Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 66: Hermione attacked

　　Maca held the "Lihuo Bottle 2" in his hand, carefully avoiding the attack of the basilisk.

　　 There is no way, not careless.

　　The shortcomings of this thing are still unsolved, if the vibration is too big, the unevenness will explode in Maca’s hands...

　　 "...is now."

　　 When the strong wind blew on his face again, Maca dropped the potion bottle in his hand and ran straight back.

　　 "Maca!"

　　 "Huh?"

　　Maca's heart shook, and suddenly she opened her eyes, only to see Hermione and a girl from Ravenclaw standing at the door of the library, looking towards him.

　　 It's too late!

　　 He hurriedly smashed a bottle on the ground, and a cold white mist suddenly rose up, covering the entire corridor in a haze.

　　 looked carefully, there was a faint sparkle in it.

　　Maca This was in a hurry, and I used this thing as a smoke bomb.

　　 Even if Maca moves fast, it takes time for the white mist to change from light to thick.

　　Hermione stood there with the other girl, her body gradually stiffened, and she fell to the ground hard after a while.

　　 Finally, the basilisk roared and ran away with injuries.

　　 More than half of the flames that erupted from "Li Huo Ping No. 2" fell on the ground and walls, and went out after a while. But the remaining flames are all attached to the head and body of the basilisk, even if it rolls and flees quickly, it does not have much effect.

　　 The flame seemed to stick to its body, burning continuously, showing no sign of getting smaller.

　　 And Maca is now squatting next to Hermione, looking at her silently.

　　 "What's Miss Granger?" Lockhart leaned in suddenly, "Oh-my God!"

　　Neither Maca nor Willie paid any attention to him, but Lockhart is the kind of person who shuts up when no one talks.

　　 "It's too bad-I originally wanted to ask Miss Granger to help me answer the enthusiastic letters from fans! You know, she is also one of my loyal readers."

　　 Lockhart kept nagging, as if there was no sign of stopping.

　　 "Maca." Willie stepped forward and looked at Hermione softly.

　　 "It's okay, they are just petrified..." He shook his head, then whispered to himself, "Is this the force of destiny?"

　　 Suddenly, Maca's eyes fixed on Hermione's hand, his eyes full of solemnity.

　　"...It seems that the so-called ‘coercive force’ seems not as strong as imagined."

　　 He squatted next to Hermione, looked up at the library, frowning and thinking. He is connecting all the possibilities that can be connected one by one, trying to go back to the source of the result in front of him.

　　 After a while, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Lockhart.

　　 "You just said, you want Hermione to help you reply to readers' letters?"

　　 "Oh! Yeah! Yeah...you know, teaching at Hogwarts has less free time." Lockhart said regretfully.

　　 "You didn't ask Harry to answer your letter for you?" Maca narrowed his eyes.

　　 "I really want to, but Mr. Potter seems to be busy training Quidditch all the time."

　　 "No wonder I haven't heard of Ron throwing slugs--"

　　 He immediately sorted his thoughts, and already had some answers in his mind.

　　 "Since the past is over, try to remedy it and see what effect it will have..."

　　Maca muttered as he walked into the library, but his hand was already on the wand in his sleeve.

　　 "Forget it all!" "Armor body protection."

　　 Behind Maca, Lockhart’s curse came over clearly.

　　 As if he had expected it a long time ago, he took a step obliquely behind without hesitation, a transparent shield appeared in the magic beam of the Forgotten Curse, bursting out with a dazzling brilliance.

　　 The angle of Maca is controlled very accurately. The shield is like a mirror, bounced the Forgotten Curse onto the wall.

　　"Professor Guidro Lockhart," Maca looked at Lockhart calmly, without changing his expression, "Your Forgotten Curse is really good. If you hit it directly, my Iron Armor Curse at the moment I am afraid that this blow cannot be completely blocked."

　　 "But please remember, now, you owe me a memory." Maca pointed to his head, indifferently.

　　 "You—"

　　 "Or, do you want me to expose the ‘creation process’ of the novels you wrote?"

　　Maca emphasized the word "creative process", which meant that he looked at Lockhart, who was at a loss, and waited for his final reaction.

　　 "Uh...hehe, hahaha...Look at what you said," Lockhart smiled awkwardly, "Actually, you misunderstood--"

　　 "Professor Guidro Lockhart, do I need to explain to you the specifics?" Maca stared at Lockhart's eyes, holding a wand in one hand, and pulling out one in the other. Little potion bottle.

　　"This is called Veritaserum, and it is very difficult to make. To be honest, I don’t want to use this stuff. But I think, your little stories, reporters from the Daily Prophet might be very interested."

