Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1020: Is it over?

? The windbreaker wizard's hesitation repeatedly, Maca naturally saw it.

Although the other party's hesitation is stopped, he still has a little idea in his heart, but whether it will happen or what will happen specifically, then he has no way of knowing.

So to be honest, before Maca descended to the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, even with his usual composure, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

However, no accidents actually happened.

"...Isn't this even weaker than the Dark Dead that Voldemort made out?"

In the dim corridor outside the dungeon, a torch flickered with a slightly faint light. Under the dim light, a figure seemed to have lost its will, wandering aimlessly in the corridor.

It can be seen that, as the Auror named "Hankins" said, these people are indeed unchanged in terms of appearance.

Does that look like... sleepwalking?

At least it looks alike.

Maca stood at one end of the corridor and glanced at the Muggles lying in front of him—just a few seconds ago, he had just appeared here, and it shocked the people who wandered around nearby. Muggle that has changed.

Unexpectedly, although these guys have become quite astonishing in strength and barely improved in speed, they can only be regarded as a group of Muggles in the end.

After Maca swiftly avoided all the surrounding guys one by one, only a few more powerful spells brought them all down easily.

"Well, I can't say that," he thought for a while, and then secretly said, "If they get close, it would be fatal to ordinary wizards... No, not even proficient in close proximity. The fighting Auror must be in crisis."

"Then...'wisdom'?"

He still remembers that Hankins mentioned the wisdom of Muggles after these changes. But now it seems that even if their wisdom is really reserved, it is really not much.

Therefore, although these alienated Muggles are not like the former Dark Dead-they do not have the black air to withstand the curse. Once hit by the curse, they basically lose their fighting ability;

To say that they are not dangerous to this world, I am afraid it is also improper.

Of course, in front of Maca, it doesn't make any sense for these abnormal Muggles to come.

While quickly knocking down these people one by one, Maca moved forward again and again with a rhythmic pace, checking every cell along the way.

When he reached the door of the last cell at the end of the corridor, he finally found the person he was looking for.

After knocking another Muggle rushing towards him to the ground, Maca quickly stepped into the cell and leaned down to examine each one carefully.

It was more than a dozen people lying on the ground all the way, all of them leaned up or down quietly, silently accompanied by the cold prison ground.

In the meeting room above, Maca learned that Aurors and Batterers had been sent to check the situation, and had not been able to return in time.

Now, he finally found these people.

The identities of these people can actually be distinguished from the costumes. Two Aurors and four strikers who specialize in fighting against black wizards, and the rest are knocked down or even killed on the spot. Muggle.

As for these Aurors and the strikers, it was obvious that all of them had lost their wands, and even four of them had broken their arms abruptly.

Although there is not much blood in the whole scene, people who see it will inevitably feel scalp tingling.

"I think I didn't expect that these abnormal Muggles will roam in such a wide range, right?" Maca looked at the cell at the deepest point and whispered to himself, "That's why I chose to stay here. Appeared, but they were all caught off guard."

After that, he patrolled and cleaned the entire ten floors of the basement, and confirmed that none of the Muggles that had been altered were standing anymore, before returning to the meeting room on the top floor.

In fact, since he went down to the present, it has only been time for a cup of afternoon tea.

"Mr. McLean, what are you doing... have you already taken care of it?"

Scrimgeour’s questioning sounded undoubtedly a little nervous-looking at his expression, maybe he was still worried that Maca had discovered some new problems.

But Maca didn't answer his urgent question first. Instead, he turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction of the windbreaker wizard who was still standing outside the door.

To be honest, the situation just seen below is really normal. Even if he doesn't come back this time, someone will go to clean up the situation sooner or later.

For example, Neville estimates it can do it today.

But then, what does the windbreaker’s hesitation represent?

After a little thought, Maca still didn't think of a reason, so he could only remind herself that the matter might not be over. At the same time, he also turned around again and looked at the anxious Minister of Magic Scrimgeour.

"The level of the dungeon is okay. Go open the blockade and gather all the Muggles lying on the ground!" He said, "Except for some killed by the Aurors and strikers dispatched earlier. No one kills me."

Speaking of this, Maca paused for a while, and then continued:

"...However, I must not be locked here anymore. Help me move them to a cell, and I will take them elsewhere later."

Regardless of moral issues such as human nature, the follow-up inspection will definitely use those Muggles that have changed. In order not to happen again, further research is inevitable.

"Also, get us something to eat! The stomach is full of dry food these days..." He said, turning his head again, and said to the figure outside the door, "Whatever you want to eat? Said, rest assured, Mr. Scrimgeour treats you today!"

……

This incident can be said to have just happened and ended.

Due to the timely disposal of Maca a few days ago, those Muggles have not been able to change in the Muggle world, which has completely killed the worst development in the cradle.

Now that I reflect on it a little bit, this is just the extent of the loss of six Aurors and hitters. Even Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, feels a bit grateful.

However, the fact that someone dies is someone dies. After all, this fact is a pity.

Especially Maca, if only he could add more protective measures in the cell.

Of course, let’s not mention whether he was still tasting the weight of life in his heart while rushing to fill his stomach in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic. Luna had just walked out of the principal's office at Hogwarts.

"Go to class! Those things you just said, remember not to tell other students... Oh, if it’s Miss Granger, it’s okay."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"

Looking at the other person after he had urged herself to go back to the office to continue working, Luna turned around and walked to the Ravenclaw Tower.

Not long after, she held a few textbooks and ran briskly to the ancient magic text classroom.

Although Maca has temporarily resigned, the course is still going on. In order to fill the vacancy caused by Maca’s departure, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter specifically to re-employ Professor Babling, who had traveled overseas to explore the remains of ancient wizards.

"Tuk Tuk."

The students who were in the magic text class heard the knock on the door suddenly, and they all turned their heads and looked over.

"Please come in."

Babling is a rather nagging middle-aged witch. In her class, she haunts her with endless words almost every time.

But after returning to work as a professor of Ancient Magic Text this time, her words were obviously much less than before.

In fact, many little wizards are actually guessing-whether she feels a lot of pressure because of Maca’s achievements in magic literature, so that she has become more cautious when she teaches. .

However, only a few professors, including Maca, knew that she was actually cursed in an ancient site in the Sahara Desert.

Although I have been treated, my tongue still doesn’t stick straight up!

"Professor Babling~IndoMTL.com~ Hmm... I seem to be late?"

Professor McGonagall had just asked her at the door of the office, and of course she still remembers it now. After blinking and thinking for a while, she finally found a reason.

It's a pity that this reason is too clueless to say-after all, how can anyone be late for most of the class?

"Oh," Professor Babling at the podium pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and waved her hand helplessly, "Ravenclaw College deducts 2 points, remember the shameful class... Well, I mean, Don’t be late for the next class."

"I see."

Luna nodded lightly, then ran to the seat next to Hannah, put down the textbook and sat down.

Not far away, Hermione, who was also attending this class, stared at her with a rather caring look, until she passed by her table, and did not continue to look back.

However, Hermione still didn't let go of her heart because she didn't look at it.

Even if Professor Babling continued to talk about the content of the ancient Rune, and the details are based on those compiled by Maca and added her personal understanding.

For students who love ancient magic texts, these basic theories are not even worse than those taught by Maca.

However, Hermione was a little absent-minded.

She knows that Luna's absence in the afternoon must be due to Maca's disappearance, and the professors probably still know... But what did Luna do?

No, compared to what Luna has done, what she cares more about now is whether Maca has already returned?

Looking at Luna's brisk look when she entered the classroom just now, Hermione couldn't help but become more sure of her guess.

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