Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 342: Maca is a coward

() At dusk, after finishing three lessons of the day, Maca hurried back to the old house of Black again. Right now Black's symptoms are getting worse. It's time to fight against every second, but there is no time for him to splurge.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the underground potion preparation room, and didn't come out until midnight to find something to fill his empty belly.

In the next few days, he had been running back and forth between Hogwarts and Black's old house, so a period of nourishing time at noon every day seemed particularly precious.

A few days later, in the potion preparation room, Maca stared tightly at the evaporating dish in front of her with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid in it to decrease.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly, and he couldn't wait to hang some crystal powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

As soon as those crystalline powders came in contact with the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maca extended the wand without hesitation and tapped on the test tube mouth.

Suddenly, a cloud of mist and splendor sprang up from the test tube, splendid and blurred, but there was an immense danger in that beauty.

"This……"

Maca stepped back a few steps in a row, and while avoiding the dream-like crystal mist, the expression on her face changed violently.

"Who the **** ... wrong, is it ..." Maca's face changed again and again, "How can ... no, this shouldn't be? What reason does she have to do this ..."

As he kept thinking, his eyebrows frowned and tightened, and his eyes flickered.

"No ... Looks like I have to go to her and ask myself this time!" He said to himself after a while.

While making this determination, Maca picked up the potion bottle on the table, and walked straight to the door, leaving behind the usual essential finishing.

"Marca, where are you in a hurry? Is there an emergency?"

By the stairs on the first floor, he happened to bump into Mrs. Weasley, who was heading for the kitchen, but he didn't explain at all.

Moreover, the things he was thinking in his mind at the moment were not something he could casually tell others.

"No, it's okay." Maca kept walking, only turning to smile at Mrs. Weasley. "I have forgotten something in the office. I need to get it as soon as possible ..."

The voice didn't fall, and he had opened the door and stepped out of half of his body, and decisively backhanded the door.

Probably the movement of the door was too loud, and Sirius' mother cried again. The voice was so stern and sharp that Madame Weasley could not help shouting ...

On his way to the black market all the way, Maca reconsidered his previous speculation at the Langmans' home and combined with the detection of the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maca himself, had a bias in judging the effects of this potion.

Wizards who have taken this potion are not "crazy" in a pure sense, but are trapped in a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, there is a more direct reason why the wizards who have symptoms symptom actively attack others, in addition to hallucinations affecting their spiritual will.

Because the people attacked by them are actually "blocking" their way.

This kind of potion will not only make people fall into a hallucination like illusion, but also make people who take it have a very strangely enhanced ability to sense magic.

It's weird, because the magical powers around the druggiver don't appear in front of the eyes like Maca, but only produce highly sensitive perceptions of specific magical powers.

If this kind of ability to sense magic is compared to the radar that probes the source of magic ...

On Maca's "Radar" interface, the distance is definitely more obvious; the wizards who have taken that kind of potion are all not obvious, only the "target" will be very eye-catching.

If anything is their "target", it is naturally the magic power of this potion itself.

Because of this, the night when Mrs. Longman tied her husband up again, there was only one empty bottle in the house.

Because it was the couple who suddenly had symptoms in their sleep and had hallucinations; but it was only Mrs. Longman who was able to act on their own and find out where the potion was.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maca is quite familiar with the magic wave of this potion. So as soon as he arrived on the black market, he put on a phantom spell and quickly moved through the black market.

I have the ability to sense magic, which has to be said to be a luck created by strength.

only……

Maca is stepping on the magic book and flying at high speeds on the streets and lanes in the black market. His spirit has been fully concentrated, and his sensing ability has almost reached his limit.

Various complicated magic waves around him surrounded him, passing by one by one as he moved. Even him, he was furious because of this high-intensity work.

It's like asking you to drive a racing car, while driving fast on a complex street full of audio, while distinguishing the different music played in each audio.

I thought I was accustomed to being surrounded by all kinds of magic waves. At this moment, my heart was irritable.

"Persist, persevere ... persevere!"

"In order to find out the truth ... you have to hold on!"

"Calm down, calm down ... calmly feel every source of magic, no one can miss ..."

"I won't worry about this time any more, I must ask her to make sure!"

Maca gritted her teeth, her breathing became heavier and her head felt more and more swollen ... as if to explode.

Finally, in the fast flight, his feet softened, and then he suddenly fell off the magic book.

Although he didn't fly very high because of the limited sensing range, the inertia of high-speed flight still caused him to roll over the ground and fell tens of feet and crashed into a pile next to a house Empty wooden box.

"call……"

It took a while before he got up from a pile of wooden planks, leaning against the wall with his eyes narrowed, and panting with his right hand over his head.

"Why ... why so impatient?"

He took a break and waited for his breath to calm down before he asked, frowning.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging on his side, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Just as she fell, Maca's left forearm fractured. Right now he was suffering a lot of pain, but this intense pain actually made his brain a lot clearer.

"Is it because of 'she'? Yes, it should be true ... but specifically? What is it specifically for? What is ...?"

Keep thinking, asking and answering ...

Maca rummaged through her heart, confirming and ruling out a little bit, trying to figure out the source of that inexplicable impatience.

Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of his eyes and stared blankly.

Reflected in his pupil was a bloody, trembling hand. He clenched tightly, and then released again, repeating this four or five times, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Is this ... are you scared?"

Maca McLean, just a coward.

"I'm afraid again ..."

Maca McLean is really just a coward.

His loss of emotion did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he became more sensitive to himself and the feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; when he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; when he touched the blood of Luna, he was afraid ...

"What am I afraid of?" Maka sneered, mocking herself.

What Maca McLean was afraid of was nothing more than "loneliness." He broke into the world by himself, and even if he had encountered many people, he still felt that he was alone.

That sense of loneliness always entangled in the deepest part of his heart and persisted.

It wasn't until the moment he accidentally received Hogwarts' admission notice that an old sense of familiarity filled his loneliness.

Since enrolling in Hogwarts, everyone who Maca has met with has reduced his loneliness by one point. This is undoubtedly a touch of salvation for Maca.

But years of loneliness have closed his heart, and to this day, only a few people have broken his closed heart.

So, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, but to say that he doesn't want to lose most, he still has to count the few who are most important to him, right?

Beside this unmanned alleyway, beside the pile of broken wooden boards, Maca leaned against the cold brick wall and pulled out the potion bottle with her right hand intact.

"... Will it be you?"

He shook the bottle gently ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ behind the translucent bottle wall, the medicine liquid was shaking leisurely.

"... Veli?"

In fact, when Maca saw the test results in the potion preparation room, he immediately understood one thing—the main ingredient in the half bottle of potion turned out to be the powder of "mysterious crystal flower" .

To be rare, he has only seen the Mysterious Flower in Hogwarts, the kind of mysterious flowers that Willie asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said that they should have become extinct, that was not something that could be easily obtained.

In addition, Maca had previously encountered Willie herself in the practice of preparing potions, but also declined his help inexplicably. Most of them have a very hidden cause and effect relationship.

"... At least, I still choose to believe you."

The words did not fall, Maca used a repair spell on her left forearm, then pulled out the stopper of the small half potion potion and poured it into her mouth.

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