Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Oh, I think I should go now, everyone, please continue to eat! I will...not disturb."

Boenser glanced at the hospital bed again, and then turned away hurriedly. Ron, who was standing at the door, saw that his expression seemed a little confused and hesitant when he went out.

"The Dean?"

"Ah! McLean... Sir?"

In the corridor outside, Boenser suddenly ran into Maca coming back from Diagon Alley.It can be found that although he was still smiling when he saw Maca, his smile was more stiff.

"It happens to be lunch time! Mr. McLean, we are serving sausages and mashed potatoes. I don't know if you saw it when you came up..." Boenser was still thinking about the doubt just now, almost subconsciously. "Seriously, the taste is not bad, I will let someone give you one."

"No, no, I'm not hungry."

Maca stared at the strange look on Boenser's face for one more time, then nodded slightly at the other party, and then passed by.

Since Boenser had just come out, the door of the ward had not been closed yet, which saved him the effort of opening the door.

To be honest, if the door is now closed, he will definitely have to prepare mentally outside the door.After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale little face right now.

"Maca, you are back!"

As soon as he saw Maca appear at the door, Ron, who was closest to this side, greeted him immediately.

"How is it? What's going on outside... have you met Harry and Neville?"

"Well, they are at the Broken Cauldron Bar right now, guarding the entrance."

While Maca was talking, he walked in, and his eyes moved involuntarily to the direction of the hospital bed-the more he dared not look, the more he couldn't help it, so he even stepped in here All are somewhat difficult.

Forcibly moving his gaze away from Luna's face, he glanced around the room a bit, passing everyone's faces one by one.Suddenly, everyone was a little confused by him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

But after a short while, Maca's sight finally fell on Pansy who was sitting in a corner.

Obviously, although she was completely on Maca's side now, Hermione and the others gradually recognized her as a new companion of Slytherin College.But after all, she was not very friendly to Hermione, Ron and others before, and she seemed a little out of place in this Gryffindor ward these past two days.

"Miss Parkinson... well, eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to accompany me and take me to a place."

"Uh... me?" Pansy nodded blankly, "Of course, no problem. But...Where do I need to take you?"

"I'll talk about it later!" Maca waved his hand, "You eat first."

Having said that, Maca seemed to have remembered something, and glanced back a little into the corridor outside the door.

"Mr. Boenser came just now, did you say anything?"

"Well, I didn't say anything special!" Ron said, "I just took a look and said hello... Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he should be here to confirm if we have a good meal. ."

"What do you mean!" Hermione at the bedside heard the words and immediately interrupted, "Maca, this is actually the way--"

So, Hermione told Maca about the food ration plan that St. Mungo had implemented from this meal and the "preferential treatment" they received.While listening, Maca nodded slightly, and finally thought about it:

"Well, there is nothing wrong with your consideration, so let's do it!"

Hermione might have hoped that Maca could say a few more words on this issue, but Maca simply agreed, and then closed his mouth and said nothing.

The other friends may not feel anything, but Hermione sensed Maca's mood at this time from such tiny signs-perhaps it was still because Luna, Maca seemed quite uncomfortable in this ward.

Probably because Maca was waiting silently at the door, Pansy ate this lunch very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to stuff the mashed potatoes and sausages in the lunch box.

"That... I'll eat it."

"Oh... Take a sip! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."

Although Maca said "Don't worry", he turned and walked out first.When Pansy saw this, he couldn't take care of it anymore, and hurriedly ran after him.

Everyone who stayed in the ward watched the two of them leave one after another, subconsciously following the back of the two of them leaving, and looked out the door with a little doubt.

Seeing Ron, who was standing at the door, seemed to want to go out and have a look, Hermione immediately stopped him.

"Don't go."

"Huh?" Ron heard the words, and immediately paused, "What's the matter?"

"Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head. "Don't delay Maca's time."

...

"Miss Parkinson, should your parents be at home now? Take me to your house. I want to ask them something."

As Hermione thought, Maca's time is not enough right now, and he needs to find a working time converter as soon as possible.

As the former pure-blooded family of the Parkinson family, in the middle of the eighteenth century, another ancestor with an unhealthy mind held the post of Minister of Magic.Although the minister named "Perseus" had only served one term and was never re-elected, it was more than enough for some private matters like one term.

So Maca was thinking that it might be a good idea to start with their home.

"Oh, my father and brother may still be in the Ministry of Magic now...but my mother should be at home."

"Well, as long as someone is there!"

While speaking, Maca led Pansy downstairs, and quickly left St Mungo in the sight of the many asylum seekers and Akinbad and other support teams.

"McLean...Professor."

"Huh?" Maca said casually while taking out a broomstick and handing it to her, "What's the matter?"

"It's... my mother has a bad temper, and her attitude may make you angry," Pansy whispered. "Look, why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic to find my father first? He should be able to speak better."

"No, I don't think it's necessary," Maca shook his head when he heard it, "I'm in a hurry."

"okay then!"

Pansy felt a little unsure in her heart. To be honest, she was already imagining the scene of Maca arguing with her mother.

You know, my mother is actually a typical pure-bloodist, and is far from the tolerance and long-term vision of my father.

But these words, Pansy really doesn't know how to tell Maca-that is her mother after all!

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