Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 231: Return to Riddle House

The night is getting thicker in the cold air, and the frosty and snowy roofs and chimneys, the dry and tangled tree branches, and even the sculptures on the eaves of the store all seem to have fallen into that mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade has always been like this.

There is a cold and shady feeling everywhere, and it becomes invisible at night, a little like to scare people.

But the two bars here, in every dark night, use the dim red light from the windows to bring a touch of warmth to the guests at night.

Maca is holding a magical creature in his hands, walking slowly down the street, and walking leisurely towards the pig's head bar on the other end.

In Hogsmeade Village, the three broom bars and the pig’s head bar are located at the head and the end of the village, and the types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other, and they have always coexisted harmoniously.

In the past few days, it has stopped snowing in Hogsmeade, and the field of vision has also become much wider.

Maca looked around, and soon saw the faint light of fire scattered on the snow.

Turning right at an intersection, the old bar that hadn't been repaired for many years immediately caught his eye. Seeing the tattered signboard, it was a bit too shabby.

Pushing in, Aberforth in the bar casually glanced at the door with a dull bell-breaking sound.

"Huh?"

Aberforth's bearded face moved slightly, and his eyes widened.

"Good evening!"

Maca greeted with a smile, and looked around by the way, only to find that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth narrowed his eyes and twitched the corners of his eyes.

"...Good evening," he seemed to be holding back his anger and said dryly, "Pets are not welcome in our shop, you can tie them outside before you come in."

Maca shrugged and said: "Didn't I hear that you like sheep? Look!"

He held the rope in his hands to turn the sheep he had brought around, and then patted the sheep's tail vigorously.

"Altai big-tail sheep! Come from a long way from Asia...Look at this perfect curve..." he said, and then patted hard, "This fat and round sheep's tail is so great!"

Aberforth listened, and the corners of his eyes twitched again.

"I like goats! Understood? Goats!" He said in a low voice, "Are you planning to insult my biggest hobby in my life?"

"Is this bad?" Maca looked down again and slapped again subconsciously.

"You kid, don't understand the beauty of goats!" Aberforth kept the wine glass in his hand on the bar, and pointed at Maca angrily with his hips akimbo.

"Okay, okay...I apologize, can't I?" Maca smiled and shook his hand, and took the sheep out again, bolted it on the pillar at the door, and walked inside.

"Butter beer," he pointed to the stove behind, "Help me heat it up?"

Aberforth took out a wine bottle full of ashes from under the bar, and took the wine glass together to have a meal in front of Maca.

"Heat yourself up!" he said gruffly.

Maca shrugged, took out his wand and ordered the bottle and glass. After cleaning it, he poured the butterbeer into the glass.

Immediately afterwards, he swiped his wand around the wine glass a few times. With a flutter of flames, the liquid in the glass gradually formed tiny bubbles.

Soon, there was steam from the upper edge of the wine glass, and a rich buttery smell also spread out.

"Another so-called genius..." Aberforth murmured, "I hate geniuses."

"What's wrong with geniuses, they are not all human beings." Maca smiled, "When it's bad luck, no one can escape..."

"Don't you deny that you are a genius?" Aberforth gave him a look of contempt.

"As far as I know, I want to deny that other people's consent is needed..." Maca said, taking a sip from the wine glass, and then let out a sigh of relief." The so-called "genius" has never been self-appointed by the person involved. Doesn't you understand if you look at your brother?"

"He?" Aberforth snorted, "He is a genius at your age, and he complains all day that he has nowhere to display his talent..."

"...The older, the more humble?" Maca curiously asked.

"Huh...Where is there such a saying?" Aberforth said disdainfully, "A'genius' only knows to converge when he does stupid things! It's a pity... it's too late by then! "

Maca listened and couldn't help touching her face.

This old man is really right. Not only his old brother Dumbledore, but he almost went on the self-righteous path of no return...

"Hmm..." Maca thought for a while, suddenly raised his head and said seriously, "You are right! To thank you, next time I come back, I will pick you a goat!"

"Shut up!" Aberforth glared at him and said, "I don't want to hear the word'goat' in your mouth, like a little devil like you, such a wonderful vocabulary is in your mouth. Speaking out is an insult to it!"

