Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... it's time to go home."

"To be precise, it's 'you' should go home."

Maca waved at Hermione and others.

"Get on the carriage, I will accompany you to the train station. Today I will lead the team ... Well, I think Hagrid is waiting for us with his handkerchief on the platform!"

Almost every time Hagrid sent the students home during the holidays, Hagrid got a snot and a tear, so Maca took a joke about it.

Perhaps it was Hermione and others who had already seen Hagrid's red eyes. Everyone was amused by his joke.

But soon, Hermione, who was also smiling, stretched her face again, and returned to the reluctance at the beginning.

"Maca, if ... I mean, if you like, neither my parents nor me will mind you ... uh, neither will you come to our house for this Christmas break ..."

Most of her words came from an impulse, so the more she spoke, the quieter she became. Later she was afraid she couldn't even hear herself.

As for Maca, although he could hear it, he knew that he had better be a fool now!

"Of course, I certainly do--" he said quickly, "I will find time to visit your house and remember to prepare some more delicious food at that time!"

Maca naturally couldn't really stay, and let's not say anything else, this year's long holiday he has too much to do. Not to mention that he couldn't live in Hermione's house, even he might not be able to spare too much time to sleep.

And after he hastened the conversation, he immediately said:

"Okay, let's get on the bus! I'll rush there again, and I'll be back later ..."

As she spoke, Maca turned to the other carriages. Luna, who was already seated on the carriage, and others saw Hermione before they went up, and all raised her hands.

Hermione, who was standing there, stared far away at Maca's side before returning to her car.

"What were you talking about just now?" Harry was curious.

"Is there any meat between the skin and bones of the night owl!"

Hermione pursed her lips first, and after a while she wasn't angry.

...

Not long after, the night horse team started quickly under the organization of Maca.

Originally, from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Railway Station, even if I went faster, I had to walk at least half an hour. But under the tireless Dire Trailer, everyone soon came to the slightly humble entrance.

Watching everyone board the Hogwarts express train one by one, and then watching them poking their heads out of the window and waving hard. Not only did Hagri slap his nose again like a small horn, even Maca was a little bit emotional.

The separation will always be a bit embarrassing, not to mention that he originally planned to resign this time, but it was only after an accident that he stayed.

If he had successfully completed the "star picking" step before, it would be now forcing Haier Poman to roam around the world, instead of staying on the train station platform and waving away the little wizards silently.

"Maca, the train is far away, so we will go ..."

"Oh no, I still have something to do-you go back first!"

After Hagrid slowly walked away with his handkerchief that had been soaked, he turned his head and glanced behind the pillar not far away, saying slightly casually:

"Miss Millian, why did you follow me? Didn't I say that you are not safe now and can't easily show up in crowded places?"

The voice fell slightly, calm for a few seconds, followed the pillar before walking out of a bumpy figure.

She followed the train's distant track for a while before whispering softly:

"That girl likes you, doesn't it?"

To be honest, Maca didn't expect the other party to come to such a sentence suddenly, and could not help but hold it for a moment. By the time he responded, the other party looked back at him.

"Yes, you are right." Marka nodded.

"Then why are you--"

"You want to ask ... why didn't I respond to her?" He shrugged. "Actually I responded a long time ago, but she chose to stick to her mind ..."

In fact, it is not difficult to see that because of Hermione's obsession, Maca has long been in trouble in this emotion.

I thought that he did not establish a clear relationship with Luna, and even intentionally alienated him. Perhaps he could also say that he wanted to protect Luna from Voldemort and Greenward.

But until the two Dark Lords both lost, that time should be the best time for him and Luna to formally come together.

However, he did not do so inexplicably.

The so-called "feelings are mostly unreasonable", but in fact they are often traceable. Maca's hesitation proved that Hermione's hard work and not giving up had somehow affected him.

After that conversation in the library, he, Hermione, and Luna all had a subtle tacit understanding.

