Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 99: Guide and analysis

　　 At the door of the three broomsticks, McGonagall and Flitwick walked in with a flutter of snow.

　　 was followed by the big Hagrid. He was having a heated conversation with a man with a dark yellow-green bowler hat, a thin cloak, and a solemn demeanor—this person is the Minister of Magic, Kang. Nelly Fudge.

　　Ron and Hermione unanimously placed their hands on Harry's head and pressed him hard under the table.

　　Hermione cast a spell and moved a Christmas tree beside them to the front of their desk, covering them all. Harry looked out through the thick branches of the lower part of the Christmas tree, and saw that the four chairs at the next table were all pulled away. Then he heard the teachers sitting down with Fudge, muttering and uttering Several sighs.

　　 Then, a conversation sounded.

　　"A small glass of canyon water——"

　　 "My." Professor McGonagall's voice.

　　"Four pints of mead——"

　　 "Thank you, Rosmerta," Hagrid said.

　　"A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails——"

　　 "Huh!" Professor Flitwick said, and smacked his lips.

　　"Then yours is red currant rum, Minister."

　　 "Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," Fudge said in his voice, "I must say, I am so happy to see you again—you have a drink too, okay? Come and sit with us... "

　　 "Okay. Thank you—"

　　 Before Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, the doors of the three broomsticks were opened again, and a voice that surprised both Harry and them clearly came from the door.

　　 "Sorry, Ms. Rosmerta, before that, give me a... Um... Butterbeer, thank you!" The calm tone was obviously Maca speaking, and Harry and the others heard it all at once. "...I always heard that Butter Beer is very popular with my classmates, but I haven't tasted it yet!"

　　 "Oh-Maca?" Hagrid's voice sounded very cheerful, "I haven't seen you for a long time, since the last time-you know!"

　　 "Yes, of course." Maca said, "There are a lot of things to learn recently, and there is always no room to spare..."

　　 "Maca, listen to me—you don't have a signed application form—" Professor McGonagall seemed a bit disapproving. After all, she always values ​​the rules so much.

　　"Well, yes...but I think I can’t find someone to sign my application form."

　　Maca’s tone was still very calm, as if he was stating something unrelated to him. But the meaning contained in the words made Hagrid couldn't help but wipe the tears.

　　 "Oh-I understand, I understand how you feel, Maca."

　　 "Sorry, Hagrid, don't try too hard..."

　　 Hagrid, who has always been rough in appearance and slender in heart, seemed to have saved Maca, and Harry could even imagine the suffocation of being strangled by a powerful force on his chest—he had also experienced that feeling.

　　 "Um-maybe so, but -" Professor McGonagall tangled, "Well, okay-Albus didn't care if you went to the party-I mean, Professor Dumbledore. "

　　 "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall!" Maca said, "I will take care of myself—oh, thank you, Ms. Rosemerta."

　　 He picked up a large glass of Butterbeer and took a light sip.

　　At this time, Harry's heart jumped to his throat.

　　 He did not expect that not only the teachers came, but also Maca! He didn't sign the same as himself, but he sat swaggeringly beside the professor-it was incredible.

　　 Should he go out? Say hello to the professors? No, he doesn't have the guts!

　　 Hermione also seemed to be a little disturbed, her leg twisted slightly next to Harry.

　　 "What brought you here, Minister?" Rosmerta sat down beside Fudge.

　　 Harry saw Fudge's sturdy lower body twist on the chair, as if to see if anyone around was eavesdropping.

　　 Then he lowered his voice and said, "What else can happen besides Sirius Black, my dear? I dare say, you have heard what happened at school on Halloween, right?"

　　 "I heard the rumors." Ms. Rosmerta said, "But I also heard that a student is going to hold a farewell party for graduates--"

　　 "I don't know where to start getting angry." Professor McGonagall sighed.

　　 "Do you think Black is still here, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

　　 "Sure." Fudge said briefly.

　　 "Did you know that the Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" Ms. Rosmerta said, a little sharp in her voice, "They scared my customers away-this pair It’s not good for business, Minister."

　　 "Rosmerta, my dear, I am just like you, I don't like them either!" Fudge said uneasily, "That is necessary precaution... but you are right, I just met a few . They were very annoyed with Dumbledore-he would not let them into the castle grounds."

