Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Why not do it yet?What is he waiting for?

Seeing Maca quietly appeared behind the other party, but just standing there, without any further action for a long time, Old Witt was very puzzled.

But he didn't know that Maca was still troubled by that inexplicable strange feeling. Although his eyes were fixed on the subordinate of Helbo in front of him, his mind was put elsewhere.

"Yes, there must be something wrong... What is it that I have overlooked?"

Maca stood behind the sofa, and stayed silently for a moment.It wasn't until the old Patriarch sitting behind the desk waited so nervously that he seemed to regain his senses, and he stretched out his hand and patted the back of his head.

Immediately, Old Werther saw the nasty dark wizard shook his whole body suddenly, and then he collapsed on the sofa as if he had lost his strength.

Maca didn't care much about it.

Seeing him in the slightly stunned gaze of the old Patriarch, he walked around to the sofa and pulled the dark wizard to the floor, and then sat down instead.

"he--"

"Oh, Mr. Witt, please don't talk first."

Old Witt was just about to speak when he heard Maca interrupt him.

"I have something to think about, so please be quiet for a while...well, by the way, if your Wit family has a time converter, please help me find it out."

Having said that, Maca sat on the sofa, folded his arms and folded his arms, and fell into thinking again.

"Time... Converter?"

Perhaps most modern wizards are not very clear about the principle of the thing, but the old Werther knows the substance that is naturally attached to the rules of time-the sand of time.

But it is precisely because of this that he understands more than most other wizards, the terrifying of touching the time rule.

"No, our Werther family doesn't have that kind of thing!"

"Really?" Maca said absently, "That's really bad news..."

Seeing Maca responding casually, he no longer meant to speak, and Old Werther could only calm down and wait.

But who knows that after ten seconds, the dark wizard who was pushed to the floor by Maca flicked slightly.Immediately the old Patriarch saw that there was an extra magic wand in his hand, and he faintly pointed to Maca on the sofa.

When he saw it, he was thinking of reminding him, but he didn't expect that Maca, who was still immersed in his thoughts, could easily spot the little movement of the person on the floor.

"Well?"

While slightly surprised, both the old Witt and the black wizard lying on the ground only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and then the magic wand had reached Maca's hand.

"Has the soul been transformed by Helbo? Well, no wonder... If there is no way to defend against the attacks of the soul magic, then it will not be sent here."

Maca whispered softly, while backhanding the seized wand with a backhand, a bit of icy cold instantly enveloped the one on the floor.

Accompanied by a "click" freezing sound, this time, the other party apparently couldn't move at all.

At this moment, Old Werther seemed to no longer want to wait like this anymore, and suddenly he said:

"McLean, are you planning to use the time converter to stop Helbo in advance? No, you can't do it-the rules of time are never something humans can touch!"

"As far as some ancient documents in my Werther family record, the order of time cannot be reversed, and there is no possibility that what has happened will be changed. Those wizards who try to disrupt the rules of time often end up missing, and no one knows what they are. What happened in the long river of history..."

"Well, I know...huh?"

Maca, who was responding casually, suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and gave a soft hey.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, those wizards who disturb time, end--"

"No, it's not this sentence," Maca interrupted immediately. "One more sentence."

Old Witt didn’t know what Maca was thinking, but since the other party asked, he could only recall:

"You are asking...'The order of time cannot be reversed, and what has already happened cannot be changed'?"

But Maca just nodded to himself, and said to himself suddenly:

"The order of time cannot be reversed... That's right, I didn't remember the order!"

As he was talking, Maca suddenly stood up from the sofa, waved his hand at the old Witt and walked to the door.As he walked, he thanked:

"Thanks to the old gentleman's reminder...Well, I have to go first. The guy on the ground is not dead yet, so you don't have to worry about what Haierbo will notice-if you don't want to cause trouble, just keep it as it is. "

"You wait for me!" Old Witt called to him quickly, "There is also the demon summoning technique! If this ritual is completed by that guy, the entire magical world can be—"

When Maca heard the words, he only pampered a little at the door, without turning his head back:

"Needless to say, I have already learned about those things."

