Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 751: I’m bored

　　"...it can amplify and control the specific desires of living beings. According to observations, the fundamental manifestations of the affected are'self-affirmation','sneer at others','chasing power and power' ..."

　　 is still in Maca’s own office. He is writing at his desk with a quill pen. Every word and every sentence seems to be written without thinking at all.

　　 This is because what he wants to write down has actually been back and forth in his head several times.

　　 But this time, when he wrote "Chasing Power and Power", his hand holding the quill suddenly paused, and a hesitation flashed across his face.

　　 "No, it's not right."

　　 After pondering for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked over the sentence, and the original handwriting immediately disappeared as if absorbed by paper.

　　 "The chase is just a process, not a cause nor an end... Then, what will Draco do after gaining enough power... Superior? Pretentious? Have fun?"

　　 After thinking about it for a moment, Maca threw the quill back into the ink bottle, then turned the book in front of him a few pages. There, there was a word written in a larger font-Bewitching Monument.

　　 In fact, in the past few years, no matter what he is busy with, he has not interrupted his research on magic. And to say that the research is of greatest concern to him, it must be something in this book.

　　 "The Book of Sins"-After getting it from the "future self" at the beginning, he has rarely read the "original" again. Those stories are too real and too heavy, and it is difficult to arouse the desire to repeat them.

　　 But now this memoir is spread out on the table, but he still named it "The Book of Sin", and he hasn't changed even a word.

　　 This is undoubtedly that he is always reminding himself that there are some things that he must keep in mind from time to time.

　　 Regarding this second edition of "The Book of Sins", it records the unfinished research and records in the "original edition", which is aimed at those "sources of evil" that are full of disaster possibilities.

　　 The text he is writing belongs to a small part of the research on "The Bewitching Monument".

　　 "Hoo——"

　　Maca after hesitating for a while, closed the book again, and then tucked it into the waist pocket.

　　 Immediately afterwards, he backhanded the curtain behind him violently, and the afternoon sun outside the window immediately covered the entire office. The room that looked rather dim just now suddenly became bright.

　　 leaning on the back of the chair a little lazily, Maca stared at the tiny dust particles in the light, emptying his brain and feeling the hard-won quietness silently, and then he stretched hard. .

　　"It’s early for dinner! Otherwise, go to Hogsmeade to relax?" He bathed in the gentle sunlight on his back, and gently rubbed his swollen temple with his right hand. He muttered to himself, "Although some things must be decided as soon as possible to have more room for maneuvering, but if you are too anxious, it will affect efficiency..."

　　 There are many things in this world that cannot be shared with others, and here in Maca, he can’t tell others more things than ordinary people.

　　 If he doesn't know how to adjust himself, he is afraid that he will be completely overwhelmed by the many bad things.

　　 After thinking about this, Maca put away the legs that had been kicked under the desk when she stretched, and gently supported the edge of the desk to stand up.

　　The dust floating in the air suddenly collided with the airflow as he got up, and part of it followed the leaving Maca hidden in the shadow of the data pile.

　　 "Oh, yes," Maca said casually while pushing the office door open, "At this time, you should find someone who thinks straight about the problem and have a drink together..."

　　 said as he walked out, the door behind him closed automatically.

　　"...I hope he will have no class next."

　　 "Boom!"

　　 With a soft noise, the door closed.

　　……

　　Affected by the terrain and air currents, the United Kingdom is troubled by the rain that stops and falls all year round. But the altitude and location of Hogwarts Castle is determined, and the weather here is usually not bad.

　　 Today is the same. The front lawn is in the wind, and the grass leaves are swaying in the breeze. If you think about the alchemy competition venue that was just demolished not long ago, this sense of emptiness is even more fascinating.

　　Maca remembers that Dumbledore also liked to take a walk on the grass in front of the castle, as a little relaxation for him to take a break.

　　 It’s just that the thought that he even left the last moment of his life to this land makes people feel a little unhappy.

　　Maca wandered out from the foyer of the castle and walked forward slowly.

　　 The first thing he thought of, it was Hagrid naturally. If someone invited him to sit on the three broomsticks, he would be very happy to go with him.

　　 It’s just a pity. When Maca ran to the hunting hut and knocked on the door, the only response to him was Fang Fang, who was kept in the house for self-entertainment.

