Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Maca held the Fierce Flask No. 2 in his hand, carefully avoiding the attack of the basilisk.

No way, not careless.

The shortcoming of this thing is still not solved, if the vibration is too big, Baobuqi will explode in Maca's hands...

……It's now.

When the strong wind hit his face again, Maca dropped the potion bottle in his hand, and ran back directly.

Maca!

Um?

Maca's heart trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly, only to see Hermione standing at the door of the library with a Ravenclaw girl, looking towards him.

That's too late!

He hastily smashed a bottle on the ground, and an icy white mist suddenly rose up, covering the entire corridor in a haze.

If you look carefully, there is still a little sparkle in it.

In a hurry, Maca used this thing as a smoke bomb.

But even if Maca moves quickly, it will take time for the white mist to change from light to thick.

Hermione stood on the same spot with the other girl, her body gradually became stiff, and she fell to the ground stiffly after a while.

In the end, the basilisk screamed and fled with injuries.

More than half of the flames that erupted from Fierce Flame Bottle No. 2 landed on the ground and the wall, and were extinguished after a while. But the remaining flames were all attached to the basilisk's head and body, even though it rolled and fled at high speed, it didn't have much effect.

The flame seemed to be stuck to its body, burning continuously without any sign of shrinking.

And Maca was squatting beside Hermione at the moment, looking at her without saying a word.

What's wrong with Miss Granger? Lockhart suddenly leaned over, Oh—my God!

Neither Maca nor Willie paid him any attention, but Lockhart was the kind of person who would shut up when no one spoke to him.

It's too bad—I originally wanted to ask Miss Granger to help me answer the enthusiastic letters from fans! You know, she is also one of my loyal readers.

Lockhart kept on chattering, with no signs of stopping.

Maka. Willie stepped forward, looked at Hermione and said softly.

It's okay, they were just petrified... He shook his head, then whispered to himself again, Is this the force of fate?

Suddenly, Maca's eyes fixed on Hermione's hand, his eyes full of dignity.

...It seems that the so-called 'coercive force' is not as strong as expected.

He crouched next to Hermione, looked up at the library, frowning thoughtfully. He is connecting all the possibilities that can be connected one by one, trying to trace back to the source corresponding to the result in front of him.

After a while, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Lockhart.

You just said that you want Hermione to help you answer readers' letters?

Oh! Yes! Yes...you know, teaching at Hogwarts, I have less free time. Lockhart said with regret.

You didn't ask Harry to answer your letter? Maca narrowed his eyes.

I would, but Mr. Potter seems to have been busy with Quidditch practice or something.

No wonder I haven't heard about Ron spitting slugs—

He immediately organized his thoughts and already had some answers in his heart.

Since the past has passed, let's try to remedy it and see what effect it will have...

Maca muttered as he walked towards the library, but his hand was already on the wand in his sleeve.

Forget everything! Armor protection.

Behind Maca, Lockhart's incantation came clearly.

As if he had expected it a long time ago, he took a step backward without hesitation.

A transparent shield appeared in the magical beam of the Oblivion Curse, bursting into a burst of dazzling brilliance.

Maca's angle control was particularly precise, and the shield was like a mirror, bouncing the Oblivion Curse back to the wall.

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Maca said calmly at Lockhart without changing his expression, Your Oblivion Curse is indeed very good. If you hit it head-on, I'm afraid I can't use the Iron Armor Curse right now. Completely block the blow.

But please remember, now, you owe me a memory. Maca pointed to his head and said lightly.

you--

Or, do you want me to expose the 'creative process' of the novels you wrote?

Maca especially emphasized the word creative process, and looked at the bewildered Lockhart meaningfully, waiting for his final reaction.

Uh...hehe, hahaha...look at what you said, Lockhart said with an awkward smile, Actually, actually, you misunderstood—

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, do I need to explain to you the specifics? Maca stared into Lockhart's eyes, holding a wand in one hand, and took out a small Potion bottle.

It's called Veritaserum, and it's very difficult to make. To be honest, I don't want to use it. But I think your little stories might be of interest to the reporters of the Daily Prophet.