Before the words were over, the door of the study was silently closed, completely covering Maca's back.Old Witt looked at the direction of the door, his still half-opened mouth moved again, but finally he closed it helplessly.

Does he already know the horror of Summoning Devil?

really?

...

Not to mention the Demon Summoning Technique, at least Maca now finally understands what the lingering strange feeling in his heart is.

That's right, he realized that he seemed to have remembered the order of certain two things in the wrong order, so that he had overlooked an inconspicuous possibility.

I remember that at Knott’s house earlier, Maca discovered that the time converter that the other party took out was a fake. It was a product of Transfiguration he used to exchange for the real thing.

However, the time when Knott and McNeill were taken by Voldemort to ambush him by the Department of Mysteries was long before he returned to the Time Hall to take the time converter.

At that time, there was no fake time converter made by him in the cabinet of the time hall!

Thinking about it this way, the problem obviously became clear-perhaps as Knott's first reaction at the time, Walton McNeill, indeed lied to him.

But perhaps, McNeill actually didn't know that this time converter was a fake.

But no matter what the possibility is, Walton McNeill, a clerk of the Ministry of Magic and a former Death Eater, stole two time converters one after another. I'm afraid this is not gone.

Not long after, Maca hurriedly left the Witt’s mansion and soon returned to the alley in front of Nott’s house.

"Tuk Tuk."

After reaching out and knocking on the door, he waited in front of the door for a while, and then heard a familiar sound of footsteps from the door in front of him.

It was Knot's daughter Joey who came to open the door for him.

When the little girl saw Maca appearing outside her door again, she was somewhat confused and stunned.

"First, sir?"

"Your father is still at home? I have something wrong, and I have to find him again."

"Ah...hmm."

Probably because of seeing his father's respectful attitude towards Maca, Joey didn't dare to give Maca to the pass this time. Hearing this, he immediately opened the door and stepped aside.

Seeing Joey's silence with her head down, Maca patted her head smoothly before walking straight into the house.

"Mr. Nott, come down for a moment! I have something to ask for your help—"

Naturally, Mrs. Parkinson had already gone back, and there was no one in the living room right now.Maca stood still in the middle, raised his head and called upstairs.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a trot upstairs, and Knott hurriedly ran down the stairs from the bedroom above.

"Mr. McLean? Why are you..."

He just said the beginning, and felt that it was a bit wrong to say so, for fear that a careless word might annoy Maca.So even though he complained in his heart, a little smile quickly appeared on his face, and he turned to a little embarrassed:

"Well, I mean—Mr. McLean, is there anything else I need to do?"

"Of course it's about the time converter," Maca said immediately, "I remember Miss Parkinson told me earlier that when Voldemort led people to ambush me at the Ministry of Magic, you and McNeill were in it..."

"No, no, there is no such thing!" Knott quickly denied, "I don't know if McNeill is or not, but I definitely don't...really!"

Seeing that he tried to deny it, Maca just waved his hand and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I don't mean to pursue it-I just want to confirm that McNeill's time converter was actually stolen at that time?"

"Oh, this..." Nott nodded hesitantly, "Yes, it was indeed at that time."

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Maca repeated again.

This time, Nott obviously hesitated for a longer time, but under Maca's gaze he nodded again.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

After Maca heard this, he nodded slightly:

"That's good... In that case, you take me to McNeill's house! If you can find something this time, you don't need to enter Azkaban again."

Maca’s promise is of great significance to Knott.The thought that he might no longer need to stay at home like this in the future, he couldn't help but get excited.

However, Maca only promised not to enter Azkaban again, right?

Looking at Nott whose smile on his face became more intense, Maca immediately pointed in the direction of the door and urged:

"Let's go now! Lead the way... I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Knott hurried forward, eagerly saying as he ran, "Don't worry! Mr. McLean, you will be there soon..."

Maca shook his head, and even followed.