Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 94: Everyone has worries

　　 When Harry woke up from the hospital bed, Maca had already left.

　　 In fact, Madam Pomfrey was actually unwilling to let Maca go first, but when she was overwhelmed by Maca's a lot of theories, she had to admit that Maca was indeed fine...probably.

　　 So Madam Pomfrey pointed her gun at poor Harry.

　　 Under Madam Pomfrey’s unwilling force, it didn’t take long for Harry to understand—it seemed that he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

　　 In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to make him happy.

　　 Hagrid gave him a bunch of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny blushed when she came and gave him a self-made rehabilitation card. If Harry doesn’t take this When Zhang Ka closed and pressed it under the dishes or fruit basket, it kept screaming an unknown song.

After 　　, the members of the Gryffindor team came, and Wood followed at the end. He had a hollow voice and looked lifeless. But he said to Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all, it wasn't Harry's fault.

　　 Ron and Hermione had arrived early, of course. They stayed on the edge of the bed and left at night.

　　 Everyone can see that Harry is not in good shape.

　　 But no matter what others say or do, Harry can't feel any better, because people know only half of his troubles.

　　 He didn't tell anyone what he saw ominous, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

　　 But the only thing he is not sure about is Maca.

　　 "Perhaps, Maca already knows something..." Harry recalled the warm and welcoming silvery-white haze at that time, and it was the thing that pulled him.

　　 He pondered for a while, but shook his head.

　　 By the way, the black dog has appeared twice!

　　Every time I saw that black dog, something almost fatal happened: last time, he was nearly run over by a Cavalier bus; this time, he fell from a broomstick fifty feet above the ground Come down.

　　 Is that really ominous, as Professor Trelawney said?

　　If that's the case, then, should the ominousness keep haunting him until he is really dead? Does he have to be on guard for this beast for the rest of his life?

　　 "Come to me if you have any trouble, and I will help you solve it."-Harry inexplicably recalled what Maca had said to him.

　　 But Harry always felt that he couldn't just rely on Maca like this. This is not what he should do.

　　 The arrogance of the little lion always ignites without fire at this time.

　　 By the way, and those **** dementors!

　　 Every time he thinks of them, Harry feels sick and humiliated—everybody says they are terrible, but no one else is like him. They fainted when they approached? No one else has repeatedly heard the voices of their parents before they die in their heads!

　　 And Maca can even use that powerful spell to drive them away!

　　 Late at night, Harry was lying in the hospital, and he couldn't sleep because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason.

　　 He stared at the ceiling, the moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains.

　　 "Oh, has the nimbus gone?" Harry murmured.

　　 At this time, he seemed to have heard the words of "her", and heard those words repeated again and again.

　　As the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's deathbed voice. She tried hard to protect him from Voldemort's harm; he also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother...

　　 All night, Harry wakes up from dreams, dreaming in intermittent sleep. He dreamed of wet, slippery, rotten hands everywhere, and creepy begging sounds.

　　 He woke up all of a sudden, but his mother's voice still echoed in his head, lingering.

　　……

　　 Just as Harry was tossing and turning, in a depression deep in the Forbidden Forest.

　　 "...Aragok, has there been a black dog running around in the woods recently?" Maca asked casually while preparing the potion for transformation.

　　 "Black dog?" Aragok clicked and asked a few words to the children not far away. Then he said, "It seems that there is one, but that little thing only moves on the edge. , Rarely go inside."

　　 "That's good."

　　Maca has no plans to make contact with Sirius Black, at least not yet.

　　 After he said, he shook the reagent tube, and then walked towards Aragog.

　　The experiment has been carried out several times, and Aragog is used to it—at least it won’t be as nervous as it was the first time.

　　As the liquid medicine was delivered into its body, Maca directly sat on a dead tree trunk beside him, quietly waiting for some changes that might happen next.

　　 Although in terms of data, the fit value of the potion of transformation and Aragog has been greatly improved, probabilistic events are always probabilistic events, and they will not become inevitable because of your expectations. .