Lockhart stared at the small bottle in Maca's hand, the smile on his face froze completely.

Uh, well... He sighed, and spread his hands weakly, What do you want?

Nothing will happen to embarrass you, Professor. Maca said, Just remember that you owe me a favor. When I need something, just do me a favor.

...when? Lockhart thought for a moment.

Just in case, Maca shook his head, I just hope that I won't need you in this life.

That's it! I'm leaving, I won't say anything about today— Lockhart turned around in frustration, but before he could take a few steps, Maca stopped him.

Professor Lockhart.

Anything else? Lockhart asked helplessly.

For him, being caught is such a headache. Now he wants to leave this place as soon as possible, immediately! immediately!

If you really need your help, there will be corresponding rewards for you. Maca looked at him and said, How about a fresh and hot adventure story?

Really, really? Lockhart's eyes suddenly lit up.

I just feel that you may not be able to get your full help just by relying on one reason.

You are welcome to come to me anytime! Lockhart said happily.

But after a pause, he immediately added: But it must be within our capabilities.

Maca nodded, and then walked to the library with Willie.

why?

Beside him, Willie looked up at Maca and asked.

what why?

remuneration.

Maca looked at Willie and shook her head slightly.

Didn't I just say that if you want people to do things sincerely, you must have equal benefits, otherwise the other party will not go all out.

Willie nodded half-understood, but she didn't know how much she understood.

While talking, the two walked quickly to a certain bookshelf. Maca glanced at the bookshelf, took out a book from it, tore out some content on a certain page, and wrote a few words on it by the way.

Then he walked back to Hermione and pushed the torn page into her stiff hand.

Although a lot of sheep have been run away, the sheep pen still needs to be repaired. He squatted there and muttered to himself.

Even though Maca didn't know what had happened, it was already certain that Ron and Malfoy didn't have a conflict.

Perhaps because of this, neither Harry nor Ron was punished.

Harry didn't go to answer Lockhart's letter, and Ron didn't go to the memorabilia room to polish the trophy.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library today to ask Hermione for help, but encountered an incident in which Hermione was attacked; and Ron did not see Tom Riddle's special contribution award trophy in the showroom, Hermione didn't have the slightest hint about the Chamber of Secrets, so she could only search for it blindly, and so far she has not found anything.

But Maca didn't expect that it was precisely because he taught Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy didn't dare to insult Hermione with the word Mudblood again.

This is the real beginning of that series of changes!

It's even...it's very possible that Harry never got Voldemort's diary at all...

This was Maca's wrong guess, but obviously, the general change of the whole incident has been reversed by him.

...Yes, yes, right here.

Maca raised her head suddenly, only to find that Professor McGonagall and Lockhart were coming in a hurry.

Uh, Maca... Lockhart looked at him with a hint of embarrassment.

But immediately, Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall: I asked Mr. McLean to guard here.

Maca shook her head helplessly.

Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart's eagerness to ask for credit, the liar's ability to respond quickly is still good.

Professor McGonagall, this is a double attack.

Oh—yes, I'm sorry to trouble you. Professor McGonagall sighed, I know you have a good relationship with Miss Granger, but now, she must be sent to the school hospital...

Yes, I understand. Maca said, Do you need my help?

No, but you can come along.

After Professor McGonagall sent Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quidditch pitch - for the safety of the students, today's event had to be cancelled.

Maca sat beside Hermione's hospital bed, looking at her calmly, but she didn't know what she was thinking. Willie stood quietly behind him, looking at his back without saying a word, and no one knew what she was thinking.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey was carefully observing Hermione's situation.

About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall brought Harry and Ron to the ward.

Maca! Ron said with his eyes widened.

...you are here. Maca raised his head and looked at him and Harry blankly.

Don't you have anything to say!

Ron glanced at Hermione who was stiff on the hospital bed, and then rushed over, grabbed Maca's front with both hands, and pushed him off the chair to the ground.

Don't you have anything to say! Ron asked Maca loudly again with a ferocious face.