Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 840: What do you think of me?

Sirius and Lupin both appeared in the Daily Prophet.

Of course, neither of them will be the protagonists in that magical photo or in the large text below.

The subject of this headline report is actually an article about the upcoming establishment of a new wizard residence in the British magical world.

The most striking thing in that photo is naturally Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic. As for Sirius and Lupin, they became human figures along with several other Aurors.

However, there are a few more members of the Order of the Phoenix in the Ministry of Magic, which is an indisputable fact.

Maca didn't say anything about it, he just glanced at the newspaper at random, and then continued to chew on his breakfast.

"...Well, this bean is good."

Speaking vaguely, he took another spoonful into his mouth and ate very comfortably.

In these years at Hogwarts, breakfast was his most satisfied. Not only the food is good, but the people and environment in this auditorium are also in line with his wishes. Everyone is a lazy person who is not awake, eating while yawning. This is what he wants in the morning. So leisurely and undisciplined.

Speaking of which, there seems to be a lot of owls in the morning shift today. Usually at this time, those little guys are basically astigmatized, but right now there seems to be an owl rushing in.

Look! As soon as he finished speaking, Maca saw another gray-white wing coming... Huh? Seeing that, how do you feel that the person sending the letter this time is himself?

Following the flapping sound of "flapping" wings, the owl landed gently in front of Maca on the faculty bench. I saw it stand on the edge of the table and stretched out its calf, revealing the small letter tube tied to it.

But Maca didn't get the letter the first time. Instead, he stared at the big bird.

The owl probably got a little hairy under Maca's stare, and even the feathers on his body were erected, and then he shook his body vigorously.

A few small feathers floated into the half bowl of soup that Maca had, but he didn't care too much.

"Interesting."

He stretched out his hand and gently picked up the feather in the soup bowl, twisted his **** slightly, and threw it aside.

When he took out a small piece of paper from the owl's leg, he saw the little guy flapping his wings and flying again, leaving hurriedly.

Maca held the note in his hand and looked at the other party hurriedly away, until he couldn't see it, he lowered his head and slowly unfolded the note.

"See you at the old place at noon."

It's just such a simple sentence...no, you can even call it "a phrase." However, this did not surprise Maca at all.

In fact, since he started observing the owl just now, he basically knew who the news came from.

Not long after, his hand holding the note shook slightly, turning it silently into ashes.

"It seems that I have to go to Azkaban again..."

While whispering to himself, his expression wasn't as impatient as the thought showed--seriously, he still had a lot of expectations for seeing old Eun again.

……

"...This class will stop here first!"

At the end of the third class in the morning, Maca on the podium waved away the handwriting on the blackboard while announcing the end of the lecture time.

After that, he recovered and added seriously:

"In fact, so far, everyone's performance is very good! As far as your current level is reached, it is no problem to go directly to the final exam of this school year...As for the next courses, I will further deepen the content on the basis of what I have learned so far, and hope that students who are willing to listen to the lecture can use this new knowledge in the future."

Speaking of, most of the new students in this classroom now decide to take courses based on Maca’s performance at the beginning of each school year. Now that Maca said so, many people raised their hands and prepared to applaud and cheer.

Unfortunately, Maca did not give them this opportunity.

"Okay, get out of class is over!" He waved his hand, "Don't be stunned! This is not the last class in the morning—hurry up and run to the classroom for the next class! The end bell has been ringing for three minutes. !"

After saying this, Maca picked up the textbook on the podium that was barely turned over, and walked out of the ancient magic text classroom for the first time.

It started snowing again today. The same white snowflakes floated in the white sky, and a layer of soft snow finally accumulated on the ground.

Maca, who didn't return to the office, just tucked the textbook around her waist and went all the way downstairs to the outside of the castle.

He savored the touch of the soles of his shoes sinking into the snow. He looked up at the mid-air filled with falling snow, and the mountains in the distance became blurred.

The snow in the sky seemed to remind him--days are getting closer and closer to Christmas.

