Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Harry woke up from the hospital bed, Maca had already left.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey was not willing to let Maca go first, but when she was overwhelmed by Maca's many theories, she had to admit that Maca was indeed fine...probably.

So Madam Pomfrey turned her gun on poor Harry.

Under Madam Pomfrey's relentless pressure, it didn't take long for Harry to understand—it seemed that he would have to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to cheer him up.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of ground centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbages; If you hold it close and press it under a dish or a fruit basket, it will keep screaming some unknown song.

Then came the Gryffindor team, Wood at the end, his voice hollow and lifeless. But he told Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all, that it wasn't Harry's fault.

Of course Ron and Hermione had arrived early, and they stayed by the hospital bed until late at night.

Everyone can see that Harry's condition is not good.

But no matter what people said or did, it couldn't make Harry feel any better, because people only knew half of his troubles.

He didn't tell anyone what he saw ominously, not even Ron or Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the only thing he wasn't sure about was Maca.

Perhaps Maca already knows something... Harry recalled the warm, silvery mist that gave him a hand.

He pondered for a while, but shook his head.

By the way, there is also that black dog, which has appeared twice!

Every time the black dog was seen, something near-fatal had happened: last time, he was nearly run over by a Knights bus; this time, he fell off a broomstick fifty feet off the ground.

Is that really ominous, as Professor Trelawney said?

If that's the case, then, is Jixiang going to haunt him until he really dies? Was he going to be on guard against the beast for the rest of his life?

Come to me if you have any trouble, and I will help you solve it. -Harry inexplicably recalled what Maca had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he couldn't just rely on Maca like this, it wasn't what he should do.

The arrogance of the little lion will always spontaneously ignite at such times.

Oh, and those damned dementors!

Harry felt disgusted and humiliated every time he thought of them—everyone said they were terrible, but no one else was like him, they passed out when they were near? No one else has repeatedly heard the voices of their parents before they died in their minds!

And Maca can even drive them away with such a powerful spell!

In the middle of the night, Harry was lying in the hospital, and he couldn't fall asleep because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason.

He stared at the ceiling, the streaks of moonlight leaking in through the gaps in the curtains.

Oh, are the rain clouds gone? Harry murmured.

At this time, he seemed to hear her words, and heard those words repeated again and again.

As the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice. She tried her best to protect him from Voldemort's harm; he also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother...

All night Harry had been dreaming and waking, dreaming in fits and starts of sleep. He dreamed of wet, slippery, rotting hands, and eerie begging sounds everywhere.

He woke up suddenly,

But my mother's voice was always echoing in my head, lingering.

...

Just as Harry was tossing and turning, in the depression deep in the Forbidden Forest.

... Aragog, is there a black dog running around in the woods recently? Maca asked casually while preparing the potion for transformation.

Black dog? Aragog rattled, asked the children not far away, and then said, There seems to be one, but that little thing only moves around the fringes, rarely will run inside.

That's good.

Maca isn't planning on making contact with Sirius Black, at least not yet.

After saying that, he shook the reagent tube, and then walked towards Aragog.

The experiment had been done several times, and Aragog had gotten used to it—at least he wasn't as nervous as the first time.

As the medicinal liquid was sent into its body, Maca sat directly on a dry tree trunk next to it, quietly waiting for some changes that might happen next.

Although from the data point of view, the matching value between the transformation potion and Aragog has been greatly improved, but probabilistic events are always probabilistic events, and it will not become inevitable because of your expectations.

Seeing that Aragog's abdomen and feet are gradually turning a little green, and its eight eyeballs are also faintly showing a gray color - this is the state that appeared in the last experiment, Maca just Calmly note the time and extent of the change, and continue to focus your attention.

At this moment, Aragog showed a further reaction!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only the chest, abdomen and feet, but even the striped back was covered with a dull green color! Something like scales was spreading from its forehead.

Hiss— Maca glanced at its eyes subconsciously, but immediately covered her eyes and looked away.

He felt that his skin seemed to become taut.

Maca, who noticed this, immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured a small mouthful of the potion into his mouth—it was the Mandrake resurrection potion he had prepared a long time ago, just to deal with it. This is the case at the moment.

Although I was caught inadvertently, but the bloodline transformation experiment was a success!

Aragok, how do you feel? Maca looked at the experiment record in his hand, and did not forget to ask about Aragog's status immediately.

He had to completely record this precious experimental data.

Yes...I feel...very good! Aragog's clicking voice was gone, and it seemed that his changes were not small.

I think I did gain the ability of that thing, it said, although most of it is incomplete, but at least I can also enter hibernation—this will allow me to obtain it for a longer period of time.

Your children will gain more complete abilities, that's for sure. Maca nodded and said, However, I suggest you close your eyes, otherwise your children won't be able to bear it, your wife Too.

I think you're right... Aragog said, closing all eight eyes.

Until then, Maca was able to see the changes in Aragog in full view.

There is no doubt that its changes are significant.

At this moment, almost half of Aragog's body was covered with a layer of fine armor-like snake scales, and his size became a little bigger because of this.

On its back, where the stripes were originally, the color was slightly blackened, while the rest of it turned into a kind of dark green.

Its chelicer-like mouthparts seem to have become sharper, and the faint light above it seems to hide deadly poison.

What interested Maca the most was a round red spot on Aragog's forehead—maybe, its descendants would also grow horns like the basilisk.

Aragok, we succeeded. Maca stepped forward and patted its long legs casually, but his other hand was already holding the handle of the wand in his sleeve.

Yes, I didn't expect it, it really succeeded! Aragog looked very excited, Thank you very much, this will give my group more chances to survive!

Yes, my friend. Maca put his hand on its leg, and continued, Your group will last as long as our friendship!

Oh, of course, my friend! Aragog said naturally, After my next batch of children are born, I will take my tribe and move to live deeper in the woods! You can come and find We, none of us are welcome except you and Hagrid!

Well! After becoming stronger, I became more timid...

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog was able to develop such a large ethnic group! This is also a kind of survival wisdom, and Maca feels that he can indeed understand this kind of thinking.

Perhaps, Aragog's improvement is not just in strength - Maca can't help but have such a guess in his heart.

Until then, Maca let go of the hand that secretly held the wand.

After repeatedly instructing Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maca left the depression and went to sleep in the dormitory. Today's things are really tiring, and he does feel a little tired.

Although he had confirmed the integrity of the soul at the beginning, he also denied the doubts about the permanent loss of emotion, and even today he successfully cast the Patronus Charm indirectly proved this point.

But there is no doubt about the fact that emotions were suppressed by some unknown force.

Casting the Patronus Charm in this state is not only laborious, but also always gives him a sense of unreality.

Should I be thankful, or should I feel helpless? Maka lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thought, Well, in fact, I don't feel anything.

That day, Maca suddenly wanted to experience the touch he felt in the Honeybee Candy Shop again—he felt that that should be the key to cracking the test.

In a daze, Maca thought further and further, and his consciousness gradually became hazy. Soon, he was completely immersed in sleep.

After the heavy rain, the night sky seemed extraordinarily clear, and the stars were shining with a blurred brilliance.