Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

( ) At dusk, after finishing the three-hour class that day, Maca hurried back to Black's old house. Now that Black's symptoms are still getting worse, every second counts, and he has no time to squander it.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the potion preparation room on the ground floor, and didn't come out until late at night to find something to fill his empty stomach.

In the next few days, he has been running back and forth between Hogwarts and Black's old house, so the time to catch up on sleep at noon every day is particularly precious.

A few days later, Maca stared at the evaporating dish in front of him with bloodshot eyes in the potion preparation room, waiting for the liquid inside to decrease little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly, and he impatiently hung some crystalline powder from the bottom of the dish, and then lightly poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

As soon as the crystalline powder touched the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maca stretched out his wand without hesitation, and tapped on the mouth of the test tube.

Immediately, a puff of crystal like cloud and mist rose straight from the test tube, gorgeous and blurred, but there was an incomparably dangerous aura hidden in that beauty.

this……

Maca took several steps back in a row, while avoiding the dreamlike crystal mist, the expression on his face underwent a rare and drastic change.

Who the hell... No, could it be... Maka's face changed again and again, How could... no, it shouldn't be? What reason does she have to do this...

As he kept thinking, his brows became tighter and tighter, and his eyes couldn't help flickering.

No... It seems that I have to go to her to find out in person this time! After a while, he said to himself.

At the same time that he made up his mind, Maca picked up the potion bottle on the table and walked quickly towards the door, completely forgetting about the usual necessary finishing touches.

Maka, where are you going in such a hurry? Is there any emergency?

By the stairs on the first floor, he happened to bump into Mrs. Weasley who was going to the kitchen, but he was in no mood to explain.

Moreover, the things he is thinking about in his mind right now cannot be casually told to others.

No, it's okay. Maca didn't stop walking, but turned his head and smiled at Mrs. Weasley,

I forgot something in the office, I have to get it as soon as possible...

Before he finished speaking, he had already opened the door and stepped out half of his body, then decisively closed the door with his backhand.

Probably because the door was closed too loudly, Sirius' mother yelled again. The voice was shrill and sharp, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help shouting...

On the way Maca went all the way to the black market, he re-compared his previous speculation at the Langmans' house with the test of the potion itself.

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

The wizard who took this potion did not simply go crazy, but fell into a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, the reason why those wizards who have symptoms will actively attack others is that apart from hallucinations affecting their spiritual will, there is another more direct reason.

Because the people they attacked were actually just blocking their way.

This kind of potion will not only make people fall into some kind of hallucinatory hallucinations, but also make people who take it have an extremely strange increase in their ability to sense magic power.

It's weird because, in the senses of the drug user, the surrounding magic power will not be presented in detail like Maca, but will only be highly sensitive to specific magic power.

If this ability to sense magic power is compared to a radar that detects the source of magic power...

On Maca's radar interface, the closer the distance must be, the more obvious it is; but the wizards who have taken that potion are not obvious at all, only the target will be very eye-catching.

If what is their goal, it is naturally the magic power contained in the potion itself.

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

Because, it was the couple who had sudden symptoms in their sleep and fell into hallucinations; but Mrs. Longman was the only one who could act on their own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maca was quite familiar with the fluctuation of the magic power of this potion. So as soon as he arrived at the black market, he put on an illusion spell and moved quickly in the black market.

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

only……

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed in the streets and alleys of the black market. His spirit has been completely concentrated, and his sensing ability has almost reached its limit.

All kinds of complex magic fluctuations surrounded him, passing by his side one by one as he moved. Even he, because of this kind of high-intensity homework, became agitated.

It's like driving a racing car through a complicated street full of stereos, and at the same time distinguishing the different music playing on each stereo.

Maca, who thought he was used to being surrounded by various magic power fluctuations, couldn't help being agitated at this moment.

Persevere, persevere... persevere!

In order to find out the truth...you must persevere!

Calm down, calm down... calmly feel every source of magic power, and don't leak any of them...

I won't worry about anything this time, I must ask her clearly!

Maca gritted her teeth, her breathing became more and more heavy, and her head felt more and more swollen... as if it was about to explode.

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

Although he didn't fly very high because of his limited sensing range, the inertia of his high-speed flight caused him to roll and fall dozens of feet on the ground, and crashed into a pile of objects next to a certain house with a crash. In an empty wooden box.

call……

After a while, he got up from a pile of planks, squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall, covering his head with his right hand and panting heavily.

I...why am I so impatient?

After resting for a while, after his breathing gradually calmed down, he frowned and asked himself.

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

Just when he fell down just now, Maca's left forearm was broken. Right now, he is naturally in severe pain, but this kind of severe pain has actually made his messy mind a lot clearer.

Is it because of 'her'? Yes, it should be true...but what about the specifics? What is the specific reason for? Is...what?

Keep thinking, asking and answering yourself...

Maca rummaged through her heart, confirming and eliminating bit by bit, trying to figure out the source of that inexplicable sense of impatience.

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

Reflected in his pupils was a slightly trembling hand that had lost its color. He clenched it tightly, then loosened it, and repeated this four or five times, with a wry smile on his face.

Am I... am I scared?

Maca McClain, just a coward.

I'm scared again...

Maca McLean is really just a coward.

The experience of losing his emotions 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 on Luna's body, he was afraid...

What am I afraid of? Maca sneered, mocking himself.

What Maca McLean was afraid of was actually nothing more than loneliness. He broke into this world alone, no matter how many people he met, he still felt that he was alone.

That sense of loneliness has always been lingering in the deepest part of his heart, lingering.

It wasn't until the moment when he unexpectedly received the admission letter from Hogwarts that an old sense of familiarity gradually filled his loneliness.

Since entering Hogwarts, everyone Maca has met will make him feel less lonely. For Maca, this is undoubtedly an intangible salvation.

But years of loneliness made him close his heart, and until today, only a few people have opened his closed heart.

So, although he didn't want to lose anyone, the ones he didn't want to lose the most were those who were the most important to him, right?

On the side of this deserted alleyway, beside the pile of broken wooden boards, Maca leaned against the cold brick wall and took out the potion bottle with his uninjured right hand.

...Could it be you?

He shook the body of the bottle lightly, and behind the translucent wall of the bottle, the liquid medicine was swaying leisurely.

... Willie?

In fact, when Maca saw the test results in the potion preparation room before, he immediately understood one thing - in that half bottle of potion, the main ingredient was the powder of Riddle Crystal Flower .

In terms of rarity, he had only seen the Mysterious Crystal Flowers at Hogwarts, which were the mysterious flower seeds that Willy had asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said they should have been extinct, and that's not something that comes easily.

In addition, Maca had seen Willie practice preparing potions before, and had refused his help inexplicably. Among them, most of them have a very secret causal relationship.

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

Before he finished speaking, Maca used a repairing spell on his left forearm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of potion, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.