Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In Higgs's potion workshop, the lights were still dim.

The thick medicinal solution in the crucible is continuously boiling, and the mist of mist rises with the bursting of bubbles, which diffuses in this preparation room.

The house elves lined up at the two long tables are still working hard. They are like one Muggle machine after another, bottling, labeling and placing the medicament, none of them dare to do redundant actions.

Yes, as long as there is work to do, then the domestic elves don't need to rest-even they themselves think so.

Alas, of course ... Ms. Higgs doesn't seem to need a break either.

"Ding--"

The glass stirring spoon was gently slammed on the edge of the crucible, and the dark green liquid hanging on it was shaken back to the pot. Then she carefully placed the stirring spoon in the cleaning tank aside.

With a slight sigh of her, in the crisp percussion, a strange smell suddenly flew from the crucible that had just been stirred.

Honestly, the taste is really not good, and I always think it will remind people of the sour smell of vomit-right, and it is just the kind that has just been boiled!

But Ms. Higgs now leaned forward slightly, and took a deep, intoxicating breath into the thick smoke.

It seems that something bad is still bad after all.

Even though Higgs had such an obsessive expression when she passed by, but after really inhaling the mist into her nasal cavity, she still had to choke loudly while holding back the surge of pressure in her throat. .

Obviously, what she likes is actually not the smell of the crux at all, but the crucible potion itself.

"Cough, cough ... cough, cough ... finally," Higgs was still coughing, but it didn't stop her from sighing, "Finally, it's finally made! Then ..."

What a pity, before she could finish speaking, there was a sudden crack in the crucible. The movement was small, but the smile on Higgs' face suddenly froze.

"Oh no--"

At the moment when she opened her eyes wide and whispered loudly, the same sound of blast as last time suddenly spread throughout the room, once again frightening the house-elves.

实际上 In fact, this was not an explosion, because even the silver crucible did not explode with it.

On the contrary, at this time, the medicinal solution that was originally boiling and boiling, but all solidified in an instant, without any liquid characteristics.

"Tuk Tuk."

When Higgs stunned the table with an annoyed look, two polite knocks came from the door, which made her stunned.

In addition to the purchasers of those other pure-blooded families, basically no one came to her on weekdays. Today is not the day to pick up the goods, why do people keep coming?

"Go and ask for your identity, if it's not important, just send it away!"

Ms. Higgs was obviously in a bad mood because she had just failed to prepare a potion. After waving her hand to order the domestic elf to check out, she picked up her wand and knocked the crucible, and emptied the potion that had lost its effectiveness.

"Observe, Rice is going—"

"no need."

Quietly, the entire back door of the workshop suddenly disappeared out of thin air, revealing four figures standing behind the door. Although the headed one was not very tall, the momentum that spread out suddenly made Higgs' heart startle.

"Hello, Ms. Higgs! Maybe you know me, but that doesn't mean I can omit myself-it would be too rude to you."

Before the words came out, Higgs saw the other party take a step in, and nodded slightly in greeting:

"Maca McLean, Hogwarts ... Oh, sorry! I don't seem to be able to call myself a professor anymore."

It seemed that Higgs didn't know how to take this sentence for a while, and after a little hesitation, she simply set aside Maca's strange self-introduction.

"Mr. McLean," she said with a grimace, dry, "Although ... it's a great honor for you to be able to come to my potion workshop, but you should at least inform me in advance Just say it? "

Maca McLean, a young wizard who grew up like a legend.

His appearance not only caused the two previous generations of the Dark Lord to fall into Hogwarts at the same time, but even today's ancient black wizard Haierbo had to conceal his whereabouts after continuous frustration.

At this moment, even those big families with rich heritage can only choose to wait and see silently. How can Higgs dare to speak in a bad voice?

嗯 "Well, this is indeed something I owe consideration to," Maca nodded afterwards, but chuckled, "but I have come here all the time, there is no reason to go back like this?"

He said so, but saw that he was not polite at all, and went straight to the potion preparation table where Higgs was.

