Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

...McLean? I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before, are you looking for trouble? Sirius looked at Maca standing outside the door, dissatisfied.

Today's weather is actually quite good, the bright sun shines on the earth, swaying the summer heat to its heart's content.

But probably because of the gust of wind that blows from time to time, the heat is far less depressing than the previous few days.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still in the same desolate scene, which makes people feel a little sorry for this forgotten community.

That's why I want to give it a try. Maca smiled indifferently. Life can't always repeat the same life, can it?

I think you're just looking for faults! Sirius said angrily, turned and walked inside.

Maca took a deep breath, followed in with a calm face, and closed the door behind him.

I'm going back to the study first. I have something to do today. Don't wait for me for dinner.

After speaking, without waiting for Sirius to respond, he turned a corner in front of the reception room door and went to the stairs.

However, just a few steps up the steps, he heard a sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Maca!

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at Hermione who was hurriedly chasing after him.

What's wrong? he asked.

What you told me before - the practice of silent spells has nothing to do with the syllables of the spell, right? Hermione ran over with a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right hand.

Yes! Maca nodded slightly, As long as you strengthen your understanding of the spell and keep in mind the technique of silent recitation, you will succeed sooner or later... Do you have any other questions?

Uh... Hermione froze for a moment, then thought about it again, It seems... gone.

That's good, keep working hard!

Maca smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at Maca's leaving back, with an inexplicable doubt on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question when doing a test paper. Although the topic is very similar to a sample question I have done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzled mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

Hermione, what's the matter? In the reception room, seeing Hermione's confused expression, Ron asked subconsciously.

No, it's nothing. Hermione shook her head, and put the matter aside, Continue to study! We have to increase our strength as soon as possible, and help everyone in the Order of the Phoenix as soon as possible!

Also pay attention to rest, don't be like McClain, you should enjoy it day and night when you are a student! Lupine smiled gently, That's how we came here.

...

On the stairs, Maca walked up with steady steps, and soon came to the door of the study. He gently turned the doorknob and opened the door to the study.

Yo! Bastard Maca, you're back!

On the sofa in the study, Leni huddled in the pile of books, flipping through a copy of The Quibbler. Seeing Maca walk in, she waved to him lazily.

In fact, the study was not much different from when Maca left. At least Leni didn’t dare to flip through it casually here. She only saw the book “The Quibbler” in the pile of books in the corner.

The curtains, as always, completely blocked the hot sun outside, not a single ray of light could penetrate.

In the study room, there is only the magic lamp emitting soft light. There is no temperature, only light, which cannot give people a natural feeling.

Well, Maca responded softly, and then continued, Leni, you go out first! I have something to do...

Huh? Leni pursed her lips, reluctantly, Leni hasn't finished reading it yet! This magazine is so interesting—why didn't you show Leni to read it sooner! Bastard Maca!

Get out quickly, Maca frowned, Or do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?

I don't want it! Leni heard,

Immediately, he jumped up from the sofa, and the lazy expression disappeared immediately, Leni just go out! Hmph!

Seeing Leni bouncing away from the study, Maca closed the door casually, pulled out her wand and tapped the doorknob lightly, and then showed a slightly tired expression while supporting the door with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, his breathing was no longer even and smooth as before, but became a little rough.

He was only wounded once during the battle at the Ministry of Magic today. Yes, except for Voldemort's sneak attack, which he defended with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was attacked by surprise, he responded in time by relying on the effect of Concentration, but in a haste, he was still seriously injured.

Compared with the powerful power of magic, human beings are fragile, and this has not changed since ancient times.

It's no wonder that many wizards try to transform the body, and even improve the blood...

Panting, he sat down on the spot, and slowly took off his wizard robes that had been replaced at the Ministry of Magic, revealing the dusty and messy shirt underneath.

Of course, this is just a positive look.

At this time, behind Maca, a hole the size of a washbasin made the shirt completely useless, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black trousers into a strange dark red.

However, what was exposed through the hole in the shirt was not a bloody wound—the wound had almost healed under the effect of the potion.

On Maca's back, some skin can be seen between the remaining blood stains. But on those skins, a strange black color replaced the normal flesh color, and exuded an ominous atmosphere.

In other words, what Maca suffered this time was not just physical damage, but the magical damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

Voldemort really used his brain too much this time! he said to himself with a little sarcasm.

In fact, Voldemort's plan this time seems to be no big deal, but the thought involved in it is no less than those complicated plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood Maca's excellence.

To put it bluntly, Maca's strength is not based solely on magic, his meticulous thinking and accurate judgment are his real difficulties.

Maca McKellen was a real wise man - so Voldemort thought.

But the more such people are, the more they will unconsciously deepen their thinking when encountering emergencies, complicate simple things, and try to find the cause of the incident.

Therefore, Voldemort first stood on Maca's point of view, and imagined how Maca would act next.

In the audio-visual meeting, Maca had already drawn a boundary line between them, which made them really stand on two opposite sides.

So what does Maca do?

He will guess what I will do next. - This is a summary of Voldemort's plans for Maca so far.

In this way, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he planned to let his people infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, and try to get the prophecy ball containing the prophecy back then.

Therefore, Voldemort made a change very simply, designing an ambush and sneak attack plan so simple that he himself felt stupid.

Even if this plan requires him to let go of his arrogance and dignity, but now, the pressure brought by Dumbledore's line makes him not allow him to continue to be arrogant.

Frustrated again and again, even the Dark Lord will start to examine himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Dead to send Maca an emergency situation; then, while Maca was troubled by an intent that didn't exist, he put down his self-esteem and proceeded Sneak attack.

It was a mean and stupid idea, no doubt, but it gave Voldemort his first chance of victory - at least that's what he thought when the first sneak attack succeeded.

But the reality told Voldemort that his judgment on Maca was fundamentally wrong.

Maca has been working hard to improve his magical power. He is essentially a person who considers strength and wisdom on the same level.

Or in other words, from the moment Maca decided to become a wizard, he thought that the wisdom and power of a wizard were basically the same thing.

And the person who made him make such a judgment was none other than Dumbledore.

However, even though Voldemort's plan failed again, and was almost thrown into the mysterious arch by Maca, Maca was not having a good time.

Voldemort's current power comes from the Bewitching Monument, and this kind of power is naturally quite extraordinary.

Maca already has some understanding of a small part of the mysteries of the Bewitching Monument, but that is only a small part at best. He still has no idea about the injury this time.

Through the perception of magic power, he only noticed it for the time being, and the magic power in his body became sluggish due to some residual black energy.

As for the physical exhaustion, it was only because of the excessive use of magic power today, which was secondary.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, Maca stood up again, and dragged her weak body to sit behind the desk.

He needs to find a way to get rid of the black energy as soon as possible, or at least suppress the black energy first.

The sun is still shining outside the house, and the summer cicadas have subsided a little, but the heat has not completely dissipated.

In the past, Maca would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer—he was such a person, but now, he has no intention of enjoying life.

It's really a terrible summer vacation. Maca muttered casually while flipping through her notebook.