Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 364: The shadow of death

()"... Severus, this is my last request from you... Give this to Tom, and then give this to Maca... You know what to do... They all have The way each should go..."

In the basement of the main castle at Hogwarts, in the office of the potions professor, Snape sat blankly behind the desk, with a pair of cold black eyes staring at the desk quietly.

In front of him, there was a small glass tube filled with some floc.

Although it looks like it should be a memory that has been materialized, it should be able to interpret its content if it is placed in a meditation basin. But the floc in the glass tube in front of me was not a normal silver white, but a rather pure bright silver.

Originally, there should have been a torn wand on this table, and that was something that would eventually be handed over to Voldemort. But right now, the wand is still where it should be.

The remaining small glass tube is reserved for Maca.

At this moment, the whole Hogwarts was quiet. It was an inexplicable silence, as if some unspeakable ominousness enveloped the castle, making people breathless.

Almost all the teachers and students gathered in the front court, which was a slightly withered lawn.

The weather has been a bit cold recently, but too many people have gathered here. With this number of people, it seems that even the air has been soaked by everyone's body temperature, and it has become slightly warm.

But even so, everyone's hearts are cold.

These days, it has been overcast for several nights. Although it is always clear during the day, but this afternoon, it seems that I finally can’t stand it...

A torrent of moisture is surging in the soil where the withered grass roots, as if it is heralding the coming rainy night.

At this time, maybe Snape is not here alone, right?

At this moment of silence at Hogwarts, the space on the horse road outside the school was suddenly distorted, and a figure appeared quietly.

"...I always feel that there is a strange sense of sight, the blood curse of the Blois family, what is it?"

The one who appeared there was Maca who had just returned from the dark alley next to the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After Mr. Blois used his entourage to reveal himself and took Willie directly back to Fort Blois, Maca immediately came to Hogwarts.

According to Mr. Blois, there is no indication on the title page of the ancient genealogy whether it can be sealed again, but in theory it should be possible.

So he decided to take his daughter home.

As for Maca, although he didn't have time to say more to Willie's father, he at least conveyed the results of his research on bloodline transformation to Mr. Blois.

Whether the other party believes it or not, if Voldemort has broken his faith anyway, his suggestion should be reconsidered by Mr. Blois.

In fact, if possible, Maca really wants to go to Fort Blois with Willie.

"...Bloodline curse...Seal magic...The flower of mystery...The origin of the Vewa...The ruined ancient country of the desert...Huge disaster..."

Maca, who was immersed in thought, hadn't noticed the abnormality of Hogwarts at this moment. He simply unlocked the defensive magic on the front door, then opened the tall fence door and walked in.

Even after stepping into the campus, he subconsciously backhanded a new defensive magic.

The staff of nearly equal height followed his footsteps, tapping on the ground all the way, accidentally destroying the silence in the campus.

"'Cause'...?"

A series of key words mentioned in the story told by Willie flashed through Maca's mind one by one, and finally stopped at the word "disaster".

"Ah!"

When Maca's mind suddenly appeared a few pictures, he couldn't help but whispered.

"Is it possible, what does this ‘curse’ have to do with the Monument of Bewitching?"

In the stone room at that time, the power of the Bewitching Monument in Voldemort's body obviously counterattacked. And what caused this to happen was the power of the curse exploded by Willie unlocking the seal.

Looking at the similarities between the two, they both cause huge "disasters."

"The bewitching stele, the cursed bloodline...The Gryffindor sword and the round mirror as described in the despicable Helbo tomb mural...could they be the same thing?"

Amidst the confusion, Maca lowered his eyes slightly, constantly urging his sharp thoughts. But when he got closer and closer to Hogwarts Castle, he finally felt something wrong.

He raised his head suddenly, trying to find the source of that strange feeling. But he didn't need to search any more, he saw the pile of figures standing silently in front of the castle at a glance.

"This..." As soon as he saw this scene, Macadam remembered what Voldemort had said, "Don't be kidding...Is this...impossible?"

In front of him, large swarms of little wizards gathered on the lawn in a pile, hanging their heads silently. And in the innermost part of the crowd, there seemed to be some professors standing.

