Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 152: Invitation from the dark

"Everyone, unite—"

"Unite!"

"We are not pacifists—"

"Non-pacifist!"

"Waving the stick, shaking the stick, and the tip of the stick pointing to the target--"

"Wave the stick, shake the stick, point to the target!"

"Very well, do it again; pay attention, this time we should chant the spell! Floating into the air--"

"Floating into the air!"

In the president's office of Durmstrang College, the current principal Karkaroff is reviewing some documents.

Since the last time Maca pointed out a "road of light" for him, he has become a lot more diligent than before. Many documents that he didn't read very carefully before, but now he began to think seriously and write down his comments.

Although his mind is still crooked-it is nothing more than using his position to attract people's hearts, but at least, he has begun to treat the duties of the "Drmstrang College President" with care.

However, the person who made him make this change seems to be a little off-duty.

At this time, just outside the window behind Karkaroff, a huge rock that I didn't know where it was brought from appeared suddenly there.

Kakarov, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, didn't notice it.

"Okay, pay attention to each other to maintain balance, 3——2——1——! Very good, you can let it go!"

"Boom!"

The loud noise sounded abruptly from outside the window, and Karkaroff was taken aback. The quill in his hand gave a "chick", marking a paper with an ink mark on the back of a document.

"Remember, this is the strength of unity!" Maca clapped his hands and said loudly, "Okay, everyone take a break."

"Is this the kind of application you are talking about?" Krum, who stood by and watched, asked eagerly after everyone started resting in place.

"Yes, this is actually the same as flying with a floating spell. As long as each person only controls a small part of it, the magical entanglement and interference between each other can be avoided to a large extent."

"Doesn’t that mean--"

Maca waved his hand and said casually: "Don't think too much, this is just a training that allows everyone to increase their confidence and learn teamwork. In fact, just cooperating to lift this boulder is already a It’s a very difficult thing, and it doesn’t have much practical use."

After that, Maca clapped his hands again to make everyone line up again.

"The rest time is over! The next is the quick cast practice in the duel technique! Everyone recalls what I explained before, and then try them in turn! The first row prepares—"

In a short while, a wave of skewed red light suddenly appeared behind Karkaroff, lasing towards the distance in a parabolic shape.

Kakaroff looked at the principal's room illuminated by red light again and again, and threw the quill on the floor with anger.

He has only one wish in his heart now, that is, he hopes that Maca can finish his affairs as soon as possible, and then roll as far as he can!

That night, Maca carried a dead frog to the big lake behind the school.

In the few days since he came to Durmstrand, he would often come out at night and sit here for a while. Today, it is still the case.

He first put the dead frog in his hand on a damp rock by the lake, and then took out a small tin box from his sleeve. He opened the lid and placed it next to the dead frog.

Suddenly, a dozen quick little guys quickly crawled out of the box, rushed to the dead frog and started to eat.

These are the egg sacs that Aragog, the eight-eyed giant spider, gave to Maca. They had hatched when they were in Azkaban some time ago.

The young spiders are quite small right now, but they are obviously two or three times larger than when they were just hatched. Seeing this amazing growth rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before they can be carried by the shrinking spell.

Probably because they have been together since they were born, they seem to be very close to Maca. When they ate the dead frog so much that there was no scum left, they crawled into Maca's hands together.

"The characteristics have not been revealed yet. When I grow up, it's time to test the results of practice..." He was talking to himself, but in the next second he seemed to notice something and suddenly turned his head. Looking through the woods on the right.

"Come out!"

As Maca spoke, stretched his hand to the tin box, and the young spiders immediately crawled in by themselves.

"Hello, Mr. McLean."

As the voice sounded, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak walked out of the woods. It can be seen that no matter it is in the hood or in the sleeves, some black air faintly leaks out.

"It's you?" Maca immediately recalled the guy who attacked Dumbledore with him.

The other party did not pay attention to Maca, but continued stiffly, "Master wants to see you, please come with me."

