Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"No! Kill me! Please kill me ... I don't want to be a monster that only attacks others like them ... definitely not ..."

"boom!"

"Ah! You ... uh, wait! I ... can I move? Can I speak?"

I was awakened by the witch who sat up on the bed and hit her nose with her forehead. She stepped back a little, and then sat down on the chair behind her.

I saw him covering his sore nose and looked helplessly at the survivor, but finally couldn't help sighing softly.

"Yes, ma'am, you can move."

Hearing Maca's words with a thick nasal voice, the young witch who was in a sudden state turned her head suddenly, and an apology suddenly appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry ... Sir, I'm sorry! It's me too--"

"No, no, it's okay," Maca waved his hand, and sat down in a chair, and then answered with a sigh of emotion, "Navi is doing a good job preparing this chair, and the chair is just in place."

"Why, what?"

Seeing that the other party was obviously a little confused and overwhelmed, Maca pinched her nose bridge again, and then squeezed out a smile:

没有 "No, just now I was talking to myself ... Well, ma'am, do you feel OK?"

"Well ... very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me ... Although I couldn't move just now, I was really awake ... Oh, that ... because I hit you too panic, Really Sorry."

Maca heard her apologize again, and then she shook her head again.

"Ma'am, it's okay ... I understand that in the state of being awake but completely unable to move, people are indeed prone to panic. Maybe you think that it is a precursor to 'living corpse', but ... uh, Although it can't be said to be wrong, at least for a short time, you will certainly not become like that. "

"In a short time?"

The other person apparently heard the key point in Maca's words at a glance-needless to say, anyone who knew that he might become a living corpse would have fear in his heart.

"Oh! Rest assured ... Maybe you have confirmed the status quo when you are in the fog of London. But I still want to take the liberty to say-at least until you die, the situation you imagined will not be It happened. After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called 'living corpse' must be the body of the 'dead'. "

所以 "Is this a 'living corpse' ...?"

The young witch sitting on the bed in shock, after hearing it, seemed to finally settle a little, and her thoughts turned again.

After she calmed down a little, she frowned slightly again, and looked at Maca with a complex expression:

"Although I have already said it, I still want to thank you once more-without your help, I ... To be honest, when I think of the feeling that I just couldn't move, I really want to do it. No ... that's terrible! "

"Well," Maca slowly nodded at the other with a consolation, and then said frankly, "Madam ... Although I don't want to say something, but in order to prevent panic again in the future, I think you still It must be known in advance. That is— "

Speaking of this, Maca paused for a while, and then gave the other party a little time to prepare psychologically.

Then he continued:

"Ma'am, I think the state you hate should still happen again."

"what!"

"Don't worry, listen to me—" Maca raised her hand and motioned her not to be nervous. "I want to tell you that if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because that's only temporary. I will Arrange someone to take care of you here, and when they do, they will promptly notify me to come over and wake you up just like before. "

"Ah ... right? Here, then ..."

The witch on the sickbed was hesitating, suddenly as if she had found something, and stared at Maca's face. After a while, she whispered a little hesitantly:

"Excuse me ... are you ... Mr Maca McLean?"

"Well," Maca smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's me."

"Oh! Is it really you?" The other side changed her expression when she saw Maca admitting it, and when she saw it she was excited and said, "Mr. McLean, if you are, I can rest assured! Thank you! I understand I will cooperate well with the treatment! "

"is it?"

In the face of this survivor who changed his mind, Maca could not help but smile a little, and then smiled and said:

"Anyway, you can rest assured ... That's right, by the way, do you remember the specifics of the battle that left you badly injured? Especially the status of those corpses and how they feel to you such as--"

Maca hadn't said all the questions she wanted to ask. Suddenly, his expression was slightly stagnant. Then he turned his head as if he noticed something, and turned his eyes to a direction that no one else had.

"Mr. McLean, what's wrong?"

"Oh no, it's okay," he shook his head immediately when he heard the other person's question, but thought quickly, "Well ... forget it, it's actually about you, I still say Just take it! Just now, your companions hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Ministry of Magic's Auror rescue team is taking them out of London. "

"Really? Then ... great!"

Although it was not clear why Maca suddenly knew about it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, after knowing that he was Maca McLean, the lady clearly believed in his words.

Combining with the very pure state of panic she had just said, to be honest, Maca felt that the witch was a little too simple.

"In short-"

Considering that the other party has experienced such thrills, and has just changed their mood too many times in a row, I am afraid that their mental state is much worse than it appears.

Macallo thought a little, or got up first and said:

"Ma'am, let's take a good rest first! Don't worry about anything, just rest here and sleep. I will come back to see you when I've done some things ... oh, and that person and you Ms. Muggle, who escaped together, has recovered, rest assured! "

He didn't tell what happened to the companion next door, but he just mentioned this and retreated from the observation room.

I waited for him to close the door and put a protective curse on it, and then sorted his thoughts against the wall in the slightly dark underground corridor outside.

After a short while, I saw that he was looking in the direction of London again, with a complex expression on his face that could not tell whether he was at ease or fretful.

"啧 ... Is it better to run it myself?"

At that moment he felt that his connection with the patron saint of Silver Eagle was almost broken.

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