However, to this day, with the intervention caused by Shanghai Erbo's horizontal air, he has finally made a decision that is not a decision.

"... Do you know? I really admire her persistence and confidence, so I choose not to choose."

"Choose?" Millian said a moment before she said silently, "I'm sorry, I know the cause and effect of the matter, but I'm still talkative ..."

Macadam shook his head, and then smiled slightly.

"You didn't say anything wrong? You said she likes me-you're right, you asked me why I didn't give her a response-that's also right." Speaking of which, he suddenly seemed to be jokingly authentic, "If you have to say something wrong, maybe it's the world?"

If he did something wrong, it would ultimately be the fault of some power in the world-if he didn't come here at the beginning, everything would proceed step by step, and then go to a certain end.

"Well, right." After a pause, Maca suddenly turned his head. "You follow this all the way, obviously you don't just want to relax, right? Say, what's wrong?"

Seeing him asking, Millian suddenly hesitated, and some confusion mixed with anxiety regained her heart.

"Mr. McLean," she recalled the palpitations in her sleep last night, quietly. "Do you know, what's been more important recently? That's, about me ..."

"Well?"

Maca raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Actually, I mean, I had a very messy nightmare last night, and I was awakened by an unspeakable uneasiness. It was as if ... it was like I suddenly lost something very important Something average, I— "

"Yune is dead."

Maca didn't let her talk anymore, but interrupted her by babbling.

"... that's your Grandpa Raven."

"Pull--" Millian opened her mouth, and then changed her voice again. "Ah, I mean ... 'he' ... dead?"

"Yeah, dead," Maca said lightly. "It can be said that it was suicide, it could be said by Haierbo, or it could be me. But no matter what, he did leave ... I think this That's what woke you up! "

"No, this ... no, why?" Millian shook her head again and again. "He died and died, why do I have to wake up in a dream for his death?"

To her slightly unreasonable questioning, Maca didn't care too much.

I saw him turning his face and looking at the vigorous cedar across the track, still standing upright under the snow all year round in Hogsmeade. The frost-covered canopy reflected the dazzling light in the sunset.

After watching for a while, Maca calmly said:

"Every relationship grows and thrives under the rotation of giving and harvesting ... and once it grows into a towering tree, it is impossible for even the best lumberjack to come in. It stumbles. "

He did not mention the words that Old Eun had previously said to him, because Old Eun ’s approach was not correct in itself; and he did not mention some of his speculations, such as Millian ’s nightmare, perhaps at all. It was just related to the bloodline transformation that Old Eun had done for her.

Ewan Ravenclaw is dead and can't die anymore. And since he no longer exists, some of the so-called truths can actually go with him.

The organization marked by the Ravens had suffered too much for Millian, and Maca felt that there was clearly no need for her to continue living in pure disappointment and pain.

"Just think about it!" He finally waved his hand. "Everyone is thinking and living while thinking. I don't think there is anything wrong with it ... just like I am thinking now, I will not Will it go to another world? Is it a high-rise building full of ground, or is it just a blank? "

There are too many confusing things, and Macata just gives Million another question. Instead of living with affirmation, perhaps the rest of the doubt will be more meaningful.

After all, he took Millian back to the school gate with the door key, and then went to the castle step by step.

Life can only be done occasionally. After thinking about it, you don't have to work ... After a while of idleness, Maca returned to his office and continued to do some of his preparations.

There is not much time to say ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When he has finished sorting out the required information, it is time to go to Muggle World for a long time and get better.

"Oh, it's OK to visit by the way ..."

Maca, who was working on the case, suddenly looked up, seeming to think of someone, and then went on to work again after muttering.

Behind him, the setting sun shining through the window was still warm and covered his back silently.

It is a pity that not too long afterwards, the round sun in the distance lying on the mountainside refused to let go, it should be reluctant to sink below the horizon. I don't know if the sky tonight can be as cloudless as during the day.

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