"Master? The Dark Lord?" Maca calmly said, "As far as I know, your master and I have some grudges! Do you think I will go?"

"This is an order. If you don't follow me, then I can only take you away."

He said dryly, without any sleekness in his words, as if he were a robot.

"How are you going to take me away?" Maca raised his brows, his right hand shook, and his wand slid accurately into his hand.

The man reacted extremely quickly, and saw his right foot slam on the ground, and immediately rushed towards Maca at an unexpected speed.

But Maca's movements were also very fast, a burst of blue-green sparks flashed, and it slowed down at a speed that the naked eye could tell...No, it was just the cloak that slowed down!

At that moment, a thick black air broke through the cloak, and went straight to Maca without any reduction in speed.

Only hearing a loud bang, the rock under Maca's feet was smashed to pieces by the opponent.

"An enhanced version of Peter Pettigrew?"

Maca controlled the gravel under his feet and hung steadily in the air, thoughtfully and authentically.

But the other party obviously won't let him stop there and think about it. After crashing the rock, he suddenly turned, dragging a long black tail and heading directly towards Maca in mid-air without any support. Fly.

Maca calmly controlled the rubble to move a few feet across, accurately avoiding the black air mass coming from the collision, and stared at it without blinking.

"What the **** are those black airs?" He kept thinking about it, but he still didn't get any results.

After the opponent didn't hit Maca several times back and forth, he seemed to have changed his strategy, and fell back to the ground and changed back into a human form. It seems that it is impossible to fly in the air without the state of the black air mass.

Looking at the man surrounded by black air, almost exactly like Peter Pettigrew. But obviously, this one is more difficult than Peter, because he can think a little bit, instead of just relying on brute force to fight.

The next moment, the other party raised his right hand, and the black air wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, scattered and turned into more small black air masses, continuously lasing towards the Maca .

Maca immediately fell vertically, leading all the black air to the ground. But when those little black air masses smashed onto the rocks on the ground one by one, they all seemed to be non-magical. They just smashed fist-sized cracked pits on the surface of the rock.

This prevents Maca from collecting any useful information.

"Since this black gas can greatly assist the flame of the fiery bottle, it is undoubtedly very high in magic content; but what it can cause is only physical effects?"

Regarding the nature and principle of this black air, Maca felt a little helpless.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly appeared in the forest.

"McLean, stop!"

When Maca heard the words, he immediately retreated for a long distance, and saw that the other party stopped too, and then looked back into the woods.

"Professor Snape?"

The visitor shook his greasy hair, his sallow face was not very clear in the moonlight, but his hollow and indifferent eyes were memorable.

Snape looked back and forth at the two men who were temporarily truce with a gloomy expression, and said impatiently: "McLean, if the master wants to see you, then you just follow along, why should you fight him? ?"

Maca curled his lips and put away the wand.

"Okay, I'm just a little boring, I just want to test the strength of this guy--since Professor Snape is here, too, can't you come out earlier?"

Snape gave a cold snort, walked quickly to Maca, and without a word he Apparated and disappeared in place.

……

In Riddle's Mansion, it still looks quite dilapidated.

There are spider webs, patchouli, and other things that will be found in all old houses everywhere, which makes it look very bad.

In the study of Kridel's House, it has a completely new look.

It was cleaned up here~ IndoMTL.com~ even expanded the space with the non-marking stretch curse, and put all kinds of gorgeous furniture on it. Near the door, many Death Eaters were sitting on their own sofas, and they would occasionally talk to each other, but most of the time they were silent.

The reason why they are silent is naturally the handsome and sunny young wizard sitting in the deepest part of the room.

Beside him, only one person remained there, and that was his most loyal follower-Bellatrix Lestrange.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, McLean is here."

At this moment, the Death Eaters sitting on the sofa straightened up, looking at the still closed door without exception.

And the young wizard sitting at the end of the room also raised his head, a strange smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, but his deep gaze made people hard to guess.

"Come in! Severus...and, my old friend, Maca McLean."