Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 439: 15 minutes in the ward

"...You mean, there are really so many independent elves there? Really? Really?"

After Maca told Hermione about the situation on Roynal's Island, three "really" popped out in her mouth, and the excitement from the heart was immediately revealed.

There is no doubt that Hermione is a kind girl.

After learning about the abnormal situation of contemporary house elves, she often thinks about how to improve their unreasonable lives.

No, even if it is difficult, at least they should make their working conditions more in line with common sense—every worker has the right to get the most basic salary and holidays!

However, it is necessary for the poor house elves to understand this first. Otherwise, no matter how hard others work, they may not be able to get the best results.

So, S.E.E.S (Household Elf Spiritual Emancipation Society) came into being.

"There are indeed a large group on that island. There should be hundreds of them as far as I have seen... No, I think there are probably more than that!"

Maca vaguely remembers that when he first left the island, he saw a large area on the island beach. Leaving aside other things for the time being, in terms of combat power alone, they are all very impressive.

"It must be too late these few days... Next week! I'll send you to see them next week..." He thought for a while, "Those elves don't speak English, so I will definitely be right then. I translated it once. But listening to the elder elves said that regardless of the type of language, they can understand the general meaning of our words... Maybe it is a kind of talent of them!"

"The elves are amazing!" Hermione sighed immediately.

"Oh-with Maca's help this time, her activities are probably going to get bigger and bigger!" Ron leaned close to Harry and muttered quietly, "Speaking of which, she's seeing (Sees) How many badges have you made?"

"Who knows?" Harry shrugged, "I just remember the last time her Honey Duke candy jar was almost full..."

"Candy jar? Sizzling honey candy?" Ron said curiously.

Harry shook his head vigorously, rolled his eyes and said, "No, it's a jar of chocolate **** filled with strawberry custard — remember last Christmas? It was the extra-value jar that the Duke of Honey launched ..."

"Oh—Merlin's smelly socks!" Ron patted his forehead sharply.

"...but I have to remind you not to talk about salaries with the elves, they help humans out of interest. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you must keep their principles in mind— When I talked with them, I understood this deeply!"

……

After dinner, Maca said goodbye to Hermione and the others, and went straight up the stairs to the school hospital on the second floor. He really wanted to know more about what happened to Joshua before.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

After he gently knocked on the door of the school hospital politely, the door opened from the inside in a short while.

"McLean, I asked Minerva to inform you at noon. Why are you here now?" Madam Pomfrey said a little dissatisfiedly, "Visiting patients at night is not conducive to their rest..."

"Am I just coming back?" Maca smiled apologetically, "By the way, how is Miss Schoen's situation? Is Professor Snape's antidote prepared?"

"It should be soon, probably in these two days!" Madam Pomfrey obviously knew all about these work matters, and she answered without thinking.

"Oh, is it?" Maca nodded clearly, "Since this is the case, I'll take a look later..."

"You can think about it yourself! Don't you want to visit the doctor? Now, come in quickly!" Madam Pomfrey no longer cares about what he said, immediately urged, "Give you fifteen minutes, one There won’t be more seconds."

"Oh--please, can't you just get more?" Maca spread out and started bargaining.

However, Mrs. Pomfrey doesn't eat him. She took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and glanced at it, the action was simply neat.

"Are you sure not to go in? There are fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds left..."

"Okay, okay! I understand--"

Maca immediately raised his hands to show his surrender, and then walked to the ward with a helpless expression on his face.

The ward was as quiet as ever, except for Helen who was still lying on the bed separated by curtains, there was only Joshua with a stiff expression lying in the shape of a corpse.

Of course, this is a ward after all. Fewer people is a good thing.

As Maca passed Helen's bed, he pulled aside the curtain and took a look. Helen inside was still lying on the bed with a haggard face, her breath was a little weak, but she was still calm.

"Joshua?"

Maca came to another hospital bed not far away and called out.

