Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Among the people who witnessed the whole process of the incident, I am afraid that only Hermione has been standing at the entrance of the opposite passageway.

When she saw Harry rescue Harry, she was really relieved.

The situation at that time was too dangerous. If he was hit by the dragon tail of the Behemoth, then Harry would never be able to survive.

But just when she just put down her heart hanging in the air, that amazing accident happened!

accident? Yes ... it must be!

All she saw was that Harry had suddenly risen from the ground, and in those scary bloodshot eyes, there was a frenzy of killing. She didn't know what happened to Harry, but she knew that it wasn't the look a normal human should have at all.

Harry held up the sword—the Gryffindor sword that she had handed to Harry, and waved his hand back to Maca's back without hesitation!

Hermione had been in touch with the sword many times, and she knew it was a sword that waved silently, and it was also a sword that did not go badly.

"Do not--"

Hermione wanted to pull out her wand, trying to stop the lost Harry. But it wasn't until that moment that she understood why Maca often emphasized that the magic wand must be placed where it is the easiest to pull out; and why is Maca always practicing the quick wand pulling repeatedly and tirelessly ...

She was too late, all she could do was run desperately and scream loudly. She didn't even know if she was reminding Maca or venting her fears.

Immediately afterwards, Luna, the crazy girl she often envied, and even a little jealous, opened her hands silently, blocking behind Maca at the time of the stern attack.

Hermione didn't know. She didn't know if she would do it so simply.

"... Yes, surely ... Sure ..."

I don't know when she started, her face was already covered with tears. She stood in front of Maca, staring at Maca's face so stingly.

How long hasn't Makar's face had such an obvious emotion?

It was an unspeakable sorrow, and a manifest weakness ...

Neither the original maca nor the maca which became somewhat indifferent did not show such obvious weakness. He is like a true strongman who will never be afraid and never be negative, even if at the end of the first semester, when he first defeated Voldemort positively, he only showed a moment of regret and anger.

But it was the maca who was so powerful that all the little wizards were in awe, but now he showed such a weak expression.

What is he afraid of? Afraid of losing the girl in his arms? Then ... if he changed to me, would he still have such an expression?

No, what am I thinking ...

"Maca ..."

As if frightened, Maca looked up suddenly and stared at Hermione.

"... She'll be fine, right?" His voice sounded abnormally hoarse.

"Yes, she'll be fine ... haven't you given her a potion?" Hermione said quickly, "She'll be fine ... definitely ..."

"Potion? Yeah, um--"

After Hermione reminded him, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and hurriedly checked for Luna—a huge scar that started from the left waist and continued to the other side under the ribs. Fortunately, Maca's potion was used in time. By now, most of the wounds have healed.

He reached out and touched Luna's neck. No problem. His pulse was strong. It should be fine.

When he turned his head again, and tried to pick up his wand and use magic to test it again, he stopped suddenly.

"this is……"

As soon as he had meditated on the mantra, he clearly "saw" that the magic on his body had awakened and flowed down his arm toward the wand. Immediately thereafter, a series of broken runes flashed at the tip of the staff.

When this simple detection curse was completed, a diffusive ripple formed by the magic wave rippled and shone over Luna's body.

"... magic?" He mumbled to himself, "why ... wait!"

Maca suddenly closed her eyes and soon opened quietly again.

"Retrieving emotions and feelings in this way ... I would rather not." He laughed bitterly at himself, but more angry in his tone.

"Maca ... are you all right?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"It's okay," he smiled at Hermione. "I'm okay, and Luna is okay ... how about Harry? Is he ... okay?"

When it came to Harry, there was an inexplicable complex expression on his face.

Can he blame Harry? As long as his mind is still in his head, he can't blame Harry ... blame yourself for being too stupid. Since seeing Harry's appearance, you should not let him stay behind him .

"Harry?" Hermione seemed to have just thought of it, and glanced back. "Hmm ... it should be fine ..."

Marka looked up, but found that Harry was crooked on the open space not far away, and Gryffindor's sword had already been released.

