Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... You mean, there are so many independent elf out there? Really? Really?"

When Maca told Hermione about the situation on the island of Royna, three "truths" popped out of her mouth, and the excitement from her heart was immediately revealed.

Without a doubt, Hermione was a kind girl.

After learning about the abnormal situation of contemporary domestic elves, she often thought about how to improve their unreasonable lives.

No, even if it is difficult, at least they should make their working conditions more common sense-every worker has the right to the most basic salary and holidays!

However, this requires the poor domestic elves to understand this first. Otherwise, no matter how hard others try, they may not get the best results.

Therefore, S.E.E.S (Domestic Elf Spiritual Liberation Association) came into being.

"There is indeed a large group on that island. There have been hundreds of them as far as I have seen ... No, I think there are more than that!"

Maca vaguely remembers that when he first left the island, he saw a large area on the island beach. Besides, for the time being, it is very impressive in terms of combat power alone.

"I'm sure it's too late these days ... Next week! I'll send you over to see them next week ..." He thought for a while, "Those elves don't speak English, and I must be a translator by then Yes, but listening to the elf elder said that regardless of the type of language, they can understand the general meaning of our words ... that may be a gift of theirs! "

"The elf is amazing!" Hermione said immediately.

"Oh-with Maca's help this time, most of her activities are going to get bigger and bigger!" Ron huddled beside Harry and muttered quietly. "By the way, her 'sees' How many badges have you made? "

"Who knows?" Harry shrugged. "I just remember that last time her honey duke candy jar was almost full ..."

"Candy jar? Zizi honey?" Ron said curiously.

Harry shook his head hard and rolled his eyes. "No, it's a jar of strawberry custard-filled chocolate balls-remember last Christmas? It was the extra-value jar introduced by the Duke of Honey ..."

"Oh—Merlin's stinky socks!" Ron patted his forehead sharply.

"... but I have to remind you not to talk to the elves about salaries, because they are interested in helping humanity. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you must keep their principles in mind-talking to them When I talked, I understood that deeply! "

...

After dinner, Maca said goodbye to Hermione and walked straight down the stairs to the school hospital on the second floor. He really wanted to know more about what happened to Joshua before.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

After he knocked politely on the gate of the school hospital, the door opened soon.

"McLean, I told Milleva to inform you at noon. Why did you come here now?" Madam Pomfrey said a little bit dissatisfiedly. "Visit the patients at night is not good for them to rest ..."

"I haven't just come back soon?" Marka smiled apologetically. "By the way, how about that Miss Schoen? Is Professor Snape's antidote formulated?"

"It should be fast, probably in these two days!" Mrs. Pomfrey was clearly aware of these work matters, and saw that she answered without thinking.

"Oh, is that it?" Maca nodded her head. "Since that's the case, I'll take a look ..."

"You think about it yourself! Aren't you going to visit the doctor? Now, come in quickly!" Mrs. Pomfrey no longer cares what he said, and immediately urges, "Give you fifteen minutes, one second. No more. "

"Oh—please, can't you be a little more?" Maca spread her hands and bargained.

However, Mrs. Pomfrey did not eat him. I saw she took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and glanced at it, her actions were simply crisp.

"Are you sure you won't go in? There are 14 minutes and 49 seconds left ..."

"Okay, okay! I see--"

Maca immediately raised her hands to show surrender, and walked helplessly towards the ward.

The ward was as quiet as ever. Except for Helen, who was still lying on the bed separated by curtains, there was only Joshua with a stiff face.

Of course, this is a ward after all, and fewer people is a good thing.

As Maca passed by Helen's bed, he rolled out the curtain and glanced. Inside Helen was still lying on the duvet with a sullen expression, but the breath was a little faint, but it was quite stable.

"Joshua?"

Maca yelled when she came to another bed not far away.

"Mike ... Ryan ..." Joshua, who was a little sleepy, opened his eyes suddenly, then turned around and sat up. "McLean! I have something ... no, not me, it's Zoe ... Zoe is something ... "

"Don't be nervous, just talk slowly." Maca sat down on the high stool next to the hospital bed and waved her hands casually. "And who is Zoe?"

"I'm the host ..." Joshua said, suddenly a meal again, "No, he is no longer my host ... Lenny, his name is Lenny-I met Zuo in his manor. Yi, a woman arrested by Lenny. "

"Lenny?"

Maca thought about it and found that she didn't have any special impression of the name. This wizard named Lenny should be the old part of Greenward, but it was apparently not exposed to the public.

"Then what? Zoe ... what happened to her?" Marka motioned him to continue.

"I ... I wanted to rescue her at the time, and I felt I could motivate myself ... but I seemed to be out of control on the spot ..." Joshua regretfully said, "I don't know what happened later, but Joshua Yi must be in that manor! I think ... I think ... "

In the end, the cowardly big boy started to vomit again, apparently afraid to say the words of Comemaka casually.

Maca looked at him for a while, then smiled thoughtfully, and asked coldly, "Is the woman named Zoe beautiful?"

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like her—oh, no, it's not like this—" Joshua, who was full of brains, was asked by him casually, and he told the truth in his heart subconsciously.

"Okay," Marka said, reaching out. "You want me to save her, right? Of course, that's okay, because I was going for a trip, and it's not a big deal to save her by the way. But I have to remind you that it is difficult to say what she is doing now. You have to be mentally prepared. "

"... Is it ... too late?" Joshua suddenly turned pale when she heard it.

"It's not too late, I can't say it well. But since your old master will take her back, and she hasn't disposed of her immediately, it means that there is still a need to save her life." Macarillo thought about it. , And soon speculated about some possibilities, "Maybe the effect of dementia is not good, or there are other uses ... In short, as long as the woman named Zoe is smart enough, there may be salvation."

After Maca's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still has a great deal of affection for Zoe, but judging by his personality, it is really difficult to say how much of this affection holds in his heart.

"that--"

"I'll be there when I'm ready," said Maka. "But before that, you have to tell me the location of the manor and the defensive arrangements in the manor. Although the silent person under his hand can't constitute me. It ’s too big a threat, but it ’s the United States after all, and it ’s not convenient for me to make too much noise there. ”

That being said, the American side is already chaotic enough at the moment, there are not many more of him.

"Okay, I'll just ..."

After Joshua said everything he knew, Maca secretly thought for a while ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ To be honest, it is not difficult to make a targeted plan. It is difficult to take into account the response that will be made by the Magic Congress of the United States.

From where you are, you can find that sometimes the so-called "good" side will inevitably have more scruples. Creation and maintenance are always more difficult than destruction.

Maca sat on the round bench for a moment, and then she continued to speak.

"... I generally understand what you said." He nodded and said, "I will go tonight and probably come back tomorrow ... During this time, you will lie in bed and wait Come on! "

At this point, Maca seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled.

"... You are now a patient of Mrs. Pomfrey! No one dares to tell you what to do here," he joked, "including yourself!"

After all, he stood up, drew his robe, and headed towards the door of the ward.

Only the moment before he left the ward, his sleeve twitched inadvertently, and a small black shadow quietly fell from the sleeve, and in a blink of an eye he disappeared into the bed beside the door.

"... the time is pretty accurate."

As Maca walked out naturally, Madam Pomfrey on the other side of the corridor opened the pocket watch and glanced at the time, muttering a little in her mouth.

The voice didn't fall. With the sound of a cricket, the torches in the corridor began to go out one by one—the time of turning off the lights of the school hospital was just around the corner.

Before long, an oil lamp lit up again in the promenade that was gradually darkening. Mrs. Pomfrey took it gently off the end of the corridor and carried it slowly towards her office.

Night has already fallen again.