Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? The windbreaker wizard's hesitation repeatedly, Maca naturally saw it.

Although the other party's hesitation was stopped, he knew a little bit in his heart, but he didn't know if what would happen afterwards, or what would happen in detail.

So to be honest, before Maca descended to the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual composure, he couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.

However, no accidents actually happened.

"...Isn't this even weaker than the Dark Dead that Voldemort made out?"

In the dim corridor outside the dungeon, a torch flickered with a slightly faint light.And under the dim light, a figure seemed to have lost its will, wandering aimlessly in the corridor.

It can be seen that, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people are indeed unchanged in terms of appearance.

Does that look like... sleepwalking?

At least it looks alike.

Maca stood at one end of the corridor and glanced at the Muggles lying in front of him-just a few seconds ago, he had just appeared here, and it was alarmed by these people who were wandering around. Muggle.

Unexpectedly, although these guys have become quite astonishing in strength and barely improved in speed, they can only be regarded as a group of Muggles.

After Maca swiftly avoided all the surrounding guys one by one, just a few more powerful spells brought them all down easily.

"Well, I can't say that," he thought for a while, and then secretly said, "If they get close, it would be fatal to ordinary wizards... No, even those who are not proficient in close combat. Luo, I must be in crisis."

"Then...'Wisdom'?"

He still remembered that Hankins mentioned the wisdom of Muggles after these changes.But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, it is really not much.

Therefore, even though these alienated Muggles are not like the former black deathers-they do not have the black energy to withstand the curse. Once hit by the curse, they basically lose their fighting ability;

But to say that they are not dangerous to this world, I am afraid it is also improper.

Of course, in front of Maca, it's meaningless for these abnormal Muggles to come.

While swiftly knocking down these people one by one, Maca stepped forward again and again at a rhythmic pace, checking every cell along the way.

When he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor, he finally found the person he was looking for.

After knocking down another Muggle rushing towards him to the ground, Maca quickly stepped into the cell and leaned down to examine each one carefully.

It was more than a dozen people lying on the ground in all directions. These people were quietly leaning up or down, silently accompanied by the cold prison ground.

While in the meeting room above, Maca learned that Aurors and Batterers had been sent to check on the situation, and had not returned in time.

And now, he finally found these people.

The identities of these people can actually be distinguished from the costumes. Two Aurors and four strikers who specialize in fighting against black wizards, and the rest are the abnormal Muggles who were knocked down or even killed on the spot.

And these Aurors and the strikers had obviously lost their magic wands. Four of them even had their arms broken abruptly.

Although there is not much blood in the whole scene, people who see it will inevitably feel scalp tingling.

"I think I didn't expect that these abnormal Muggles will roam in such a wide range, right?" Maca looked at the cell at the deepest point and whispered to himself, "That's why I chose to show up here. As a result, But they were all caught off guard."

After that, he patrolled and cleaned the entire ten underground floors and confirmed that none of the Muggles that had been altered were still standing.

In fact, since he went down to the present, it has only been time for a cup of afternoon tea.

"Mr. McLean, what are you... have you already taken care of?"

Scrimgeour's questioning voice was undoubtedly still a little nervous-looking at his expression, maybe he was still worried about what new problems Maca had discovered.

But Maca didn't answer his urgent question first. Instead, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the windbreaker wizard who was still standing outside the door.

To be honest, the situation just seen below is really normal, even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will go to clean up the situation sooner or later.

For example, Neville estimates that it can be done today.

But in this way, what does the windbreaker’s hesitation represent?

After thinking about it, Maca still hadn't figured out why, so he could only remind himself that the matter might not be over yet.At the same time, he also turned around again and looked at the anxious Minister of Magic Scrimgeour.

"The level of the dungeon is okay. Go to open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "Except for the ones killed by the Aurors and strikers dispatched earlier, I will all No killer."

Speaking of this, Maca paused for a while before continuing:

"... But, I must not be locked here anymore. Help me move them to a cell, and I will take them elsewhere later."

Regardless of moral issues such as human nature, the follow-up inspection will definitely use those Muggles that have changed.In order not to happen again, further research is inevitable.

"Besides, get us something to eat! There is nothing but dry food in my stomach these days..." He said, turning his head once again, and said to the figure outside the door, "Just say what you want to eat, don't worry. , Mr. Scrimgeour treats today!"

...

This incident can be said to have just happened and ended.

Due to the timely disposal of Maca a few days ago, those Muggles failed to change in the Muggle world, which has completely killed the worst development in the cradle.

Now that I reflect on it a little bit, this is just the extent of the loss of six Aurors and hitters. Even Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, feels a bit grateful.

However, the fact that someone dies is someone dies. After all, this fact is regrettable.

Especially Maca, if only he could add some more protective measures in the cell.

Of course, let's not mention whether he was still tasting the weight of life in his heart while filling his stomach in a hurry in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic.Luna had just walked out of the principal's office at Hogwarts.

"Go to class! Don't tell other students about the things you just said... Oh, if it's Miss Granger, it's fine."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"

Seeing that the other party urged herself to return to the office to continue working, Luna turned and headed to the Ravenclaw Tower.

Not long after, she held a few textbooks and ran briskly to the ancient magic text classroom.

Although Maca has temporarily resigned, the course will continue.In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maca’s departure, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter specifically to re-employ Professor Babling, who had traveled overseas to explore the remains of ancient wizards.

"Tuk Tuk."

The students who were in the magic text class heard the knock on the door suddenly, and they all turned their heads and looked over.

"please come in."

Babling is a rather nagging middle-aged witch, in her class, almost every time she haunts her chattering words.

But after returning to serve as a professor of ancient magic text this time, her words were obviously much less than before.

In fact, many little wizards are actually speculating-whether she feels so much pressure because of Maca's achievements in magic literature, so that she has become more cautious when she teaches.

However, only a few professors, including Maca, knew that she was actually cursed in an ancient ruins in the Sahara Desert.

Although I have been treated, my tongue is still not straight from time to time!

"Professor Babling, um... I seem to be late?"

Professor McGonagall had just asked her at the door of the office, and of course she still remembered it now.After blinking and thinking for a while, she finally found a reason.

It's a pity that this reason is too mindless to say-after all, how can anyone be late for most of the class?

"Oh," Professor Babling at the podium pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and waved her hand helplessly, "Ravenclaw College deducts 2 points, remember the shameful class... Well, I mean, next class Don't be late again."

"I know."

Luna nodded slightly, then ran to the seat next to Hannah, put down the textbook and sat down.

Not far away, Hermione, who was also attending this class, stared at her with a rather caring look, until she passed by her table, and did not continue to look back.

However, her eyes didn't look at it, but Hermione still didn't let go.

Even if Professor Babling continued to talk about the content of ancient Runes, and the details were all based on those compiled by Maca and added her personal understanding.

For students who love ancient magic texts, these basic theories are not even worse than those taught by Maca.

However, Hermione was a little absent-minded.

She knew that Luna’s absence in the afternoon must be due to Maca’s disappearance, and the professors probably knew about it... But what did Luna do?

No, compared to what Luna did, she is more concerned about whether Maca has already returned?

Seeing Luna's brisk look when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but become more sure of her guess.

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