?" He smiled, "It's just that it's better not to go to school at Hogwarts. France has Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and that school’s background is no better than Hogwarts. Gawaz is bad. Besides, as long as you work hard enough and a little bit of good luck, you can become an outstanding wizard anywhere!"

...

Little Cathy finally failed to be a volunteer in St Mungo, but was also taken to Black House by Maca.

After the latter sent her over, he immediately left there, and hurried to the British Ministry of Magic with the potion bottle sealed with the strange substance.

But on the way, he has been thinking about what little Cathy said.

To be honest, Maca's heart was not as calm as he showed in front of Cathy.Especially the so-called "prophet" he said so literally, he himself was the first to not believe.

Because he was very clear, the prophecy really came from the prophet, but it has never been so clear!

Not long after, Maca who appeared suddenly in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic suddenly shook his head and chuckled softly:

"No matter who that guy is... in short, the world is getting harder and harder!"

"Who said no?"

As soon as Maca muttered so softly, someone not far behind him took the conversation and followed his words.

"But, what should be done has to be done," the other party immediately continued, "Maca, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and temporarily set up-I told them to clean up the cell as much as possible. Be more comfortable."

"No matter how comfortable it is, that's it! We can be regarded as saving the lives of those Muggles...Of course, as well as their families. The matter is urgent, so don't worry so much for now."

After talking casually, Maca beckoned without looking back, and continued:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see first and talk about other things."

There are still as many people in the Ministry of Magic as before, even if it is approaching noon, the flow of people coming and going is still very dense.

Squeezed into the elevator with Kingsley. As the elevator moved and stopped, they waited until all those who were going to go upstairs were gone before they could descend to the level of the Department of Mystery Affairs.

The dungeon, however, cannot be reached directly by the elevator—they have to walk for a while in person.

"It seems that you have indeed fully recovered?"

Walking briskly in the corridor, Maca didn't forget to check the other party's physical condition carefully.

In fact, because of the newly-emerging substance that can be lurking in the Muggle's soul, Maca felt it even more necessary to check again for someone like Kingsley whose soul was burned by that black flame.

"Yes," Kingsley patted his sturdy chest and said, "completely recovered - no, I even think it's easier to cast the spell now!"

"Oh, this should be normal," Maca nodded. "Because of the trauma, your soul has become stronger."

Just like the Imperius Curse and the Heart Drilling Curse in the Three Unforgivable Curses, both curses will reduce their effectiveness as the number of times they are cast on the same object.

Thinking that Kingsley was so painful that he was burned by the black flame at the beginning, this was the sharpening of his spiritual will.Since he just lasted a long time at that time, he would naturally gain something.

While chatting, the two of them walked through the empty corridor, and quickly down the stairs to the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic.

As he passed through the seventh courtroom, Maca sighed nostalgicly—if the old man Dumbledore was still there, he might have been a lot easier now.

"Squeaky-"

With a slightly harsh opening of the door, Maca followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the corridor.

In recent years, due to frequent disasters, many incidents have been involved, but it has made the potential dark wizards who have been making troubles in the past more and more peaceful.

Obviously, those guys are also saving their lives, don't they?

Therefore, these prisons, which were only used to detain ordinary criminals, are now almost all empty.

"Well... the efficiency is quite high, has it been sent in more than ten?"

Maca looked at the iron frame bed in this large cell, and at a glance, he saw a dozen people lying on their own, with even breathing sounds one after another.

He first walked forward and checked the condition of their souls one by one, before sinking into thinking.

Judging from the souls of these Muggles, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in the latent state.If he conducts targeted induction, he can still perceive a slight difference with ordinary human souls.

But even so, Maca, who has mastered the rules of the soul, must be checked carefully to feel abnormal, which is enough to prove that Haierbo's methods are indeed extraordinary.

After pondering for a while, Maca nodded slightly:

"It's true that these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be separated from ordinary Muggles... By the way, I have already gone to St. Mungo to find Mr. Boenser before coming here. He Several therapists should be dispatched soon. By then, the regular Muggle care will be given to them. Remember to do a good job of protection."

"No problem." Kingsley nodded immediately.

After two such instructions, Maca walked out of the cell with him again, and continued to wonder how to use these clues from Muggles.

He has a hunch.

Although this clue seems to have a bit of no beginning and end at present, if it finds the right direction, it should be able to bring out a very critical piece of information.

Before long, Maca and Kingsley got on the elevator again.When the latter found that Maca was about to go out on the atrium level, Kingsley was taken aback and then quickly followed out.

"Maca, are you leaving now?" He reached out his hand and pointed up, "Don't go to see Scrimgeour?"

However, Maca, who was walking in front, turned his head back when he heard the sound, but gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don't mind. It's a pity that your minister may not want to see me now." He said, "So, even if you want to talk to him, you have to wait for specific gains. Moreover!"

"Then you just let him sit idle like this?" Kingsley whispered jokingly, "If we get something by then, he will be able to sit and share the credit again!"

"Let him divide it!"

Maca waved his hand indifferently, and didn't say much, and went straight to the hall.

To be honest, he really didn't care about Scrimgeour enjoying the harvest, because the guy could actually eat quite limited.What's more, these kinds of benefits are not easy to pick up now. Scrimgeour can stand on his side with gritted teeth, and he needs to withstand considerable pressure.

If the Cornelius Fudge was replaced, the entire Ministry of Magic would have been messed up.

"So, Scrimgeour is nothing. The problem now is the International Wizarding Federation. That's a lot of power. In order to contain them, Haierbo probably moved a lot of hands and feet, right?"

In the hall, Maca thought about it for a while, then turned around and walked into a public fireplace and disappeared-you can see that his magic flame reaction when using Floo powder is still so scary!

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