Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

( ) Since Maca's apparition problem has never been resolved, he now considers making Portkeys wherever he goes.

Before he went from Beauxbaton to Durmstrang, when he passed through Germany and Denmark, he also made two by the way, so that he could take them at any time when needed.

Of course, this cannot be said casually, after all, the control of the door key is very strict. Even if he can control the fluctuation of magic power and prevent certain detection methods of the Ministry of Magic, it will still be very troublesome if he is found out.

The Portkey is a very convenient means of movement. Not only is it easy to make, it can be moved accurately, and it can even be used to transfer groups easily. It is no wonder that the Ministry of Magic controls this thing so strictly.

Right now, Maca is just like the previous few times, holding a red (****) that looks very festive in his hand. When the space suddenly twisted, he disappeared in the grove outside the school gate in a blink of an eye. .

Maca went to Berlin, Germany, which is very close to the Polish border. But it is a pity that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim are located on the border between Poland and Belarus, not Germany.

After being blown by the high-altitude cold wind for 4 hours and 20 minutes on the broomstick, Maca finally crossed the whole of Poland and arrived at his destination.

Lead the way! Little guy... go find your master!

Maca landed among a ravine-ridden mountain range, and pulled out a cute little bird from the inside pocket of his robe.

It was Madame Maxime's pet, a white-cheeked warbler good at long-distance flying.

I saw the little guy standing in Maca's palm, turning his head around twice, and accompanied by a melodious cry, it flapped its wings and flew to the front left.

Seeing this, Maca immediately leaned forward and followed with her broomstick.

In fact, this place is actually very close to the troll community. After only ten minutes, when Maca followed the little guy over a ridge, he immediately found some signs of troll activity.

Those stupid big guys with low IQ but huge body will always leave very eye-catching traces when they move.

And because they always like to break off some trees of suitable size as hunting weapons, they often pull the branches with a hand, and the leaves are everywhere they pass.

No, it didn't take long for him to see a lone giant monster. When Maca passed over it, it was still lying on the grass stretched out,

Sleeping soundly!

This smell is really...you can smell it from such a distance...

The stench of trolls is famous all over the world, which can be said to be an alternative weapon for them. Maca hurriedly flew a little higher, and then hurriedly continued to fly forward.

It can be seen that the further you go, the more traces of the giant monster's activities. This valley is undoubtedly the habitat of the giant monster community.

When he followed Madame Maxim's white-cheeked warbler for a short distance, he finally saw some giant monsters moving in groups.

They seemed to be more than ten feet tall, with rough and dull skin, but rather well-developed muscles, as if they were made of blocks of granite.

As Maca had seen several times before, their heads were small, their legs were very thick, and their long arms could almost touch the ground.

Most of those giant monsters gathered together in three or four, sometimes making their unique simple communication, and sometimes clumsily but extremely powerfully fighting each other, making a bang bang bang beating sound.

For any modern wizard, it's a rather primitive and brutish scene.

In the middle of the valley in the distance, in a place close to the steep mountain wall, there are some extremely simple wooden scaffolding. A big man who is obviously bigger than the other giants is taking a lazily nap under the largest scaffold full of hay!

Seeing that the white-cheeked warbler flew towards the giant monster that was obviously the leader without hesitation, Macadam put away the broomstick under him and completed the transformation of the Animagus on the way down.

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Orim, our food is almost finished. If we don't go out, we will starve to death here... Otherwise, I should go out and lure them away?

In the cave, Hagrid and Madam Maxime huddled in a dark corner, their spirits didn't seem to be very good.

No, there are too many giant monsters outside, it's useless even if you can lure some of them away...and...that's too dangerous.

In fact, the two big men are not much different in height from the trolls. Who made them half-giants?

However, unlike those trolls, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime's IQs are obviously much higher, and they can even use magic. Correspondingly, their physical strength is absolutely incomparable to that of giant monsters.

A few days ago, when they were attacked by giant monsters, they escaped to this cave by relying on Madam Maxim's magic, but they could only blame the large number of those giant monsters.