It looks like he didn't fall lightly this time, but Maca used a coma spell subconsciously at the time, presumably it would not be life-threatening.

Just then, a faint voice sounded from Maka's arms.

"... Maca?"

At this time, Luna, like a newborn baby cat, squinted her eyes stupidly, and looked weakly at Maca.

"Are you okay?" She whispered.

"I'm okay, of course ..." Maca lowered her head and stared at her. "I should just ask you this ... then how are you feeling ... is there any discomfort?"

Luna shrinks uncomfortably, and seems a little uncomfortable with lying in the arms of others. She thought about it, shook her head slightly, and smiled slightly at Maca.

"Mom said, don't rely on boys too close ..."

Probably because Maca's stun spell was too strong, and Harry didn't wake up until Maca was about to leave here.

"Let's go!" Maca carefully carried Luna back, and controlled Harry to float beside him, ready to go to Krum with Hermione.

However, just then, Hermione suddenly thought, "What do we seem to have forgotten?"

"What?" Maca glanced from side to side, then she said suddenly, "Oh! Ron!"

Harry came here to defeat the Myra Beast and rescue Ron away. But after such an accident, they almost forgot to save Ron.

...

When Maca found that the entrance of the maze was blocked and forcibly broke through the extremely thick wall, he immediately found the black demon mark that was still smiling in the sky in the direction of the school gate.

Of course, this is something that Maca knows well, even if he doesn't want to find out it's too late.

Maca only glanced over there and immediately greeted the crowd to Hogwarts Castle.

If it had been planned, he should now have appeared at the scene of the school gate, and did his best to perform a good show. But now Maca, he began to hesitate.

"With a little skill, I don't know who he is ..." he couldn't help whispering secretly. "Let's not say Voldemort's strength has not been fully figured out, even if the plan is successfully implemented, then what?"

"The biggest enemy is not Voldemort at all, but this unpredictable future!"

It doesn't matter if he is cautious or if he counsels. In short, he now wants to find a place to hide and live his life safely.

Instead of walking between Dumbledore and Voldemort, he returned silently to Hogwarts Castle, and remained quietly beside Luna.

"What are you thinking?"

Lying on the hospital bed in the school hospital, Luna reached out and gently touched the back of Maca's hand, asking softly.

"Huh?" Maca pulled her attention away from her chaotic thoughts. "No, it's not a big deal."

He smiled at Luna. Although his expression was no longer so stiff, it was full of bitterness.

"……is it?"

Luna's bewildered eyes stared at Maca ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ as if he had seen through his heart.

But this time, she didn't say much. After a while, she seemed tired, and soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Maca, of course, couldn't sleep. He just sat by the bed like this and fell into thought again.

Outside the window, Xihui at dusk lingered in the faint clouds and mists, and all the black magic marks in the air were dyed in a circle of dazzling gold.

The wind in the distance is still roaring, sometimes talking and shouting, but no one can understand its language.

Occasionally, a few red or crimson lights flashed in the distant sky, reminding the teachers and students in the castle that there was still fighting at the school gate.

Until the setting sun, when the early morning moon rose, Dumbledore returned to the castle with a weary expression.

He didn't explain more to others, but came to the school hospital as soon as possible. When he saw Maca, who was silent, and Luna, who was asleep on the bed, he seemed to understand something.

"Remember to have dinner."

Dumbledore stretched out his wand and nodded towards the table next to him. Several plates appeared on the table, filled with all kinds of delicate snacks.

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded at him.

Dumbledore said nothing, he just nodded, and then left.

Time passed by little by little, and the sky was completely dark. Only the moonlight outside the window was looming. Through the large windows of the ward, silver and white were sprinkled on the ground.

While Maca watched Luna slightly out of her mind, a shadow that was stretched by the oblique moonlight suddenly appeared on the ground.

His first reaction was to reach out to protect Luna, who was still asleep, and then clenched his wand back to his head, looking at the window vigilantly.

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