Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Is this my life? I graduated from Hogwarts with "excellent" grades in general subjects, joined the Law Enforcement Department of the British Ministry of Magic at the age of 19, and was hired as a professor by Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 30. At the age of ten, he was specially hired by Universe Broom Co., Ltd. as the leader of the new flying broom research and development group."

"I was in my fifties, resigned and entered the Muggle world, spent a lot of time dealing with members of the British royal family, and gained the Queen's trust as the chief bishop of England in his sixties..."

"The result is now, but it has fallen into this field."

"Looking back and thinking about it now, I seem to be busy in my whole life and I haven't had a moment of free time, but how many things have I succeeded in doing?"

In the cell of the little underground prison, Old Davidson leaned against the cold wall, his heart was full of depression.

To be honest, he has almost never had such a downfall in his life. Even if there are frustrations from time to time, he always firmly believes that he is a person who can achieve great things.But how can those who make big things give up their ideals and persistence because of some small stumbling?

But this time, when he saw the confrontation between Maca and Helbo, he finally realized the reality that he was just an "ordinary person".

Even if he does not want to admit it, he is indeed no longer young.

"Kant should have been in front of Helbo? If Helbo is willing to pay attention to him..." Davidson half-closed his eyes, pondering secretly in this dim dungeon, and finally shook his head slightly.

"No, let's forget it! Even if Kant's boy can successfully negotiate with Helbo, it is his chance. What does it have to do with me? From the moment that the prophet sees through it in advance, There is nothing wrong with me."

Thinking of this, Davidson couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the large white beard on his chin, and sighed deeply.

But at this moment, he heard a "clang" sound from outside-it was the movement of the magic elevator, and he had taken it when he was brought here.

Realizing that someone had finally come down, he hurriedly dragged the shackles on his feet, hurriedly got to the door of the cell, and grabbed the iron fence and looked out.

...

"See what I do? Lead the way—"

When Maca came out of the elevator, he saw the two wizards who were guarding outside looking at him, and then took a few steps back in fright.

Of course Ursula knew that it was herself who frightened the two prison guards, so she lowered her head subconsciously.

Obviously, although she had made up her mind to stop caring about her appearance, she was still very anxious when she really saw others frightened by her.

This problem has been plagued her for so many years, so how can you really not care if you don't care?

However, Maca apparently didn't have time to worry her about these things.Seeing that the two of them stared at Ursula in their arms as if they had seen a ghost, they couldn't help but shook their heads, and then they ignored them and walked quickly past the dumbfounded two.

"It seems that the guards in your organization may need to exercise more. With this psychological quality, major events will be broken at critical moments!"

Only then did the two prison guards finally reacted, and hurriedly drew out their wands and pointed them at the back of Maca, who had traveled a long distance.

"Stand, stop! This is--"

"Your prophet asked me to come over," Maca interrupted him without looking back. "Maybe you have heard my name. I'm Maca McLean."

Before he could finish his words, he had already passed through this short corridor, turned a corner and walked directly into the stone room at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered, he finally saw the old face of Davidson who was holding the fence and looking out.

After several days of jail, the old wizard, who was always very energetic, became embarrassed a lot.The gray messy hair strands were tangled together, and the wrinkled face was covered with dust and dirt. Although the robes and clothes on his body were not torn, they were equally dirty, and they were not as clean and tidy as they used to be.

"I haven't seen you for a while?" Maca stood still in front of the other's cell, with a calm face, "It seems that you seem to be upset again?"

"McLean..."

When Old Davidson first saw Ursula being held by Maca, his heart couldn't help but jump. After all, the terrifying appearance really tested people's psychological endurance.But fortunately, he has lived such an old age, and he is not as scared as the two guards just now, and his scalp numb and speechless.

What's more, there are still many things that are far more important than seeing Ursula's appearance.

"McLean," Old Davidson only took a short pause, then looked away from Ursula and looked at Maca's face again, "You...know it?"

"Know what?" Maca looked at the old man through the iron fence door and said indifferently, "Oh, you are referring to the'information' plan that you intend to betray everyone?"

"I--"

Old Davidson originally wanted to deny Maca's so-called "betrayal to everyone", but just opened his mouth and popped out a word, he swallowed all the words he tried to explain back into his stomach with a heavy expression.

To say "betrayal", although he is definitely not "everyone" who betrayed, but once the "bad idea" he came up with is really successful, it will definitely hurt many people.

"Yes, I betrayed you..."

"Me?" Seeing him say this, Maca suddenly shook his head, "I didn't think of you as a companion from the beginning. You should know this in your heart, so you are talking about me. It's not a'betrayal'."

As he was talking, Maca paused for a while, then curled his lips and said:

"Yes, it's against me at best!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the old Davidson could say anything, Maca waved his hand and put aside all the "betrayal" and "rights" for the time being.

"I don't have any extra time to talk to you. Let's just talk about the topic!" Maca said, "I have heard about your plan that was not implemented in time. Then, I hope you can answer me well. One question—Hailbo, have you sent someone there?"

"what?"

Asking a student to find Helbo on his behalf, the old Davidson did not even tell the prince, and even the prophet Ursula did not know.But he did not expect that Maca revealed his last little abacus almost as soon as he spoke.

"Is it weird?" Maca frowned slightly, "but the fact is that Haierbo sent his hands to find you! So I can guess this, naturally there is nothing strange, right? ?"

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