They're stuck here and can't get out.

To be honest, Hagrid had thought of going out as a bait more than once, but Mrs. Maxime, who still maintained her rationality, never agreed with him to do such a stupid behavior.

Just when both of them looked tired, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the cave.

boom!

At the same time, a figure that was deeply familiar to both of them appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Hi! Maca greeted them both naturally, Are you okay? Do you need something to eat first?

Before the words fell, there was another bang outside, followed by a roar of pain from the troll, as if something was fighting the troll outside.

Oh, no...you came at the right time. If you don't come tomorrow, we really have nothing to eat! Hagrid stood up with difficulty, bent over and walked to Maca's side, but found that in this low There is no way to give Maca a hug in the short cave.

Really? That's good... Maca nodded to Mrs. Maxim inside, and then waved to them both, Then get ready, we should leave in a while—wait for me and the outsider After a greeting from an 'old acquaintance'.

Old acquaintance? Hagrid asked strangely, A giant monster?

Don't be kidding, I can't be friends with those stinky guys... Maca said with a relaxed smile, Didn't you see him when you came in? Hagrid, you know him too.

Seeing that both of them were still well, Maca went out of the cave while talking.

While the two were talking, the sound of fighting outside didn't stop for almost a moment, and it seemed that the battle was going on.

When Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim carefully squeezed to the entrance of the cave, they realized that the wooden scaffolding piled with hay outside the cave had already completely collapsed, and the leader of the giant monster who had been lying lazily inside was now But he was fighting an unknown creature with the same huge stature.

No, it might be wrong to say that it was a creature, because that big guy, which was half a body taller than the troll, was made of stones all over.

Look there—yes, there it is!

Maca leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, and pointed at the back of a group of giant monsters from afar.

Huh? Who is that? Hagrid stretched his neck and said, Maka, just now you said that I know that person?

Behind the battlefield of the giant monster leader and the stone giant, there are more than a dozen burly ordinary giant monsters gathered, and just behind them, a man wearing a tattered cloak is half sitting on the ground, One hand was still supporting the big thick leg of the giant monster next to him.

Yeah! Didn't you see that? Maca said. Look at that scarf around his neck—that's our Professor Quirrell, remember?

Quirrell—you mean, he's Quirinus Quirrell? The little hapless bastard?

Hagrid was obviously very surprised. He knew about Voldemort's possession of Quirrell, but everyone had already died for him, but he really didn't expect him to be alive!

That's right, it's that Quirrell... It seems that his legs and feet are not very good. You guys stay in the cave for now. I'll go over and have a chat with him...

Maca was talking, but she had already raised her legs and walked over there.

stop--

When Maca passed by the side of the battlefield and came to the group of giant monsters indifferently, a hoarse voice came from under the tattered hood, but he couldn't hear anything like Quirrell at all.

At the same time, the dozen or so giant monsters immediately made a commotion, and the violent factor stirred up in their bodies.

HurrrrhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrAa-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Rahupup when the most

There was another inexplicable sound from under the hood, which sounded like the language of a troll.

Soon, those giant monsters became quieter again. Although most of them still shook their strong bodies impatiently and howled at Maca threateningly, they didn't rush towards him immediately.

Professor Quirrell, it seems that at least in the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you are qualified. Maca looked thoughtfully at the uneasy trolls, and said casually, Could it be that... Don't you remember me, Professor Quirrell?

Who are you?

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to recognize him, Maca couldn't help but look down at himself.

Not to mention, the development has been really fast in the past few years... He shrugged and said, I'm Maca McClain, do you remember?

McLean? The other party repeated the surname, and then suddenly let out a hoarse and deep laugh, Hmph...McLean, I didn't expect...

In that burst of laughter, there is endless complexity. It seemed to be hating and regretting, and the period seemed to be mixed with memories of the past, and the meaning of vicissitudes was beyond words.

Has that man... returned to England?

He raised his head, his eyes hidden in the hood seemed to be staring closely at Maca.