　　 Lockhart stared at the small bottle in Maca's hand, his smile stiffened completely.

　　 "Uh, okay..." He sighed, and said weakly, "What do you want?"

　　 "Nothing will embarrass you, Professor." Maca said, "Just remember, you owe me a favor. When I need it, I can do my best. "

　　 "...when?" Lockhart thought for a while.

　　"Just in case," Maca shook his head, "I just hope that I won't need you in this life."

　　 "Let's do it! I'm leaving, I won't tell you anything about today—" Lockhart turned around in frustration, but before he took a few steps, he was stopped by Maca.

　　 "Professor Lockhart."

　　 "Is there anything else?" Lockhart said helplessly.

　　 For him, being caught by someone is really a headache. Now he wants to leave this place as soon as possible, immediately! immediately!

　　 "If you really need any help from you, there will be corresponding rewards for you." Maca looked at him and said, "How about a fresh and hot adventure story?"

　　 "Really, really?" Lockhart's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　 "I just feel that you may not be able to get your help by just relying on a handle."

　　 "Welcome to come to me at any time!" Lockhart was beaming.

　　 paused, and he immediately added: "But it must be within our power."

　　Maca nodded, and then took Wei Li to the library.

　　 "Why?"

Beside 　　, Willie looked up at Maca and asked.

　　 "What and why?"

　　"Remuneration."

　　Maca looked at Wei Li, and shook his head slightly.

　　 "I didn't say just now. If you want people to do things honestly, you must have equal benefits, otherwise the other party will not go all out."

　　 Wei Li nodded her head as if she didn't understand, she didn't know how much she understood.

　　 While talking, they walked quickly to a certain bookshelf. Maca glanced at the bookshelf, pulled out a book from it, tore off the content on a certain page, and wrote a few words on it by the way.

　　 Then, he walked back to Hermione again, and shoved the fragment of the book page into her stiff hand.

　　 "Although I have run a lot of sheep, the sheep pen must be repaired after all." He muttered to himself while squatting there.

　　 Even though Maca doesn't know what happened, the fact that "Ron and Malfoy did not conflict" can already be confirmed.

　　 Perhaps because of this, neither Harry nor Ron were punished.

　　 Harry did not go to help Lockhart reply, nor did Ron go to the souvenir showroom to wipe the trophy.

　　 It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library to ask for Hermione’s help today, only to encounter the attack of Hermione; Ron did not see Tom Riddle’s special contribution in the showroom For the prize trophy, Hermione didn't have the slightest hint about the secret room, so she could only look for it, and she hasn't gained anything yet.

　　 But Maca did not expect that it was because he taught Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy did not dare to use the word "mudblood" to insult Hermione again.

　　 This is the true beginning of the series of changes!

　　 "Even... It is very possible that Harry could not find Voldemort's diary at all..."

　　 This is Maca's misconception, but it is clear that the general change of the whole incident has been deduced by him.

　　"...Yes, yes, right here."

　　 Maca suddenly raised his head, only to find Professor McGonagall and Lockhart rushing.

　　 "Uh, Maca..." Lockhart looked at him~IndoMTL.com~ with a look of embarrassment.

　　 Then, Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall: "I asked Mr. McLean to guard here."

　　Maca shook his head helplessly.

　　Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart’s eagerness to invite credit, the liar's ability to adapt is good.

　　 "Professor McGonagall, this is a double attack."

　　 "Oh-yes, trouble you." Professor McGonagall sighed, "I know you have a very good relationship with Miss Granger, but now, she must be sent to the school hospital first..."

　　 "Yes, I understand." Maca said, "Do you need my help?"

　　 "No, but you can follow along."

　　 After Professor McGonagall sent Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quidditch Stadium-for the safety of the students, today's event must be cancelled.

　　Maca sat on the edge of Hermione’s hospital bed and looked at her calmly, without knowing what she was thinking. Wei Li stood quietly behind him, staring at his back without saying a word, her thoughts were also unknown.

　　 On the other side of the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey is carefully observing Hermione's situation.

　　 About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall brought Harry and Ron to the ward.

　　 "Maca!" Ron widened his eyes.

　　 "...you are here." Maca raised his head and looked at him and Harry blankly.

　　 "Do you have nothing to say!"

　　Ron glanced at Hermione who was stiff on the hospital bed, then leaped forward, clutching Maca's front with both hands, and knocking him out of the chair to the ground.

　　 "Don't you have anything to say!" Ron turned his hideous face straight to Maca, and asked again loudly.