Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Sorry, I don't think my gift deserves to be by your bed on Christmas Day, so ... I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"

When Maca heard this Christmas greeting from Troy to Ron, his expression was also subtle. Speaking not enough of a friend, he almost laughed.

However, it is a very embarrassing thing for anyone to put such a matter on. For Ron, Maca can only hope that he asks for happiness now ...

All right! Not to mention these broken things, let's put our eyes back on the topic!

Today, three days before Christmas, Maca finally received a letter from the president of the International Federation of Wizards, Akinbad.

In that long letter, which used several pages, Akimbard somehow explained in detail the changes that have taken place in Haifa these days.

Since the thunderstorm that night washed away Muggle's memory, this plague-free city has been restored to its original life by the enthusiasm of Confederate personnel.

Of course, because the repair time is too tight, even a large number of wizards will inevitably be rough. Within a short period of time after that, various buildings in Haifa are likely to be accidentally damaged for various inexplicable reasons.

To this end, the shaman of the federation continues to increase the follow-up "rework" mission, trying to minimize the second casualty of Muggle in Haifa.

Moreover, the letter also said that behind these tasks, the mayor of Haifa City had been “connected”, an extremely rare cooperative project between the wizard and Muggle for so many years.

In such post-disaster reconstruction work, Akinabad described everything in detail in the letter to Maca. Even when Maca read it the first time, he didn't understand what the old man was thinking What.

With that in mind, wouldn't it be nice to say "everything is recovering"? As for the meaningless rotten things like "the mayor of Haifa's head is fake"?

After reading this letter for the first time, Marka realized the real purpose of Akinbad's writing this thing.

"... Also, our people are now empty at the Hebrew School of Magic. There is no figure there. But in the dean's room, we have a door that opens to the inner lounge. We used In various ways, even the wall has been tried, but that room is completely inaccessible. "

"So, if you can, please come and see if it can be opened. I think that since the lounge is so completely blocked, there should be something valuable left in it."

Hilbo ran away, walking fast with his few remaining men, and perhaps because of this, Akinbad would have guessed something in the room that Hilbo could not take away in a hurry.

After reading the letter, Maca was naturally not interested in reading the trivial running account again. I saw him drop the stationery on his desk, and then stood up quickly.

"As a result, only the last sentence is useful ..."

In fact, Akinbad was really wasted this time.

Perhaps it was because Maca had been refusing the previous few times that he thought that Maca was not interested in things that were far away from Israel, or even too lazy to participate in it.

But the fact is, Maca cares more about Haierbo.

Of course, this long letter from Akinbad also represented his attitude towards Maca. So even though this nonsense was a little bit ridiculous, Maca's mood was still good.

"Go check it out! Maybe I can get some useful clues ..."

...

Because he had been here last time, he could still use the mark left by him that night without Sirius carrying the positioning runes for him.

Soon, he stepped on the magic book, flying over the city with a phantom spell, and then passed through the passage leading to the Hebrew School of Magic to the street in front of the mansion.

Not long ago, since Haierbo entered the college, few outsiders have come here. And to say that the outsiders who entered the iron gate along this side street, there was only the unlucky ghost who was "pitted" by Sirius.

It was not until that night that part of the Auror and the reviewers of the federation, led by Akinbad, went inside and searched the entire college residence.

Nowadays, Maca only appears when she walks into the wide open iron fence door and enters the front hall through the front door.

After all, this is not Hogwarts. There are not so many complex and detailed solidification magics, and many places are just ordinary wizard buildings that have simply been subjected to the structural strengthening spell.

"Oh! Mr. McLean, you are here ... please, the president and some specially transferred spellcasters are waiting for you upstairs! On the top floor, you can see it when you go up."

As soon as they entered the lobby, two members of the federation who were on duty here greeted them and judged by their attire, they should both be Aurors.

"Okay thank you."

Maca thanked the two, but instead shook her head vigorously.

"No no no, how dare you thank us? That's where our two responsibilities ..."

"Yeah yeah, please-please go upstairs!"

That night, the army of spiders released by Maca petrified many enemies, and it can be said that they completed their mission perfectly. But besides that, they scared many Muggles and their own wizards.

As Maca thought at the time, that part of Muggle's memory was gone, but most of the wizards hadn't completely succeeded in that medicinal effect mixed in rain.

In this way, after knowing that the spiders are from the hands of Maca, these experiencers are all in awe of their hearts.

You know, that's the number of spiders that can squeeze all the streets! Even the Auror with enough experience and courage cannot experience such battles.

So, in the repeated "Dare" of those two people, Maca quickly walked up the stairs with a little helplessness. Until he could not hear the sound down, he continued to walk up calmly again.

The two Aurors who were unable to straighten their backbones were right. As soon as they reached the top floor, Maca saw a crowd in the inner room.

Seeing this, he didn't delay any more, and hurriedly walked across the corridor to the room on the doorway, which had the name "Dean's Room" on it.

Just like entering the front hall just now, this time a large group of people looked at him one by one, and several of them surrounded them subconsciously.

Fortunately, these spellcasters were temporarily transferred in the past two days. Only Akinbad had experienced the same tide of spiders that night.

"Who are you? How did you get here? No one other than the spellcaster is allowed in here for the time being ... get out, there may be danger left here!"

The spellcaster will be keen on the area in question, and the old wizard who came to Maca the fastest was obviously a very qualified old spellcaster.

But don't look at the tone of his speech. If you just listen to the content, it can be seen. His words are full of human kindness.

However, without waiting for Maca to explain, the slightly neurotic good old man was pushed away by Akinbad who was rushing from behind.

"Hey! Leave him alone, of course you can come in—"

Akinbad hurriedly grabbed Maka's arm, as if he was afraid he would change his mind and go back, forcing him to walk inside.

Maca was dragged further into the room by him, while still bathing in more than ten pairs of doubtful gazes from around. He took a few glances around this short period of time, and suddenly he paused, causing him to almost stand still.

"Bill! Are you here too?"

Most of the wizards in this room are at least middle-aged, but among these people, a tall young man looks particularly eye-catching.

But he saw that the man had a red ponytail, a silver earring on one ear, and a fan-shaped strange pendant hanging under the earring.

What's more interesting, though, is his costume-the black leather jacket with a lot of metal jewelry, which makes it no surprise that he can join any rock band combination.

And this particular young wizard is the oldest son of the Weasley family-Bill Weasley.

"You're also a spellcaster in Egypt, and it's excellent-I should have thought of it!"

Maca greeted each other, and Bill, who was standing behind several middle-aged wizards, shrugged, revealing a naughty smile that was characteristic of Weasley's family.

"You finally saw me. It took a total of 15 seconds from entering the door!"

Yes, this is also the characteristic of the Weasley family-funny, but also a bit boring.

"Oh, is that right? Then I can fight for 1o seconds next time," Maca waved. "Come on later, let's do the business first! I think Mr. Akinbad can't wait ..."

He said, smiling at the former president of the federation, and then he went forward.

"By the way ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ My name is‘ Maka McLean ’and I ’m currently serving as the professor of ancient runes at Hogwarts School of Magic ... guys, bother.”

Most of the spellcasters are old academics with actual combat ability. Compared to their professionalism, don't expect too much in interpersonal communication.

The curseman here today, I am afraid that Bill knows Maca alone.

But it doesn't matter, even Maca doesn't need to introduce too much about her experience. Because just being a "Professor of Hogwarts Ancient Magic Teaching", it is enough for him to stand in the middle of this group without feeling out of harmony.

"Yes, everyone knows ..." Akinbad nodded hurriedly, then turned, "Mr. McLean, come and see this door!"

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