Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Click... Click... Click..."

Before opening his eyes, Maca heard a regular, soft sound echoing in his ears, as if someone was carefully tapping the tabletop not far away.

Since he had just regained consciousness, his consciousness was still a bit hazy. After closing his eyes and listening in a daze, the memory before the coma flooded into his slightly dry mind like a flood of gates opened.

"Wow." "Well."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, then couldn't help frowning.Because he immediately felt that there was a sharp pain coming from his right arm. Compared to that, the other pains in the body seemed to be nothing at all.

"Hailbo...huh? Wait, this is the ward of the school hospital?"

Although the pain caused him to frown slightly, compared to his physical condition, the current environment is obviously something that needs to be confirmed in the first place.

As for what exactly is this place...

You can’t go wrong, after the scene in front of you gradually becomes clearer from blurry, the white bedding, the stone-carved beams and pillars with a sense of history, and the fence windows with black wooden bars staggered diagonally... This is indeed the Hogwarts school hospital.

For Maca, who had suffered a counterattack from Helbo and was knocked into the air, what happened during his coma is undoubtedly an urgent need to understand.

After all, even with Maca's mind, he couldn't imagine how he survived in the desperate situation at the time.

"Professor McGonagall?"

There is no one in the ward, but the soft noise in the corridor outside has been ringing since he woke up.So even if the magic power was slightly overdrawn, he still took effort to feel it.

And just after he spoke, the "click" outside finally stopped, and then a figure quickly walked in from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Maca, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet"

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall, who had obviously experienced a lot of vicissitudes during this period of time, Maca said that although her right arm had abnormal pain, she still stretched her eyebrows and smiled softly, "It's okay, I have a sense of measure... it's the professor. Did you treat me? Thank you!"

He looked down at his right arm, whose skin was as clean as a newborn child, but still soft and feeble. He glanced at his left arm, which was still [UU00ks] without any sensation, and then raised his head again. Come.

From his expression at the moment, it seems that there is no depressed mood in it.

"Professor, can you explain to me what happened when I didn't know it? Also, how long has it been since I was in a coma?"

Hearing this, McGonagall nodded immediately, and then sat down on the round stool beside Maca's bed.

"It didn't take long, it was only about half an hour... When I saw you were seriously injured by that Helbo, I really thought everything was going to end. To be honest, Maca, I think I have to tell you first Sorry! If it wasn't for me then"

"Professor McGonagall, these words need not be said... You just misestimated Haierbo's strength, nothing more. In fact, at that time, I also didn't accurately estimate the difference between my strength and his current strength. It led to a stupid fiasco."

After a little bit of self-deprecation, Maca, who couldn't move his arms, had to curl his head and said:

"Professor, just tell me what happened after I was in a coma! What happened?"

"Well," McGonagall sorted out his thoughts for a while, then recalled, "The turning point at the time began with the appearance of a bird that claimed to be the'Eagle Lord'..."

This is the first sentence,

...

The fact that Maca and McGonagall were once in a dangerous situation at Hogwarts, apart from Helbo, is obviously unknown.Of course, whether or not Haierbo can be regarded as a "person" now, let's not worry about it.

And when Maca had just emerged from the almost mortal desperate situation, the team of wizards who resisted the army of living corpses gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely swallowed the group of living corpses. In this case, the unfavorable factors for our side have obviously increased. In fact, although the previous conservative combat orders have been completely conveyed, But the casualty rate did not drop but increased...We need a countermeasure!"

"Ok, I know."

At the back of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved with the retreat of the suppression team.But even if Maca made a decisive decision to ensure the room to retreat, if this continues, they will almost retreat.

After all, the migration of Muggle towns on the route also takes time.

"call"

Kingsley thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Immediately send someone back to Spiral Town to see if Sirius has asked the alchemist for any clues...By the way, we will also convey the current dilemma to Lupin. It would be better if Maca was there too... go quickly!"

"understood."

The newly transferred assistant was ordered to leave immediately, and the Apparition disappeared from the same place.

Kingsley looked at where the opponent left, but his complexion got worse and worse.Because as far as the bad news he knew, it wasn't just that "the fog completely enveloped the group of living corpses".

Since the two Aurors who had voluntarily gone to investigate after discovering the fog at first, they have not even returned yet, this naturally made Kingsley have a worse guess.

For example... Maybe from the beginning, there were still a group of enemies in the mist that he didn't know.And at this moment, those enemies who are bound to have good combat power have probably already joined the original group of living corpses in the mist, right?

Now, not only has the enemy's situation become unknown because of the fog, but the fallen corpses will also be revived again and again due to the mysterious effect of the fog.

Coupled with another group of enemies that are extremely likely to exist, the chance of failure in this gambling-like clean-up operation has become increasingly high.

"If it really doesn't work..."

As the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, some persistence in Kingsley's heart suddenly loosened slightly.But soon, I saw him shaking his head vigorously, frowning and muttering:

"No, even if the situation of the suppression team will become more and more dangerous, it cannot be a reason to abandon those innocent Muggle civilians."

That's the way to say, but even if they all spare their lives to hold on to the last person, the outcome after the defeat of the army of resisting corpses will not be much different from returning to the spiral town now.

The Muggle world will definitely suffer a great loss, and then it will eventually evolve into the most uncontrollable state where Muggle military power and magic war are mixed.

And when it comes to what the whole battle will be like at that time, I am afraid that even Haierbo, who is the initiator, can't predict.