Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

About the time before the bell of the first class rang, while Harry was still searching for Umbridge in the Magic History Classroom, Maca had left her office.

To be precise, he happened to be walking on the third floor of the main castle at the corridor in front of the office of the professor of black magic defense.

The wind outside the window whistled, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it seemed that there might be a violent shower pouring down at any time.

Looking out of the window opening, the thick sky seemed to be within reach.

"I feel sorry for the atmosphere created by nature in this weather ..." Maca muttered as he walked forward, looking at the gray outdoor.

Suddenly, a door in front of it creaked open, and a figure hurried out of the room, turned and walked to this side.

It seems that there is something important, it is in a hurry!

"Oh-Professor McLean?"

The man paused, though apparently in a hurry, but still nodded politely to Maca. It was only when he first met Maca that his eyes looked strange.

"Good morning ... well, sorry, professor ... I have to hurry to class or I should be late."

Maca nodded at him, and responded in response, looking back at the other person quickly leaving.

After the other's back disappeared around the corner, Maca turned her head and glanced at the door he came out of—the office of the professor of black magic defense.

"... Sokaradis." He thought for a while, then shook his head again. "It doesn't matter, anyway, just ask more and less ..."

While secretly thinking, Maca had already reached the door and raised her hand twice without hesitation.

"Tuk Tuk"

"... Come in."

There was no immediate response from the room, but it took a few seconds for it to sound.

Before the words were settled, Maca twisted the doorknob and went straight in. The next moment, with a bang, the door closed tightly again.

"Good morning, senior Umbridge investigator."

"You want to do--"

Umbridge was startled by Maca who suddenly appeared in front of her, but the next moment, she forced herself to press her heart that almost popped out, and a stiff smile appeared on her face.

"Ah ... well, I mean ... good morning, Professor McLean," she said dryly. "Are you here so early, is there anything wrong with me?"

"Of course," Maca nodded with a smile, "something trivial ..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the side wall. Immediately afterwards, he took a step and came to the wall like a walk in the garden.

"You—hehe—" Umbridge sat behind his desk, moving his hips a little bit, "Do you also like the decorative plates of the" playful cat series "? They look cute, right ? "

"A cat?" Maca turned her head and smiled. "Yes, that's right ... I like these little animals, but I prefer real cats to these decorative plates."

He seemed to reach out and knock on the black Mumbai cat's plate casually, and the black cat at the bottom of the plate moved lazily to the side. Coincidentally, Umbridge moved his sitting position again, looking a little uneasy.

She found that using this as an excuse was a very stupid decision.

"Uh ... I said ..." Umbridge hurriedly, "Professor McLean, what's the matter with you here? Why don't you just talk about it?"

"Oh—of course, if you wish." Maca shrugged. "But before that--"

"Click-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a crack suddenly appeared on the edge of the decorative plate, and quickly spread to the entire plate. The next moment, with a loud bang, the plate was completely shattered into pieces.

"you--"

While Umbridge was panicking, Maca frowned as she looked at the porcelain at her feet.

"But first, I haven't planned to break it yet ..." He shook his head and said, "But ... forget it, it's just one of those two ..."

"What on earth do you want?" Umbridge clenched his wand under his desk, his voice sharp, "I'm a senior investigator, representing the Ministry of Magic! You can't do anything to me!"

"Well, then?" Marka looked at her.

"Then? Don't you understand? If you don't want to be invited to tea by the Ministry of Magic, if you don't want Hogwarts to be closed and closed for inspection, then you—"

"Okay," Maca interrupted Umbridge, who was somewhat hysterical, calmly, "I understand what you said, in fact, I don't want to make any more noise in this period ..."

"Then you still--"

"Shut up," Maca walked towards Umbridge with no expression. "If it hasn't been that much lately, I wouldn't mind playing with you to fight for power, but the situation is different now. . "

"You, don't come over—"

The smirk on Umbridge's face had long ceased to exist. As Maca approached step by step, fine sweat beads oozed from her forehead, making the thick foundation start to become a little sticky.

She trembled slightly under the table with her wand holding her wand, and in her head she raised her right hand and waved her wand with all her strength.

then……

No, no then! She couldn't imagine what it would look like after that!

"Don't go any further, don't come any closer--"

There was no lag in Maca's pace, and the moment he and Umbridge were almost a few steps away, the string in Umbridge's mind broke.

"Drilling--"

Before the spell was finished, Umbridge felt the palm of his hand slip, and the wand fell into Maca's hands.

"The last person who dared to cast a curse on me at such a close distance was not as lucky as you," Maca snatched the wand in her hand and whispered softly, "Birch, dragon heart string ... well, just right Eight inches? "

He casually placed Umbridge's wand on the table in front of him, looking at the other side with cold eyes.

"Let me ask you a moment—" Maka smiled, "If I tell you now, your brother has been living in a prison in Muggle World for several years ... Do you have any ideas?"

"What the **** do you want to say? Where's my brother?" Umbridge leaned tightly on the back of his chair, trying to stay away from Maca, "Don't come any closer! You can't move me, you have to think Know what you are doing— "

Her face was distorted by fear, which made her makeup face even more abominable.

"Is this your answer?" Maca nodded sternly. "If that's the case, then forget it ..."

The woman in front of him is very "famous" in the Ministry of Magic, although she is always pondering the endless and dangerous means to rule out dissent.

She was obviously a mixed race, her father was a wizard, and her mother was a Muggle. After the couple gave birth to her, they also gave birth to a son.

However, her brother is a dumb gun insulated from magic.

For this reason, Umbridge and her father both blame the Muggle mother, and even when she was fifteen, forced her Muggle mother out of her family with her brother.

After that, the eldest daughter of Umbridge lived in the magic world with her father, and her brother returned to the Muggle world with her mother.

According to Maca's knowledge, when Umbridge was working at the Ministry of Magic, she had been trying to prevent her family situation from being leaked. To this end, she persuaded her father to retire early, and then tampered with her origins through outright lies.

But there is no airtight wall in this world, most of her colleagues know this. After all, her father used to work in the Ministry of Magic!

When Maca saw that she heard the recent situation of her brother, her first reaction was to deny his existence, and she could not help laughing at her behavior.

"When did I take care of this ..." He raised an eyebrow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and thought secretly, "Is it because of Luna?"

With her thoughts set aside for a moment, Maca took a bottle of potion and set it in front of Umbridge.

"Spit out real medicine and take your mind, pick one yourself!" He pointed to the potion bottle and wand on the table, and gave her the choice question, which was not too bad.

Umbridge's hands couldn't help but clenched, her eyes wandered back and forth between the table and Maca's face, and the invisible pressure made her gasping difficult.

In the face of real power, her little means seemed ridiculous. The blue and white beam of light in the rune class and the chill that penetrated the bone marrow at that time seemed to span time and space, freezing her whole body.

The fire in the fireplace was still beating, but she felt like she was in an ice cellar.

"Well, since you don't know how to choose, let me choose for you ..." Maca said lightly. "Personally, I would recommend you to choose the photo-taking magic spell--vomiting agent Not cheap! "

He took the wand lightly, and Umbridge wanted to escape subconsciously, but the joints that were stiff and stiff seemed to be rusty and could not move.

She didn't even hear the mantra, a huge spiritual shock pierced her mind directly; the next moment, her consciousness was blank.

A moment later, Maca dropped her wand on the table, picked up the vomit and walked to the door.

"boom!"

The doors of the Black Magic Defense Professor's office were closed again. In the pink office, only a lumpy figure slumped on the chair was left. ) Download Free Reader !!