Maca quickly took out a magic book, flicked it forward, and stepped on it, flying across the horse path, across the lawn, across the heads of the little wizards, and blew into the circle like a gust of wind .

Many people have noticed his arrival, and everyone's eyes follow his figure subconsciously until he falls on the innermost side.

"Maca." "McLean."

Many people called him habitually, but he didn't care, just staring at the lawn surrounded by everyone with a stunned face.

There is an old wizard with white beard and hair lying on the ground calmly.

A pair of half-moon-shaped glasses had broken and hung slantingly on his left ear; there was also a broken wand that fell to the edge of the grass not far away.

And the pale blue eyes on the old wizard's face have already lost the look that should have been full of wisdom.

"...inexplicable."

Maca stared at him for a long time, but only squeezed out such a word.

It's just that the voice hasn't settled yet, so he suddenly waved his wand, and a wave of magic power immediately spread to the old wizard. But soon after receiving the feedback, Maca frowned again.

Obviously, there is no breath of life in that body. Not only that, even the magic power in his body did not voluntarily block Maca's exploration, but was constantly escaping outside the body.

"Everyone is going back a bit, I need to do a more in-depth inspection."

In Maca’s indisputable words, both the students and the professors, with complex expressions, all stepped back. In the crowd, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at him worriedly.

Especially Hermione, her eyes are bloodshot, and her eye sockets are red, and she seems to have shed a lot of tears.

On the other side, Luna just looked at Maca silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

After everyone had made a clearing, Maca slammed the staff in his hand. A black fog skull passed silently under the old wizard, and then soared into the air extremely smoothly, rushing towards the sky.

The magic full of black magic like this made everyone feel uneasy. But under the current situation, Maca's unscrupulous appearance as a spellcaster makes people feel more secure.

"How?" Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the front of the crowd, held his handkerchief tightly, and asked with that trivial expectation.

Maca slowly turned around and shook her head sullenly.

"There is no soul left in the body." He took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly, and then said heavily, "Dumbledore... has gone..."

Maca's words seemed to turn on a stuck switch. A series of commotion and crying suddenly sounded in the crowd. The mixture of fear and sadness suddenly exploded the already extremely depressive atmosphere.

"...Albus."

Professor McGonagall kept wiping his eye sockets with his handkerchief, his voice trembling.

"Professor McGonagall," Maca walked up to her, first patted her on the shoulder, and then said seriously, "It's not time to cry, I believe Professor Dumbledore would not want to see this. One scene..."

After that, he turned his head and looked at the little wizards behind McGonagall, looking around for a week.

"Classmates, be quiet and listen to me!"

His voice was clear and loud, and under the influence of magic, it spread to everyone's ears.

"No matter what happens, Hogwarts is still here. We have nothing to fear! Although Dumbledore is gone, he must have left to protect Hogwarts and protect us—"

"He was from Hogwarts just like us. This is his home, my home, and our common home!"

"He is fearless for Hogwarts, and of course we can be fearless. No matter what we are facing, we should be brave because--"

Speaking of this, Maca waved his staff forcefully, and a dazzling blue-white beam of light burst into the sky, breaking straight through the thick clouds above his head.

In an instant, the beam of light dissipated silently, and a ray of golden sunlight fell down through the holes in the clouds.

"Because we are Hogwarts!"

When everyone looked up at the top of their necks collectively~IndoMTL.com~Maca patted Professor McGonagall's arm again.

"I will leave it to you next, let everyone return to the castle as soon as possible-and that is, patrols within the school area need to be arranged immediately in case of accidents."

At this time, at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Snape also came out. He stood by the steps in front of the door, looking up at the sky like everyone else, with a trace of longing and nostalgia in his eyes.

Perhaps most wizards have longed for powerful magic, and some of them have talents and have worked tirelessly. Obviously, Snape was one of them.

He has always been obsessed with the position of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor, and the reason is naturally obvious.

"Professor Snape?" Maca walked to the bottom of the steps and called out.

"Hmm."

Snape lowered his head and glanced at him, then turned and walked in.

"...follow me."