Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"No! Kill me! Please kill me... I don't want to become a monster that only attacks others like them... Absolutely not..."

"boom!"

"Ah! You... uh, wait! I... can I move? Can I speak?"

The witch who had just been awakened and sat up on the bed hit Maca on the nose with her forehead, staggered back a few steps, and then sat down on the chair behind her.

Seeing him clutching his sore nose, looking helplessly at the overly excited survivor, he finally couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Yes, ma'am, you can move."

Hearing Maca's words with a strong nasal voice, the young witch who was in a state of shock suddenly turned her head, and a wave of apology suddenly appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry... sir, I'm sorry! It's me too—"

"No, no, it's okay," Maca waved his hand, and simply replied as he sat on the chair. Then he sighed with emotion, "Neville has done a good job of preparation. The chair is placed just right."

"What, what?"

Seeing that the other party was obviously confused and at a loss, Maca stroked the bridge of his nose again, and then squeezed out a smile and said:

"No, I was just talking to myself... well, ma'am, is it okay?"

"Um... very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me... Although I couldn't move just now, I was really awake... Oh, that... because I ran into you so flusteredly, Really Sorry."

When Maca heard her apologize again, busy also shook her head again.

"Madam, it's okay... I understand that when you are awake but completely unable to move, people are really easy to panic. Maybe you think that is a sign of'living corpse', but...well, Although it cannot be said to be wrong, at least in a short period of time, you will definitely not become like that."

"In a short time?"

The other party obviously heard the key points in Maca's words all at once-needless to say, anyone who knew that he might become a living corpse would inevitably have fear in his heart.

"Oh! Don't worry... Maybe when you were in the fog of London, you had already confirmed the status quo. But I still want to say something presumptuously-at least until you die, the situation you imagined will not be Happens. After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called "living corpse" is that it must be the body of the "dead"."

"That's why it's a'living corpse'...?"

After hearing this, the young witch sitting on the hospital bed in a panic, seemed to have finally settled for a while, and his mind turned again.

After she calmed down a bit, she frowned again, and said to Maca with a complex expression:

"Although I have said it just now, I still want to solemnly thank you once again-if it weren't for your help, I... To be honest, when I think of the feeling of being completely immobile just now, I really want to die and do it. Until...that is terrible!"

"Well," Maca nodded slowly at the other party as if comforting, and then confessed, "Madam...Although there is one more thing I don't want to say, but to prevent another panic in the future, I think you still It must be known in advance. That is—"

Having said that, Maca paused first, and then allowed the other party a little more time for psychological preparation.

Then, he continued:

"Madam, I think the state that you hate should still happen again."

"what!"

"Don't worry, listen to me --" Maca raised her hand, beckoning her not to be nervous, "What I want to tell you is, if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because it is only temporary. I will Arrange someone to take special care of you here. When that happens, they will promptly notify me to come over and wake you up again as just now."

"Ah...really? This, this case..."

The witch on the hospital bed was hesitating, suddenly staring at Maca's face for a moment as if she had discovered something.After a while, she whispered hesitantly:

"Excuse me... Are you... Mr. MacLean?"

"Well," Maca smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's me."

"Oh! It's really you?" When the other party saw Maca admits, her expression changed immediately, and she suddenly said excitedly, "Mr. McLean, if it's you, I can rest assured! Thank you! I understand. I will cooperate with the treatment!"

"is it?"

Facing this survivor whose mentality changed suddenly, Maca couldn't help being taken aback, then smiled and nodded:

"Anyway, it would be nice if you can settle down... By the way, do you remember the specific circumstances of the battle that seriously injured you? Especially the state of the living corpses and the feeling they gave you such as--"

Maca hadn't said all the questions he wanted to ask, and suddenly his expression was slightly stagnant.Then he tilted his head as if he had noticed something, and moved his gaze to a direction where there was no one.

"Mr. McLean, what's the matter?"

"Oh no, it's okay," he immediately shook his head when he heard the other person's question, but quickly thought about it again, "Well...Forget it, this matter is actually related to you, I still say Come on! Just now, your companions who were hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Auror rescue team of the Ministry of Magic is taking them out of London."

"Really? That... great!"

Although it is not clear why Maca suddenly knew about this, after knowing that he was Maca McLean, the lady obviously believed in his words.

Combining her state of pure panic just now, to be honest, Maca felt that the witch was somewhat too simple.

"In short--"

Considering that the other party has gone through such a thrill, and his mood has changed too many times just now, I am afraid that his mental state is much worse than it seems.

After thinking about it, Macalor first stood up and said:

"Madam, let's take a good rest for the time being! Don't worry about anything, just relax here and sleep for a while. I will come back to see you when I finish some things... Oh, and that person and you The Muggle lady who escaped together has also recovered, don't worry!"

He didn't tell the story about the companion who was next door. He just mentioned that and withdrew from the observation room.

After he closed the door and imposed a protective charm on the door, he leaned against the wall in the slightly dim underground corridor outside to organize his thoughts.

It didn't take long for him to look in the direction of London again, with a complex expression on his face that couldn't tell whether he was relieved or anxious.

"Tsk...Is it best to go there in person?"

At that moment, he felt that his contact with the patron saint of the silver eagle had almost ceased.

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