Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Albus Dumbledore, we are the smartest student ever at Hogwarts—everyone thought so at the time, whether it was a classmate or a professor. Did you know? At that time, we all called him'Huo Dumbledore of Gewarts', because he alone can represent the entire school, which is impossible for even the professor or even the principal..."

Hearing the old voice coming from behind, Maca did not look back, but still looked at the ice coffin that he had built by his own hands not far away...or more accurately, at the ice coffin inside. Dumbledore's body is still clearly visible.

Maca knew that the old man who followed him was also looking at it now.

When the other party's voice settled slightly, Maca said:

"'Dumbledore at Hogwarts'... the name is indeed very appropriate. Leaving aside some personal matters, this school is what the professor is most concerned about."

"however."

But when Maca finished speaking, Old Aslan suddenly said:

"In the end, he still gave you the thing he couldn't give up."

However, Maca did not continue this topic, and he suddenly changed his words:

"Sir, you and Professor Dumbledore were classmates?"

"Huh? Yeah!" Old Aslan nodded, "I'm two terms lower than Albus-I just enrolled when he was promoted to third grade and started taking elective courses."

"Really?" Maca couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the words. "When the professor was young, he should have been a very handsome and handsome guy? He is tall, white, and in good shape. Plus Excellent grades...'being funny' is definitely the Prince Charming in the hearts of many female students."

"Oh, of course-Albus is very popular among male and female students."

With Maca's mention, Old Aslan couldn't help but fall into the memories of that year.But soon he woke up from it, because he found that this topic seemed to be being biased by Maca.

After a short pause, he said again:

"Child, if you want to learn about Albus's deeds when he was young, you can follow me to the place where I lived over the years-I wrote some diaries back then. If you are interested, I can pick a few for you. Come out and read it."

"But now..." He said, and suddenly turned his head to look at Maca. "Child, can you tell me about this disaster, do you have any plans next?"

After that, Maca did not speak.

Perhaps seeing that Maca did not immediately respond after hearing this, the old man paused slightly and then continued:

"My child, you are a student who has been personally recognized by Albus, and judging from the facts now, his choice is obviously correct-you can almost say that it was done by one person during this period of time. Contending with Na Helbo, he protected his friends, classmates, teachers and students throughout the school, and even many ordinary wizards and Muggles..."

"It's just," he frowned when he said this. "A lot of people can actually see it right now-even you, you still have some strength, right?"

What Old Aslan said were indeed true. It can be said that he was very accurate in seeing the situation.

Now that Maca has gone deep into the mist again, he landed in Winchester and bit the "throat" of Helbo in London, and Hermione and the others also took the opportunity to counterattack during this time on the British land. Barely be regarded as a firm foothold.

However, it is still Helbo who currently dominates the situation-this obviously has not changed.

However, in the face of old Aslan's "blunt words", Maca did not make any special reaction.Seeing him still staring at Dumbledore’s ice coffin, he pondered for a moment, then said:

"Old gentleman, there is one thing you said wrong. Of course, Professor Dumbledore's wisdom is beyond doubt, but...what should I say? All this is not his choice."

"What do you mean?" Old Aslan was taken aback.

"Didn't you just say that Professor Dumbledore chose me? But in fact, he just gave me the matter of dealing with Voldemort, and after that...the development of the situation has exceeded the'everyone'. Expectations."

Among the "everyone" of Maca, there is actually even Rowena Ravenclaw, but this is not something Old Aslan can know.

And Maca, apparently, did not mention Rowena's plan with the other party.

Having said that, Maca retracted his gaze from the ice coffin again, and cast his attention to the lake ahead again.Facing the breeze blowing from the lake, he took a deep breath of fresh and cool air, and then said:

"Old gentleman, I know that you came back all the way to save this'homeland', and it seems natural to choose Hogwarts as the starting point for the struggle... Oh, you just wanted to ask me what's next Isn't it your plan? Although I can't tell you the specific plan, I must tell you-take them and leave here as soon as possible!"

"Why?" Aslan frowned, puzzled, "Hailbo's attention has been focused on the south nowadays, so naturally here in the north is a relatively safer place... shouldn't it be the case?"

Unfortunately, Maca did not give him a reasonable answer.

"No need to ask, let's go! You can leave on your own-you can go to Weymouth or France. For the sake of Professor Dumbledore, I won't rush you."

It must be said that since Maca appeared at Hogwarts, it seems to have been very rude.Such a performance, even in the eyes of the old Aslan who saw him for the first time, felt that it was not quite right.

However, the old wizard, who was quite capable and insightful, also knew very well that the young man in front of him definitely had such a "you're welcome" confidence.

To put it bluntly, if Maca wants to behave arrogantly and unreasonably, others really have nothing to do with him.

And the next moment when Maca said this, Willie, who had been by his side from the beginning, raised the wand again and pointed the tip of the wand in the direction of Old Aslan.

Look at her appearance as if she was saying that Maca doesn't "do it", but she can.

"Are you... Marca McLean?"

When he saw Maca suddenly turned his face, Old Aslan, who was still sure of his identity in his heart, was suddenly not sure.Only with his experience and knowledge, naturally he would not be as impulsive as the young wizard before.

After pondering for a while, the old wizard finally stepped back and gradually left the lake where Maca was.

Only then did Maca put his hand on Willie's arm and sighed:

"Let it go! I'm so tired even holding it."

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