Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 748: Eating chicken legs is also a sin

"...it was a deer, a patron saint of deer appeared in the backyard of McMillan's house. It told me that Draco had gone home."&1t;/

As mentioned earlier, using the Patronus Charm to spread the word, this is a spell technique developed by Dumbledore. Long ago, he had imparted a lot of practical magic knowledge to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, so of course this was not unique to Maca. &1t;/

Before, when Maca and Lucius mentioned Narcissa, they seemed to gesture to Snape inadvertently. &1t;/

After all, he himself must use the rune pattern. If he can save a little magic power, he can save a little. This is also to ensure that he is foolproof. &1t;/

"...is it still a deer?"&1t;/

After hearing Narcissa's words, Maca couldn't help but glance at Snape. &1t;/

The animal image formed by the patron saint curse will change with the mood of the caster. &1t;/

For Snape, for example, his patron saint of deer is based on his innermost obsession with the most beautiful and longing. It is a kind of greatest nostalgia for things that are hopeless and unavailable. &1t;/

Because, at the time Harry's mother Lily, her patron saint was just a naughty deer. &1t;/

"By the way, Mr. McLean, my husband and I are really grateful for Draco today! But... will he be okay from now on? Will he be the same after waking up? Nightmare... also Don’t do it again?"&1t;/

It was Lucius who was speaking, but he was actually asking instead of his wife Narcissa. As for Narcissa, she felt a little overwhelmed when facing Maca-she was still deeply awkward to express her gratitude to a teenager who was as old as her son. &1t;/

In other words, she is from the Black family like Bellatrix, and her arrogance in her heart is actually not much lower than that of that crazy sister. &1t;/

Of course, Maca doesn't care much about these little things. &1t;/

"Draco is all right," he nodded at the couple, "It's just..."&1t;/

He made a sudden turn, and immediately made the Malfoys nervous again, for fear that their precious son might have some terrible sequelae. &1t;/

However, Maca suddenly smiled lightly. &1t;/

"It's just that nightmares can still be done..." He shrugged, "Don't you usually have nightmares? I sometimes come here... For example, someone The dragon meat cake I hid in the drawer was eaten... Oh, that was really terrible!"&1t;/

While Lucius and Narcissa were in a daze, Snape twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, his expression somewhat subtle. &1t;/

……&1t;/

When Maca and Snape left Malfoy Manor, it was actually past lunch time. Lucius wanted to entertain them both, but neither of them stayed there to dine in the end. &1t;/

Being a professor at a magic school is not as leisurely as you think...No, it is actually quite leisurely, I mean, if you don't have so many "private things" to do. &1t;/

Just like the recent Maca, he had just finished his busy schedule in the alchemy contest, but he was a little disturbed by Helbo emerging from the ground. After finally deciding to step up the process of studying magic, he was embarrassed by the bronze kitty emerging from the knocker. &1t;/

It's just that, in line with the strange psychology of being born in Hufflepuff College, when he left Malfoy's house, he still packed an exquisite and delicious meal by the way. &1t;/

"Professor, don't you really need it? I have a lot of delicious food here, you can split it up... I think you know it, it should be over for dining in the auditorium by now."&1t ;/

Soon, Maca and Snape reappeared at the school gate in the front courtyard of Hogwarts, and Maca patted his waist pocket again and asked casually. &1t;/

"No more."&1t;/

Snape shook his head and walked straight in, seemingly wanting to go straight back to his office. &1t;/

Maca curled his lips indifferently behind him, then took out a greasy fried chicken leg from his waist, and gnawed along the path in the vestibule. &1t;/

It didn't take long before his mouth was full of shiny oil, and several little wizards who were walking in the vestibule after the meal stared at him and laughed along the way. &1t;/

But why Macca cares about this? He walked straight through the front lawn and chewed on chicken legs to the school hospital on the second floor of the castle. &1t;/

The door of the ward was open, and he glanced inside before entering, and walked inside after Mrs. Pomfrey was not present. &1t;/

"Hey, Sarah—" Maca said as he walked, "It's almost done. Even if an ordinary student breaks his arm, he should heal now. If you continue to live, you will not avoid others, but It is suspicious!"&1t;/

The big fat man has followed his father back to Egypt, and now, Sarah is the only one left in the ward. Had Maca not greeted Madam Pomfrey, she would have been driven out of the school hospital long ago. &1t;/