　　 There is no way, since he can get to the school gate by walking a little bit forward, then he won't be so stupid to run back again.

　　In just a blink of an eye, Maca, who walked out of the school gate, quietly disappeared in place, and when he showed his figure with a period of space expansion, he had already arrived at the small side of the pig’s head bar. Alley.

　　If there is no one to accompany him, he actually prefers to sit here for a while, because there is his favorite "Pig Head Bar for Butter Beer".

　　"Dangling——"

　　 The bell hung behind the door rang suddenly, and the sound was still muffled, and it sounded somewhat disappointing. That seems to be the same virtue as the host here-no matter what kind of guest visits here, he will not welcome him.

　　 "Boss," Maca smiled at the bar, "You know, the same way."

　　 "Sit down!"

　　 Inside the bar, Aberforth's beard spread across his chest shook slightly, his tone as indifferent as ever. However, the movements in his hand were very neat, and after a while he pulled out a dirty wine bottle from under the bar, and then opened it casually.

　　 "Here."

　　 The bottle of Butterbeer was put on the counter casually along with a tie cup. Because of the excessive force, some foam was even splashed, but it was wiped off by Aberforth immediately.

　　 Yes, even if it is Maca, who is already well-friended, he can only give him an extra "corkscrew service". Want to drink? Then fall by yourself!

　　Maca doesn't mind, of course, he has known the temperament of this brother Dumbledore a long time ago.

　　 While picking his fingers, he let the bottle float by itself, poured the yellow liquor into the glass, and looked around the store as usual when he came here.

　　 Since Charlotte came here from time to time to work, this dirty bar has obviously changed a lot of details.

　　 For example, some small ornaments above the bar, or a more detailed and clear price list, there are sporadic signs of improvement everywhere.

　　 Of course, the tone here is still the same-the windows are still so dirty, and the accumulated dust makes it difficult for outside light to penetrate, making the bar look so groggy regardless of day and night.

　　 "Puff—"

　　 There are still not many customers in the bar, just a random scan, Maca will remember everything around him. He then turned his head again and stretched out his index finger to touch the wall of the glass.

　　 A burst of invisible sparks swirled around the cup, and disappeared in a moment.

　　 "Ah, that's right—" He suddenly looked up at Aberforth as if something was ringing, "Is Dobby still with you? Hmm... I mean the former family kid Elf?"

　　"He left a long time ago." Aberforth frowned. "What can I do with him?"

　　 "Oh, no!" Maca gently shook his head, "It's just that I saw his old master today, and I suddenly thought of him..."

　　 "Really?" Aberforth glanced at Maca, "If you want to find him, you can go to Germany to try your luck."

　　Maca knows when I hear it, it was probably Aberforth who told the elf about his mistress. Only after that, it didn't take long for Lucius to find Narcissa back-the little guy must have been in vain.

　　 "I said, just asking..." Maca shrugged, and somehow turned to say, "After Charlotte comes, your business here will be much better, right?"

　　 Regarding Maca’s chat mode, Aberforth didn’t seem to have a cold. He immediately frowned again, and looked around at Maca~IndoMTL.com~ His eyes were somewhat impatient.

　　 Seeing that Aberforth didn't respond, Maca looked down again, as if looking for something.

　　 "Hey, what about the sheep I gave you--"

　　 "Enough for you!"

　　 Aberforth snapped a slap on the bar, which caused the few customers in the store to look back, but he drew back with a glare.

　　 "Boy, what are you here for today? If you want to find someone to talk nonsense, go to the three broomsticks and find the girl in Rosemerta, don't come to me and mumble and mumble and ask for something--"

　　Maca shook his head reluctantly when he saw it, then took a few big mouthfuls with the wine glass.

　　"It’s not that it’s okay to look for trouble," he put down his cup and smiled lightly, "I just want to find someone who doesn’t care much about anything to talk to... Just like you, the big things are in your heart. Probably nothing is called trouble, right?"

　　 Aberforth glared at Maca with a smile on his face, and sighed helplessly after a while.

　　"What's the matter with your kid?" He asked a little bit puzzledly, "What trouble did you have? If you want to talk about troubles, you have solved a lot, and you haven't seen you so tired and crooked like you are now? "

　　Maca thought for a while, put away his smile, and sighed.

　　 "Maybe... just bored, right?"

　　

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