Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ron? What are you doing in a hurry?"

On the way down, Maca bumped into Ron running up the stairs. Seeing his fiery appearance, he didn't know what had happened.

As soon as Ron came up to see Maca, he wanted to say hello by the way, but he used both hands to hold the tray, and finally had to grin at Maca.

"Yesterday you sent another Auror when you were away. The situation is not very good. No, it seems to have relapsed just now. Mr. Pai is too busy, so he asked me to get some medicine for him ..."

He said as he walked up, and finally he could not see anyone who turned straight up the stairs.

"Oh, don't say it! Marka, see you later!"

Looking at the stairs without the shadow, Maca shook her head and smiled.

This disaster, r.a.'s friends have played a very important role. Not only did they join the ranks of resisting the dark creatures in time, but many people have stayed after that, repairing London, searching for and rescuing the wounded, and even killing them, and they are everywhere.

Even guys like Ron who are not usually enthusiastic are constantly contributing their own strength.

Passing by Ron, Maca encountered several or familiar or unfamiliar volunteers one after another on the way down, and then returned to the first floor.

Passing through the patient-filled hall, he turned from the side door on the other end to an internal hallway behind the hall.

Most of the rooms here are usually used as storerooms and potion preparation rooms. However, because San Mungo needed more space for the patients, he simply vacated some of the storerooms.

But now, those arranged in these warehouses are some special injuries.

For example, the father and son of Victor's family live here now ...

"Hey! McLean, my body is so good, why don't we let us go back?"

As soon as Maca entered a certain warehouse, she immediately heard the question from the old Victor, and it was obvious that he had been staring at the door at all, waiting to say this!

But the fact is also as he said, although the old Victor was frail and old, he was only frozen from the beginning. Now he has long been alive again.

However, without Maca's consent, the father and son would not have been able to leave Saint Mungo.

"Sorry, I really can't let you go home ... especially you, old gentleman." He said before the old Victor. "Two, why don't we go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and snacks? I treat you— "

"What tea to drink," Old Victor said with a stretch on his old face. "We just want to go home and live on in peace! You don't have to ask anything, because I don't know anything."

"dad--"

"Don't talk!"

Victor Jr. seemed to be trying to persuade his father, but was immediately blocked by the other party.

But for Old Victor's words, Maca smiled disapprovingly.

"Mr. Old, you can't make any sense at all?" He ignored the curiosity of the other patients in the storeroom and spread his hand. "If you really want to live in peace, why did you deliberately let it go?" Does your son follow me? "

Maca had already left alone, but it didn't take long for Little Victor to catch up with him who was about to fly away, and even Victor himself was puzzled by it.

But now, the old Victor has said that he doesn't want to be involved with the wizard anymore. Isn't this inconsistent?

But no matter how clear Maca said, the old Victor was still confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shook his head stubbornly, and said firmly. "And, don't say that again ... I just want to leave here and go home, can't I?"

Speaking of which, the old man said quite loudly:

"It's hard to say, do you still want to clasp our father and son here for the rest of your life, relying on what magic?"

Seeing that the old Muggle man couldn't make sense, Maca had to wave her hand casually.

"That wouldn't be so," he chuckled. "At most, I'm too lazy to ask you more questions and go straight out of your head to find what I want. And after that, you can leave safely ... ... "

Maca didn't continue to ask, after all, he has a lot of other things to do these days. The old man was unwilling to say, then he could just go back and say it, not in a hurry.

When Fou left here again, he glanced back a little, and happened to see the faint touch on Old Victor's face.

It seems that the Victors may have some connection with the magic world, but at least the old man doesn't know much about magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be surprised by Maca's phrase, "Looking for something in your head."

In Victor Jr.'s apologetic gaze, Maca went out of the makeshift ward again, and kept pushing open another door not far away.

This is the potion preparation room. Unlike another large preparation room located in the basement, this room is only set up and maintained on weekdays as a spare room.

Now, it has been borrowed by Maca as a personal preparation room.

Putting the patient record book on the table at the door, he quickly walked to the writing desk inside and sat down, then took out a thick notebook from his waist.

With the magic light just turned on, Maca flipped the notes back and forth, and then devoted herself to the soul rules project she was currently studying.

No matter how busy these two days are, he will not leave the research at hand.

After all, the mess in front of me can be said to be caused by Haierbo. Tracing back to the source, if you want to solve these problems completely, you must start with Haierbo.

Not to mention, who knows what breaking things will happen to that guy next time-you know, this guy slipped away with a new body this time!

About an hour later, Maca finally raised her head from the research work, frowning and rubbing the swollen temples.

After taking out a bottle of potion and giving him a big sip, he blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.

"A few more days ... well, three days at most!"

Closing the note on the table, Maca then took out a thicker book from her waist, and then woke up and turned over a half of the page he wrote.

"At this moment, I don't expect to rest ... then three days later!"

For Maca, at least one benefit of being a wizard is that you don't have to worry about your fatigue slowing you down. No matter how confused the brain becomes, a bottle of ascension potion will immediately return to a pretty good state.

Therefore, even if the schedule is full again within a certain period of time, it will often not affect the final effect.

Of course, there are always disadvantages to advantages. Even him, he needed to clear the drug sediment afterwards to avoid some of the negative effects caused by overdose.

Closing the notebook, Maca habitually glanced at the cover as she closed it.

This handbook, named "Book of Sin," also seems to have accompanied him through the days.

...

More than ten minutes later, St. James's Park.

After arriving at London, the people of the International Sorcerer's Union generally spend their time in tents to rest or do some other tasks besides performing tasks.

Like President Akinbad, he has been here to give orders and assignments to the big guys.

With his dust-covered robe, I don't know if he thought he was a contractor on the construction site!

However, whenever he needed to go to Buckingham Palace, just across the park, he immediately changed into a brand new robe. Although the clothes inside still look a little dirty, at least the surface is still bright, isn't it?

At this moment, he was just like a bit of a covering-up.

"McLean ... Oh, I've been waiting for you for a while! Come on, come with me, they've been waiting longer than I ..."

Seeing Maca appearing from the lake in front, Akinabad trot immediately, and dragging Maca to the park gate.

The Muggle Expulsion has been cast here, including the surrounding streets.

Therefore, although Muggles have been transported back to the city, and even their lives have begun to return to normal, this area still only has wizards.

"No, don't pull it, I'll go by myself!"

After being dragged a few steps by Akinbad, Maca quickly withdrew her arm-it was so uncomfortable to walk this way.

After that, he continued to explain:

"Mr. Akinbad, you also know that St. Mungo's side is not much easier than Muggle's temporary refuge. After all, before the army intervenes, it is the wizard who can hold back some enemies ... this time There are really many injuries! "

Generally speaking, if Muggles were caught by those monsters, they would almost disappear on the spot. So it ’s true that there are more wizards than wounded people.

But to talk about the dead, then ...

"Well ... I know that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ajinbad was full of hurried steps after hearing Maca's words," I believe Queen Muggle also understood that Back, it's not easy on both sides! "

Yes, the Queen of England invited Maca to be a guest in the afternoon, saying that she would have afternoon tea and talk casually for a while, but what she did was actually self-explanatory.

"Mr. Akinbad," Macar asked casually, in front of Buckingham Palace. "What do you mean by the royal family?"

The federation has always been in touch with the British royal family. Otherwise, Maca would not have thought that Akinabad would be responsible for calming the Queen.

Of course, the late arrival of the Federation finally made this relationship useless.

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