　　 "I think it's bad to let them in," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "These terrible things are floating everywhere, how do we teach?"

　　"Search and defense can't rely on them too much. After all, they are not reliable in the final analysis." Maca said calmly.

　　 "Yes, remember--" Professor Flitwick, a short stature, screamed, "We all know that Black can--"

　　 "You know, I still can't believe it..." Ms. Rosmerta didn't care how Blake escaped. "Among all the people who fell into the bad guys, Sirius Blake is I never thought of someone who would do this... I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time what he would become, then I It will say that you drank too much."

　　 "You know less than half of the truth about the matter, Rosmerta." Fudge said stiffly, "Very few people know the worst thing he has ever done."

　　 "The worst?" Ms. Rosmerta said, her voice full of curiosity, "You mean, is it worse than killing so many poor people?"

　　 "Of course." Fudge said. "I can't believe it. What could be worse than this?"

　　 "Fuji, I think it's better to change the subject—" Professor McGonagall interrupted suddenly.

　　 "What's wrong—oh!" Fudge was taken aback. When he turned his head, he happened to see Maca sipping butter beer.

　　 "Sorry, this is really not suitable..." he sipped his drink.

　　 But Maca put down the big glass in his hand and turned to face them.

　　 "I didn't expect Butterbeer to be so sweet—" he said calmly, "I mean, there is nothing inappropriate about it... In fact, I happen to know a little bit about the original things."

　　He paused, then continued: "The Curse of Courageous Faith, Betrayal and Escape, the deaths of 12 Muggles...Of course, there is also Peter Pettigrew."

　　 "Isn't it because Black later formed a gang with the mysterious man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice, "Also, what is the Curse of Courageous Faith?"

　　 But for the time being, no one has the time to answer Ms. Rosmerta.

　　 They were all shocked by Maca’s understanding of the incident. Although Maca only said a few key words, the people sitting here were all insiders. They knew it when they heard it. Maca’s understanding of the incident Obviously, the degree is more than just "just know some" as he said.

　　 "Oh-McLean, how did you know?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

　　 "Trust me, professor, this is not so difficult to verify."

　　 Maca's upper lip still has the white milk froth of butter beer, which makes him look like he has a white beard, but no one can laugh at this moment.

　　 "But--" Fudge also seemed a little uncomfortable, "Because the case is blocked, there are not many insiders in that case--"

　　 "My Lord Minister, I am actually more concerned about the details of the case than this." Maca calmly said, "In fact, I analyzed the principle of the magic spell used to blow up the street at the time, but The result surprised me."

　　 Although his expression is the opposite of the word "shocked", everyone cares more about what he wants to say.

　　 "Professors here--of course, and Minister!" Maca said immediately, "Everyone is an expert who has in-depth research on magic. I do have some...but I don’t know if you Have you noticed ~IndoMTL.com~ the nature of that spell?"

　　 "That should be a rather partial black magic that can detonate the magic contained in the flesh, but what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall said in a puzzled manner.

　　 "To be precise, it is a kind of sacrificial black magic, a kind of evil magic from ancient times." Maca analyzed, "Detonate the body, or detonate the soul-these evil magic are all It has appeared in the long river of history, but all of them have to be'voluntarily' to take effect."

　　 He reached out his hands and hooked his fingers, putting quotation marks around the word "voluntary."

　　 "Are you trying to say that Peter Pettigrew was voluntarily blown to pieces?" Hagrid said loudly, "No, how is this possible! Poor Peter..."

　　 "Shh!" Professor McGonagall was obviously blaming Hagrid for being too loud.

　　 "Actually, I want to say that this kind of black magic is generally self-sacrifice." Maca whispered, "Of course, this is not always the case! But at least, the success rate is the highest. "

　　"Are you suspicious of Peter?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "We all know that Blake is James' secret! The Curse of Courageous Loyalty is absolute!"

　　"Jaime Potter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell where they are, and that Black also intends to hide..." Professor McGonagall added, "This is James I said it myself."

　　 Ke Maca shook his head.

　　 "The Courageous Loyalty Curse is absolute, it must be true... But James... well, Uncle James's words may not be necessary." Maca said, "It's like Brother Weasley, Uncle James and Uncle Black is very clever and...cunning."

　　 Maca noticed that when he said this, a piece of glass in the side window of the tavern swayed slightly.