Maca retracted his gaze, stepped on the snow on the lawn and stepped across the front courtyard of the campus, leaving behind a series of twists and turns of footprints. Until he walked out of the school gate, in the blink of an eye, the sky above his head was replaced with another boundless gloom.

The island still feels the same, with a sense of depression everywhere. And once a thunderstorm comes, the despair will immediately turn into despair.

If there is a choice, even if there are no dementors, I believe that none of the prisoners who are held here want to live here.

Maca shook his head and walked around a dead tree to the Blackrock Fortress.

At this moment, he found that the two Aurors guarding at the gate of the fortress were standing there well—he came a little earlier, isn't the old man here yet?

Maca, who didn't intend to spend more money, just hid his figure, and quickly broke the warning curse above the fortress temporarily, and stepped on the magic book into the blackstone fortress silently.

He was there to help with the defensive curse when he was strengthening the defense capabilities here. Now he has come and walked around. It's no different than going out for a walk.

It's just that when he found two familiar figures in the entrance of the fortress prison, he knew that even if these two weren't here for a walk, they didn't have to spend too much time entering here.

"Oh, Mr. McLean..." A young male voice suddenly broke the silence here, "I haven't come in last time. I didn't expect that the defenses here are not easy? You helped the Ministry of Magic. Did those guys do it?"

It was the young wizard who followed Old Eun last time. His tone was still so frivolous, but he didn't use it too loudly.

After all, if the Auror heard it, he would definitely be wasting time to erase the memory.

Oh, yes! Maca still remembers that his name seems to be "Seaman"?

But Seaman didn't expect that the old man in the wheelchair beside him waved his hand strenuously.

"You are not young anymore, don't always be so distracted," Old Youen said slowly, "Do you think you can judge others by your ability?"

But it can be seen that Old Eun has always been tolerant of these children who are not even his fraction of age. Seeing that Seaman curled his lips nonchalantly, he glanced at Maca again intentionally or unintentionally.

"Boss, don't you give me this ability! Don't worry, I have confidence in you, boss-in fact, when doing tasks, don't you prove this?"

Sieman has been a little skinny since he was a child, and he doesn't like to admit defeat. And after surviving Thunderbird's bloodline transformation in a desperate situation, his abilities have indeed grown rapidly.

I really want to fight, even Asaph, who has the ability to become a giant, is not his opponent at all.

Old Eun didn't listen to this child, so he stopped talking about it. Although Seaman is always so casual and unruly, he is already a reasonable man in his bones.

At least when it comes to treating him, this kid has always had enough respect, and that's enough.

"McLean," the old man suddenly looked at Maca again, and slowly said, "I don’t know if you have calculated it yourself since the last meeting? Well, if you do, you should find out , The best time to do it is almost here..."

Maca heard that ~IndoMTL.com~ didn't pay attention to Nahiman any more, and instead nodded slightly.

"Yes, I have counted." He said, and he couldn't help but spread his hands. "Just to be honest, I don't think the plan you mentioned can be completed smoothly-I thought about it. If I do it, the failure rate will be very high."

"Of course, I can understand your opinion. Your judgment is not wrong. I believe that the reason you made such a judgment is because the plan involves too high a proportion of calculations, and this is the Muggles What you are good at."

Seeing that the old man had reached the point, Maca nodded again to agree.

Old Eun saw this, but couldn't help sighing:

"But fortunately, the most important thing in my life is probably time. Don't worry! I have all the calculation models that I need... I'm just not good at regular runes, let alone Far has built a magic circle like Rowena. That’s why I need the help of candidates."

Speaking of which, the "rejoice" that the old man said was for Maca. From his own point of view, this thousand years of time is probably much more painful and harder than death.

"Remember that Rowena said, she said,'Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of a human being'. Unfortunately, I never understood it from beginning to end-she who would say this, what How do you like me, an ordinary sailor who can only winch up and down sails?"

When he said this, the old man's skinny face became a little bit more slumped, as if he still couldn't see what his former wife thought.

"Perhaps, she just fell in love with your waiting for a thousand years, right?"

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