Maca strained his forehead and shook his head helplessly-this one is definitely not saved!

At this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open again, the broken bell rang again, and a man in a black cloak strode in from outside.

"Get out!"

Aberforth just raised his head, almost glanced twice, and immediately roared.

"Huh?"

Maca turned around and found that the man was at the door with a loud shout from Aberforth. He was in a dilemma. It seemed that it was Snape.

"What's the matter?" He turned his head and looked at Aberforth strangely.

"This kid ran to eavesdrop on other people's conversations fourteen years ago and was blasted out by me!" Aberforth pointed to the door.

Maca turned around again, and took another look at Snape--everyone was wearing a hood! And... fourteen years ago? Can you recognize this?

"...It's time to go!"

Snape's voice sounded quite irritable, and after he left a word, he immediately turned around and walked out.

Maca looked at Aberforth with a complex expression, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"You have a good memory!"

He finished speaking, took the wine glass in one sigh, then put down the wine and walked out the door, and Aberforth just snorted impatiently.

The air outside was obviously much colder than the air inside, and Maca couldn't help shrinking his neck before looking at Snape.

"Use me to take you there?" Snape frowned, "With your ability, don't you need it?"

Maca smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "It's not impossible, it's always going to deviate from the target. No matter how you try, it won't work..."

Phantom movement is not a spatial movement, and it cannot be solved by calculation alone. It is more of a long-distance movement that relies on memory and perceptual residuals.

For the average wizard, just do it by feeling. But if Maca relies on feeling to cast spells, there will always be deviations.

At least, he will never be able to rely on accurate calculations to correct the offset of the coordinates until he has studied all the broken rule runes contained in the Phantom Shifting spell.

"As for where the problem is, I still don't understand..." He said helplessly.

"You better figure it out early."

As Snape said, he reached out and grabbed Maca's arm. With a twist, the two immediately disappeared in place.

……

Coming to Riddle's House again, it's another feeling.

For Voldemort, Maca has no longer been confused about the unknown, and now he probably knows the secret behind Voldemort's resurrection.

As for whether to continue exploring the "bewildering monument", he also had preliminary plans.

The original plan has been terminated, but some of it can be implemented in the current situation. It's just that he won't do anything casually until everything is completely understood.

Following beside Snape, after he pushed open the slightly dilapidated door, the two of them walked into the hall together.

"His--"

A giant snake comparable to the original basilisk occupies the hall. It is obviously the snake named "Nagini" raised by Voldemort.

The last time Maca came here, it was not here, but he bumped into it this time.

Although I don't know Voldemort... or what the Bewilderment Monument did to it~IndoMTL.com~ But since it can become so big, it has obviously grown.

It seems that most wizards can only run away when they see it.

In the darkness, Nagini's eyes were shining with wisdom, and his body was like a black dead man with a lot of black energy, looking fierce, but hidden shrewdly.

Maca doesn't understand Snakeman, so he doesn't understand what it means to "hiss". Judging from the behavior of this snake, it is obviously not difficult to guess-it seems to instinctively not want to get close here.

"Is it not much stupid than Aragog?" Maca pondered, "Is this a basilisk transformed by Voldemort?"

"Don't speculate about the greatness of the Dark Lord at will!"

Unconsciously, Snape was already in the play, and now he was seriously criticizing Maca.

Maca just shrugged, then stopped looking at the big snake, followed Snape up the stairs and walked upstairs to the study.

"Tuk Tuk"

Two light and cautious knocks on the door sounded, and the Death Eaters in the study turned their heads vigilantly and looked towards the door.

And Voldemort, who was sitting at the other end of the long table with his eyes closed and rested, suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared to the last time, there was obviously a strange black flame in his pupils, which kept beating inside, looking strange and strange.

"Come in."

His voice also seemed to be hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk for a long time, dry and solemn.

Following his words, the door of the study was gently pushed open, and Snape walked in first.

"Master, Maca McLean is here."

Before the words fell, even before the Maca came in, all the Death Eaters immediately opened their eyes and stared carefully at the deep and dim doorway.