Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the magic world in the past, there was an argument that now seems very extreme, saying that Muggles will be hostile to all wizards who can use magic.

Yes, it was a very chaotic period for Muggles and wizards. Starting from the Vatican’s conspiracy and attempting to further establish faith through the hands of wizards, the witch-hunting movement began vigorously in European countries Turn on.

It was a disaster, a large-scale disaster far beyond what Helbo could currently do and comparable to ancient magical wars.

In that disaster, not only the wizards who were persecuted by Muggles at the time, but also the large number of Muggle people who were bewildered and misled by the Holy See at the time.

I remember that in the world-famous witch trial in Salem, Massachusetts, the people who were sentenced to hanging were more than just wizards, and part of the so-called "heresy" who opposed the Holy See at the time.

However, the Muggles are misled by the Holy See propaganda, and the wizards have many pure-blood families disturbing their sight.When a part of the ignorant Muggles followed the guidance of the Holy See and started a prey movement, the pure-blood family also began group speeches almost at the same time, denouncing all Muggles as ignorant villains.

And those pure-blood families are just like the Muggles in the Holy See, just for their own benefit-they want to completely step on the "inferior" Muggles.

But in fact?

Wizards are divided into good and bad, good and evil, Muggles... naturally the same.And Muggles, who are friendly to wizards, exist in every period in history.

After all, apart from magic, there is no difference in appearance between a wizard and a Muggle.

"...Mr. Wizard, I know, you must be a wizard! Because no ordinary person dares to walk in the street so leisurely at this time. So, I really just want to find someone who can send my granddaughter out of this ghost place. Good guy... and at first, I thought you were..."

On the sofa opposite the coffee table, the old Muggle man, who seemed very straightforward just now, has now become extra cautious.Although he was explaining, he seemed to be so absent-minded until he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

"Oh, no!" He said as he said, he was taken aback, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean you don't look like a good person now, I didn't mean that—"

"Old gentleman, you don't need to be nervous, let alone apologize..." Maca still waved his hand calmly, "because I just thought you might be unkind to me-as you said, I still have It’s really not something ordinary people would do to walk alone in the street; but correspondingly, it’s obviously a weird thing that you invite a "suspicious person" like me to come to your home at this time. Isn't it?"

"Ah...Yes, you are right." The old man nodded when he heard it, "So, Mr. Wizard...You are a'good' wizard, right?"

After Maca heard it, before he could answer, the old man said again:

"Actually, I just mentioned that I have seen a lot of strange people in the past few days, and this is indeed the case. I have seen demons that kill people, and I have seen those demons fighting and saving like I’m usually a weak London resident. They have terrible and weird abilities, but they’re doing the opposite."

"So," he suddenly paused when he said that, "I actually just want to find a'good wizard' who is willing to help us... Actually there is not much to eat at home, these pancakes on the table are the last ...Oh, poor little Shirley is sick again...If this continues, she will, she will die..."

The old man's voice trembled more and more, and at the end he couldn't help but choked up.While Maca listened to his words, Maca looked down at the pancake basket on the coffee table, but his thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

There is no doubt that this old Muggle man is like a microcosm of the vast majority of London residents-in this inexplicable disaster, the most innocent and at the same time the most helpless, it is precisely their ordinary hemp. Melon people.

And Maca believes that while the Muggles in the entire city are forced to hide at home, they are also secretly looking at everything outside the window.

Just ask, what do they think when they see a group of guys with weird abilities kill passers-by?

"Speaking of... sir," Maca was thinking about it, when a question suddenly came to mind, "How did you know the Wizard? Did you guess it?"

The term "wizard" is actually not unfamiliar to Muggles, although nowadays wizards have already settled on land and no longer appear in Muggles' sight as they did in the past.In the final analysis, wizards and magic have existed in this world for thousands of years, and it is not that wizards can erase them all if they want to.

It’s just that it’s a bit difficult to think of wizards just by looking at the battle on the street from the window.

"I heard a wizard said by himself... He saved a child downstairs... Oh, that was a kind "good wizard"! It's a pity that there were terrible bad guys out there at that time. They left without daring to speak."

"Um...really?"

The old man was actually talking about Harry, but Maca didn't know it. He only thought that it might be the Auror who was dispatched by Lupin for search and rescue or the Alliance Support Wizard.

Of course, it doesn't really matter who the old man sees.What's more important is that the wizards who also rescued Muggles seem to be giving good impressions to the London residents who don't know the truth.

That's right, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, as long as no one deliberately misleads Muggle's cognition like the previous witch hunt period, they can naturally rely on their own judgment to distinguish between good and bad.Even if there are wizards at the same time, there are "good wizards" and "bad wizards"-they can actually be clearly distinguished.

"Fortunately, that guy Helbo is not interested in wooing Muggles..."

When Maca muttered, although the old man did not hear clearly, he was still a little confused and a little uneasy:

"Mr. Wizard...what did you just say?"

"Oh, no, I'm just talking to myself," Maca shook his head when he heard the words, "Old gentleman, you said your...well, is it a granddaughter? Is she sick?"

"Yes, Little Shirley, she is my granddaughter-she has been in poor health. She has been frightened again these days and has been feverish for two days."

After hearing this, Maca immediately stretched out his hand to the side of the door that was always closed, and motioned:

"Let me go and see for her! I might be able to heal her... Well, just treat it as a thank you gift for that slice of pancake and a glass of water!"