　　 Seeing that Aragog’s abdomen and feet are gradually emerging some greenish green, and its eight eyeballs are also faintly showing a gray color-this is the state that appeared in the last experiment. Maca just calmly recorded the time and extent of the changes, and continued to focus his attention.

　　 At this moment, Aragok reacted further!

　　 Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only the chest, abdomen, and feet, but also the dark green on the back covered with stripes! Some things like scales are spreading from its forehead.

　　 "Hiss——" Maca glanced at its eyes subconsciously, but immediately moved his eyes away from her eyes.

　　 He felt that his skin seemed to become taut.

　　 aware of this, Maca immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured a small sip of liquid medicine into his mouth—that was the mandela resurrection potion he had prepared long ago. Just to cope with the current situation.

　　 Although he was caught inadvertently, the bloodline modification experiment was successful!

　　 "Aragok, how do you feel?" Maca looked at the experimental record in his hand, and did not forget to ask about Aragok's status as soon as possible.

　　He has to record this precious experimental data completely.

　　 "Yes...I feel...very good!" Aragok's clicking sound disappeared, and it seems that his change is indeed not small.

　　 "I think I did acquire the power of that thing," it said. "Although most of them are not complete, at least, I can go to sleep too-this will allow me to gain longer."

　　 "Your children will acquire more complete abilities, this is certain." Maca nodded and said, "However, I suggest you close your eyes, otherwise your children will not be able to stand it. So is your wife."

　　 "I think you are right..." Aragok said, closing all eight eyes.

　　 Until then, Maca was able to see the changes in Aragog.

　　 There is no doubt that its changes are significant.

　　 At this moment, almost half of Aragog's body has been covered with a layer of thin armor-like snake scales, and its body has become a little bigger.

　　 On its back, the color of the original stripe pattern is slightly black, while the rest of it has all turned into a dark green.

　　 Its chelated mouthparts seem to have become sharper, and the gloomy light on it faintly flashes, seeming to hide a deadly toxin.

　　 The most interesting thing for Maca is the round red spot on Aragog's forehead-perhaps, its descendants will give birth to horns like basilisks.

　　 "Aragog, we succeeded." Maca stepped forward and patted its long legs casually, but his other hand was already holding the wand handle in the sleeve.

　　 "Yes, I didn't expect it, it really succeeded!" Aragok looked very excited, "Thank you very much, this will give my race more chances of survival!"

　　 "Yes, my friend." Maca put his hand on its lap, and then said, "Your race will last as long as our friendship!"

　　 "Oh, of course, my friend!" Aragok said naturally, "When my next baby is born~IndoMTL.com~I will take my ethnic group and move deeper in the forest. Live! You can come to us at any time, except for you and Hagrid, none of us are welcome!"

　　 good! After becoming stronger, it became even more confusing...

　　 However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog has developed such a large ethnic group! This is also a kind of survival wisdom, and Maca feels that he can indeed understand this kind of thinking.

　　Perhaps, Aragog has promoted more than just strength-Maca can't help but produce such speculations in his heart.

　　 Until then, Maca released the hand holding the wand secretly.

　　 After repeatedly instructing Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maca left the recess and went to sleep in the dormitory. Today's things are so tiring, he does feel a little tired.

　　 Although he had confirmed the integrity of the soul at the beginning, he also denied the doubt of the permanent lack of emotion. Even today, he successfully cast the Patronus Charm to prove this indirectly.

　　 The fact that emotions were suppressed by some unknown force is beyond doubt.

　　 Casting the patron saint curse in this state is not only laborious, but also always makes him feel unreality of looking at flowers in the fog.

　　"Should I feel fortunate, or should I feel helpless?" Maca lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling and thought, "Well, in fact, I can't feel anything."

　　 That same day, Maca suddenly wanted to experience the kind of touch he felt in the Duke Bee Candy Store—he felt that that should be the key to cracking the test.

　　 In the confusion, Maca thinks further and further, and his consciousness gradually becomes hazy. Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.

　　 The night sky after the torrential rain seemed to be exceptionally clear, and the starry sky shone with blurred light.