Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 301: Who wins and who loses

"...McLean? I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before. Did you find the difference?" Sirius looked at Maca standing outside the door, dissatisfied.

Today's weather is actually quite good, the bright sunshine illuminates the earth, radiating the summer heat to your heart's content.

But probably because there is a gust of wind from time to time, talking about the heat is far less annoying than the previous few days.

The streets are still empty, and the plaza not far away is still depressed. People can't help feeling a bit of regret for this forgotten neighborhood.

"That's why I wanted to give it a try," Maca smiled indifferently. "Life can't always repeat the same life, can it?"

"I think you are just looking for the fault!" Sirius said irritably, turning around and walking inside.

Maca took a deep breath, then followed in with a calm face, and closed the door with his hand.

"I'm going back to the study first. I have something to do today. I don't have to wait for dinner."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Sirius to respond, so he turned a corner in front of the reception room and went to the stairs.

However, just a few steps up the steps, he heard a slightly rapid footstep behind him.

"Maca!"

He turned around when he heard the sound, and looked at Hermione who was hurriedly chasing him.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"You told me before—the practice of silent spells has nothing to do with the syllables of the spell, right?" Hermione ran over with a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right hand. Up.

"Yes!" Maca nodded slightly, "As long as you strengthen your understanding of the spell and keep in mind the technique of silent meditation, you will succeed sooner or later...Are there any other questions?"

"Uh..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, then thought about it again, "It seems... no more."

"That's good, keep working hard!"

Maca smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at the back of Maca's departure, with an inexplicable doubt on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question while doing an examination paper. Although the question is very similar to a sample question I have done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzling mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" In the reception room, Ron saw Hermione's confused expression and asked subconsciously.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head, and put the matter aside first, "Keep learning! We have to increase our strength as soon as possible and help everyone in the Order of the Phoenix soon!"

"Also pay attention to rest, don't be like McLean, day and night, you should enjoy it when you are a student!" Lupin smiled gently, "We came here too."

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On the stairs, Maca walked up steadily, and soon came to the door of the study. He gently turned the doorknob and opened the door of the study.

"Yo! Bastard Maca, you are back!"

On the sofa in the study, Lenny shrank and nestled in the pile of books, flipping through a copy of "Singing the Devil". Seeing Maca coming in, she waved at him lazily.

The study is actually not much different from when Maca left. At least Leni didn't dare to turn around here at random. She only saw the book "Singing Contradictory" in the corner of the book stack.

The curtains kept the hot sunlight outside, as always, so that no light could penetrate.

Only the magic lamp in the study exudes a soft light, there is no temperature, only light, and it cannot give people a "very natural" feeling.

"Well," Maca responded softly, then continued, "Lenny, you go out first! I have something to do..."

"Huh?" Lenny pursed her lips and reluctantly said, "Lenny hasn't finished reading it yet! This magazine is really interesting-why didn't you show it to Lenny sooner! Bastard Maca! "

"Get out," Maca frowned, "Or, do you want to stay and help me feed Xiaoqi?"

"No more!" As soon as Leni heard it, she jumped up from the sofa, her lazy expression was swept away, "Leni is just going out! Humph!"

Looking at Lenny bounced out of the study, Maca closed the door easily, then drew his wand and lightly tapped the doorknob. Only then did he hold the door with one hand and showed a slightly tired expression.

Immediately afterwards, his breathing was no longer as even and smooth as before, but it became slightly heavier.

In the battle that he encountered at the Ministry of Magic today, he was injured only once from the beginning to the end. Yes, except for Voldemort's sneak attack, he was able to defend himself with magic in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was attacked, he relied on the effect of "concentration" to respond in time, but in a hurry, he still suffered a serious injury.

Compared with the mighty power of magic, human beings are fragile, and this has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder there are many wizards who try to transform their bodies, even their bloodlines..."

He sat down on the spot panting, and slowly took off the wizard robe that had been renewed by the Ministry of Magic, revealing the messy shirt covered with dust inside.

Of course, this is just a positive look.

At this time, behind Maca, a hole the size of a basin made this shirt completely lose its meaning, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants with a strange dark red.

It's just that what was exposed in the hole in the shirt was not a **** wound-the trauma had almost healed under the effect of the potion.

On the back of Maca, among the remaining blood stains, a little skin can be seen. But on those skins, a strange black color replaced the normal flesh color, and exuded an ominous breath.

In other words, Maca suffered more than physical damage this time, but the magic damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort really used his brain this time!" He muttered to himself slightly sarcastically.

Actually, Voldemort's plan this time seems to be no big deal, but the effort involved is no less than those complicated plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood the excellence of Maca.

To put it bluntly, Maca's strength is not only based on magic, his careful thinking and accurate judgment are the real difficulties.

Maca McLean is a true "smart man"-Voldemort thought so.

But the more such a person is, the more they will unconsciously deepen their thinking when encountering emergencies, complicate simple things, and try to find the cause of the incident.

So Voldemort first stood on Maca's point of view and imagined how Maca would act next.

At the audio-visual conference, a line has been drawn between them by Maca, which makes the two truly stand on two opposite sides.

So, what will Maca do?

"He will guess what I will do next."-This is Voldemort's summary of Maca's plans so far.

As a result, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he planned to let his people into the Ministry of Magic, and managed to get the prophecy ball containing the prophecy of the year.

So Voldemort made the change very simply, designing an ambush attack plan that was so simple that he felt "stupid".

Even if this plan requires him to let go of his arrogance and dignity, but now, the pressure that Dumbledore's line puts on him prevents him from continuing to be proud.

Frustrated again and again, even the Dark Lord will start to look at himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Death to send Maca a "emergency situation"; then, when Maca was troubled by a non-existent "intent", he let go Self-esteem made a sneak attack.

This is undoubtedly a despicable and stupid method, but it gave Voldemort the hope of victory for the first time-at least when the first attack was successful, he did think so~IndoMTL.com~ The reality told Voldemort that his judgment of Maca was fundamentally wrong.

Maca has been struggling to improve his magical power. He is essentially a person who considers power and wisdom at the same level.

In other words, when Maca decided to become a wizard, he believed that the wisdom and power of wizards were basically the same thing.

And it was Dumbledore who made this judgment.

However, even though Voldemort's plan failed again, and even though Maca was almost thrown into that secret archway, Maca was not well.

Voldemort's current power comes from the Monument of Bewitching, and this power is naturally quite simple.

Maca has some understanding of a small part of the mystery of the Bewitching Stele, but it is only a small part at best. He has no bottom of the injury this time.

Through the perception of magic power, he was only aware for the time being that the magic power in his body had become stagnant because of some of the remaining black energy.

As for the physical exhaustion, it is only because of the excessive use of magic power today, which is actually secondary.

Sitting on the ground and resting for a while, Maca stood up again, dragging a weak body to the back of the desk.

He needs to find a way to get rid of the black gas as soon as possible, at least to stop the black gas first.

The sun is still shining outside the house, the summer cicadas have faded a bit, but the heat has not yet completely dissipated.

In the past, Maca would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer-he was this kind of person, but now, he has no intention of enjoying life.

"It's really a terrible summer vacation." Maca muttered casually while looking at her notebook.