As he walked, he continued:

"As you can see, it's actually me who intends to place the long-term order, and Mr. Lu Ping and they just screen the person in charge of the cooperative workshop for me first."

I watched Marka approaching her side gradually, and Higgs could not help feeling an invisible pressure. The pressure did not come from the intentional exertion of Maca, but she felt a little flustered suddenly.

But as soon as Maca walked to the potion preparation table, and the moment Higgs couldn't help but want to take a step back to relieve the pressure, Maca turned back suddenly.

"Lupin, Dunge, Sirius-come in quickly, too!" He greeted the other side of the door, "Hurry up, I want to return the workshop door to others!"

When Lupin and the three of them should walk in together, they only saw that Maca waved backhand—the door that had previously lost its sight, appeared on the door frame intact again, as if it had never been Disappeared in general.

Opposite the potion preparation table, while Higgs was still surprised by Makar's unarmed spell, unexpectedly Makar spoke again.

哦 "Oh, what is this ... it seems weird?"

When Higgs heard the sound, he quickly closed his eyes still on the back door of the workshop, and then fell into Maca's hands.

Is the piece of parchment with a scribbled handwriting!

Maybe it was the moment when Higgs' attention was drawn to the back door, the piece of parchment, which was still tucked into a not-so-obtrusive corner of the table, suddenly ran into Maca's hands.

While discovering this, Higgs's eyes immediately changed.

If you look closely at this time, you can see that Higgs' expression changed from being astonished to fierce, and after a little hesitation, it turned into a kind of slightly fortunate silence.

Suddenly, all of her chaotic and hastily changed her mind was for those reasons, and probably only she knew it.

与 此 At the same time, the opposite Maca did not seem to care about the expression on the other side, just raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the contents of the parchment from beginning to end.

At the end of the day, he first said towards Mondungus, who had just arrived behind him:

"Sorry, Dunge! I thought it must be your memory that was written wrong. Who knows ... well, this time I did blame you!"

"Yes!" Montonguez said proudly at the time, "I dare not say anything else, I am still very reliable in remembering things!"

I watched Maka Mingming hold a parchment paper that was unusual to watch, but instead went back and joked with his companion, Higgs couldn't help but pouted a little uneasily.

In fact, as soon as Makar McLean appeared, the whole scene and the rhythm of the dialogue were completely in his hands.

As for the master of the magic workshop, Higgs, on the other hand, became the party led by his nose.

To this day, will she continue to remain silent?

In fact, as far as she knows all kinds of information and rumors about Maca McLean, if she does not take the lead in showing hostility, the other party will probably not do too much aggressive behavior.

Of course ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The crux of the problem is still on that parchment paper—what exactly will McLean do in response to this?

Damn, I knew it was time to put the trial production of that potion into the night ... But how would she think that this guy who has never had a point of contact with her own life, broke into her magic with embarrassment Come in the pharmacy!

"I didn't kill!" Higgs finally couldn't help but "I promise!"

"Is it too late to kill?"

Maka glanced at her casually, and then raised her hand. Then Higgs saw that the stirring spoon that had just been put into the cleaning pool by himself floated and flew lightly in front of the other side.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at being when I've seen it), Maca scrambles up and smells the residue, it is quickly said," Look, the stirring rate is not controlled accurately enough, the duration of the disgusting reaction is too long, so it caused the liquid to condense. ... and the most basic potions haven't been made yet, you naturally can't take the next step, right? "

Speaking of this, he suddenly put the piece of parchment in front of Higgs and shook it, then pointed at the next step above and asked further:

"He asked you to kill, you just kill ... what about the dignity and pride of your pure-blood family? Where have you been?"

At the point where Maca was pointing, all kinds of methods of brutal killing seemed extraordinarily brutal. I was afraid that anyone who saw it would be shocked.

Opposite the potion preparation table, Higgs immediately shook his head when he heard:

"'He'? No, who are you talking about ... This ancient magic ritual is just what I bought from the black market, I, I mean it!"