Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

There was a breeze around Hogwarts today, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, and it seemed to be warm on the cheeks.

The blades of grass in the vestibule swayed gently in the wind, shaking off the dew of last night.

With her hands on her back, Maca walked step by step in front of the Blois father and daughter, letting the wind blow across her face and neck.There seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be quite comfortable.

However, the potion bottle containing the cursed substance extracted earlier was still being held by him at the moment, as if he didn't mean to put it away immediately.

That's right, since Maca brought Willie out of the auditorium, he just walked around like this.

And when Maca didn't speak, Willie and Mr. Blois didn't know whether they should speak, even if they were full of doubts now.

However, it was Mr. Blois who was eager for his daughter, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke first:

"Mr. McLean, Willie... is she all right?"

"Huh?" Maca just noticed that he was behind him, first, and then nodded and said, "Oh, yeah! It's all well, and it won't happen again. Such an accident."

"Oh, that...thank you."

Blois subconsciously glanced at the bottle in Maca's hand, then nodded slightly and thanked.

"No, no thanks, this is what I should do."

Maca shook her head and smiled, and then she seemed to no longer want to talk, but she kept walking under her feet and wandered aimlessly on the lawn.

After a while, Mr. Blois couldn’t help but said again:

"Right, then Mr. McLean, what are you going to do next?"

"Next?" Maca heard him ask again like this, and finally stopped this time, and turned around slightly, "Didn't I say it before? I have something here that I want you to help..."

As he was talking, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the bloody medicine bottle in his hand.Then, he took out an envelope with only his name from his pocket, put the two together and handed it to Wei Li.

"Give it to an object that you think is more suitable for possessing this power," Maca said. "Whoever it is, as long as you think it is suitable-after all, it is stripped from your body after all. of."

"I... to choose?"

Wei Li didn't refuse, she took it naturally, although the doubt in her heart remained.

"I don't know who should be given to."

"Didn't I just say? Anyone can do it, I will believe your choice-of course, except for me." Maca patted her shoulder and blinked, "Don't care about the time, how long It’s okay, until you think you’ve found someone suitable for it."

"I understand." After hearing Maca's words, Wei Li finally nodded and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I will do it. Is this okay?"

"Well, that's enough."

Maca nodded again, and then didn't look at the thing that had been in Wei Li's hands anymore, just turned around and said:

"That letter is for the person you chose—you can just give it to the other party as it is, and don’t care about the others. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just like it never Belongs to me."

Before the words were over, Maca walked forward carelessly. After Willie and Mr. Blois speeded up a few steps to catch up, they added casually:

"Villy, Mr. Blois, you will stay with me for another day today, and you will leave early tomorrow morning! Go to Busbarton, France, you...you can wait for me there."

"Will you leave tomorrow?" Wei Li couldn't help but said.

"Yeah! It's tomorrow!" Maca spread out his hands and said, "It's good for me to start focusing early and finish the rest of the work."

Having said that, he couldn't help looking at the beautiful view of Hogwarts in the sun, and sighed slightly.

"Perhaps in the final analysis, I don't have the blessing to enjoy this kind of leisurely and peaceful time! From childhood to adulthood, from the'past' to the present, it seems that I have been destined for only busy life." He said, "but probably like this Okay, at least I know, my busyness..."

He turned his head abruptly, as if looking at the Blois father and daughter, but he seemed to be looking at more familiar figures through them again.

"... are all valuable."

In the last sentence, his tone was very positive.

...

The Hogwarts at the moment is still a three-person Hogwarts, very leisurely and quiet; but the Weymouth camp at the moment is a Weymouth camp with many people, full of noise, discussion, confusion and disturbed.

Hermione and the others have been away for several days, and the Resistance Alliance is being managed by Mrs. Maxim.

It is a pity that in the midst of pain and distress, what can be followed is only the tangible power that can resist the threat, rather than simply comforting and taking responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps Percy, who has been sitting in the camp and staying here with the original members, is relatively more at ease than Maxim.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Percy was standing on the training ground by the dock, watching a group of friends each holding an ancient magic text card in a circle, practicing for the battle that would come at any time.

This was the suggestion Hermione had made before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maca-because she had organized such a simple formation to defend against the enemy, so the members of this group are obviously no strangers to it.

However, the plan originally planned to be launched in Birmingham has now been decided by Percy to implement it in Weymouth first.This simple magic text formation effect may not be very good, but after replacing the old slate with a card, it is always much better than the regular wizard battle.

"Well, let's take a break and try again later!"

Seeing the end of the exercise, Percy clapped her hands and let the big guy rest on the spot.But just after he turned around, a touch of sadness appeared on his calm face.

After Hermione and the others left, the most anxious one was actually counting him, because he was different from the others and knew where Hermione and the others had gone.

But as the days passed, Hermione and others traveling eastward had no news at all. Even Percy knew how difficult it was to send information back in the dense area of ​​the corpse group, and he could not avoid the worry in his heart. .

Compared with this, the noise in the camp and the Resistance Alliance is not worth mentioning.

But it was also during the moment when Percy looked sad, a faint wind whistling from the northern sky, causing his heart to jump.