"Mike...Lane..." Joshua suddenly opened his eyes when he was asleep, and then turned over and sat up quickly, "McLean! I...I have something...no, it's not me. It's Zoe... Zoe has something..."

"Don't be nervous, just speak slowly." Maca sat down on the tall stool next to the hospital bed and waved his hand casually, "Also, who is Zoe?"

"I am the master..." Joshua said, and suddenly there was another meal, "No, he is no longer my master...Lenny, his name is Lenny—I'm in his manor I met Zoe, a woman who was captured by Lenney."

"Lenny?"

Maca thought about it carefully, and found that she didn't have any particular impression of this name. This wizard named Lenny should be Greenward’s old partisan, but it was obviously not exposed to the public eye.

"And then? Zoe...what happened to her?" Maca motioned for him to continue.

"I...I wanted to save her at the time. I felt that I could mobilize my own strength... But, I seemed to lose control on the spot..." Joshua said regretfully, "I don't know what happened later. , But Zoe must still be in that manor! I think...I think..."

At the end of the talk, the cowardly boy started to hesitate again, obviously not daring to say anything to please Macca casually.

Maca looked at him for a while, then smiled thoughtfully, and asked nonchalantly: "Is that woman named Zoe very beautiful?"

"Yes, I've never seen her like this--oh, no, it's not like this--" Joshua, who was full of brains, was asked casually, and he subconsciously told the truth in his heart. Came out.

"Okay," Maca reached out and gestured, "You want me to save her, don't you? Of course that's okay, because I was going to go there, so it's not a big deal to save her by the way. Big matter. But I have to remind you, it’s hard to say what her condition is now, you have to be psychologically prepared."

"...is...is it too late?" When Joshua heard it, his face suddenly paled.

"It's not too late, I can't tell you. But since your old master will take her back, and hasn't dealt with her immediately, it means it's necessary to save her life." Maca After thinking about it for a while, I quickly figured out some possibilities, "Perhaps it is because the effect of dementia is not good, or maybe there are other uses...In short, as long as the woman named Zoe is smart enough, it may be still Saved."

After Maca's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still has a great affection for Zoe, but judging from his personality, it is really hard to say how much this affection occupies in his heart.

"That--"

"I'll be there when I prepare," Maca said, "but before that, you have to tell me the location of the manor and the defensive layout of the manor. Although the silent person under his hand is right I can’t pose a big threat, but it’s the United States after all. It’s not convenient for me to make too much noise there."

That's what I said, but right now the American side itself is messy enough, there is not much more than him.

"Okay, I will..."

After Joshua had said everything he knew, Maca secretly figured it out for a while~IndoMTL.com~ To be honest, it is not difficult to formulate a targeted plan. The difficulty lies in taking into account the reaction that the Magic Congress will make.

From where you are, you can find that sometimes the so-called "good" party will inevitably have more scruples. Creation and maintenance are always more difficult than destruction.

Maca sat on the round stool for a moment, and then continued to speak.

"...I generally understand what you said." He nodded and said, "I will be there tonight, and I will probably be back tomorrow... During this time, you are lying in bed. Just wait!"

Speaking of this, Maca seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly smiled.

"...You are now Madam Pomfrey's patient! Here, no one dares to tell you what to do," he joked, "including yourself!"

After that, he stood up, dusted his robe, and headed towards the door of the ward.

Only at the moment before leaving the ward, his sleeve shook slightly inadvertently, and a small black shadow quietly fell from the sleeve, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared under the hospital bed by the door and disappeared.

"...The time is quite accurate."

Just as Maca walked out naturally, Madam Pomfrey on the other side of the corridor opened her pocket watch and glanced at the time again, muttering a little bit in her mouth.

Before the voice was over, with a buzzing sound, the torches in the hallway began to go out one by one--the light-off time in the school and hospital was just around the corner.

Not long after, another oil lamp was lit in the corridor that was gradually dimming. Madam Pomfrey gently picked it from the end of the corridor, carrying it and walking slowly towards her office.

Night has already fallen again.