"Professor McLean, good afternoon."&1t;/

"Oh, good afternoon!"&1t;/

After Maca nodded at her, she pulled over the chair beside the hospital bed and sat down, shaking her hand gently, and the chicken bone immediately disappeared into his hand. Then, he took out another chicken leg from his waist and continued to bite. &1t;/

"It just happened to be something today, I think we can have a chat..." While chewing, he said a little vaguely, "By the way, I remember you said that you once wanted to find those who are good at The wizard of soul magic, isn’t it?"&1t;/

Sarah on the hospital bed heard the words and pulled the quilt in front of her, then nodded. &1t;/

"Have you found it?" Maca asked again. &1t;/

"I said before that there are very few people who study soul magic," she said. "However, in so many years, I did find a few..."&1t;/

"So, has anyone mentioned the composition of the soul to you?"&1t;/

Maca wanted this answer, so before Sarah could finish speaking, he interrupted her again. After Sarah heard this question from him, she lowered her head slightly to remember before shook her head. &1t;/

"No," she said with certainty, "if someone has told me, I usually don't forget it."&1t;/

After listening to Maca here, he couldn't help but pause for a while, probably sorting out his thoughts. After clarifying some of the thoughts in his mind, he went on to say -&1t;/

"Sarah, I once read such a sentence in a magic book," he put aside the hand holding the drumstick first, and said seriously, "'The weight of the soul comes from what evil cannot bear. Light.'...The person who wrote this sentence is Ragnar Bastos."&1t;/

After repeating this sentence, Maca continued: "The meaning of this sentence is actually not difficult to understand. Bastos wants to tell others that although the weight of the soul is almost insignificant, it is not The reason why people wantonly deprive others of their lives."&1t;/

"I don’t know who this'Ragna Bastos' is--except for the handwritten magic book, there is no record of him anywhere else. But when I opened that book At that time, I felt a little concerned about the sentence he left on the title page..."&1t;/

"I haven't heard of this person either. I don't seem to have read the book you are talking about." Sarah blinked and said, "But...is there any problem with this sentence?" ”&1t;/

Judging from Maca’s narrative, this sentence does seem to be nothing special. Isn’t it just a warning to others not to harm others at will? &1t;/

However, Maca waved his hand immediately. &1t;/

"Sorry, my explanation of that sentence is a bit redundant..." He smiled and said, "What I care about now is actually the word'guilt' in that sentence."&1t;/

"Last time, did you mention Voldemort? You said you wanted to find him..." Maca said, "Your guess was not wrong at the time. Voldemort's resurrection did have something to do with soul magic. Related. I don’t know...Have you heard of the Horcrux?"&1t;/

The number of people who know Horcruxes can be said to be pitiful, even if it is a magic school with a rich history like Hogwarts, it is just luck that there is a book written and completed by posterity. &1t;/

To be honest, the method of making Horcruxes in that book is incomplete at all, so I have to say something else. &1t;/

For someone like Sarah who squatted at home all year round, even if she lived long enough, it was difficult for her to have access to this extremely rare collection of powerful dark magic books. &1t;/

So Maca didn't wait for her to answer, but went on with her own words. &1t;/

"The Horcrux can store soul fragments, so that after the producer is killed, the soul cannot be far away from the world because of incompleteness..." He explained, "Oh, I can't say more about the specific content. I think Only one of them is borrowed, and that is to make a Horcrux-murder is required!"&1t;/

Sarah was still confused when she heard it. &1t;/

"You mean—"&1t;/

"It's'sin'," Maca said in a deep voice, "I think that the act of murder is accompanied by a certain curse, which is actually to amplify one's own sin at the limit, and to tear one's own soul. ……"&1t;/

"This means that the composition of the soul may contain the so-called ‘sin’!"&1t;/

At this point, Maca is far from finished, because he even has to talk about today's harvest after the concept of naming. &1t;/

However, ~IndoMTL.com~ just when he wanted to spare some time to come out so that Sarah could digest his ideas, a wave of magical power appeared from the corridor outside the ward. &1t;/

"It seems someone..."&1t;/

Maca turned around suddenly, but immediately noticed an old face at the door, which stretched several inches after he turned around. &1t;/

"Professor McLean," the mouth on that face opened and closed, and he uttered a cold word, "I think eating chicken legs in the ward is obviously a big'crime', what do you think? ?"&1t;/

"Uh, oh..." Maca looked at the chicken leg in his hand, then smiled awkwardly, "Mrs. Pomfrey, you are right!"&1t;/

　　

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