Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1040: Who are you talking about?

In Higgs' Potions Workshop, the lights are still dim.

　　 The thick liquid medicine in the crucible is constantly boiling, and the mist rises as the bubbles burst, and diffuses in this preparation room.

　　The house elves lined up by the two long tables are still working hard. They are like Muggle machines one after another, bottling, labeling, and placing the medicine, none of them dared to do unnecessary actions.

　　 Yes, as long as there is work to do, then the house elves don’t need to rest—even they might think so.

　　 But of course... Ms. Higgs doesn't seem to need to rest either.

　　"ding——"

　　 The glass stirring spoon gently knocked on the edge of the crucible, shaking the dark green liquid medicine hanging on it back into the pot, and then she carefully placed the stirring spoon into the cleaning tank aside.

　　 With her slight knock, a peculiar smell immediately floated from the crucible that had just been stirred in the crisp sound of percussion.

　　 To be honest, the smell is really unpleasant, and I always think it reminds people of the sour smell of vomit-by the way, it's the kind that has just been boiled!

　　 Ms. Higgs right now, but leaned forward a little bit, leaning into the dense smoke and taking a deep breath of intoxication.

　　 However, things that smell bad are still bad after all.

　　 Even if Higgs put on such an obsessive expression when she leaned forward, after actually inhaling the mist into her nose, she still had to choke loudly and hold back her throat. That surged.

　　 Obviously, what she likes is not the smell at all, but the cauldron potion itself.

　　"Cough cough cough...finally, cough cough...Finally," Higgs was still coughing, but it did not prevent her from sighing, "Finally the preparation was successful! Then next..."

　　 Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, there was an inexplicable crack in the cauldron. The movement was small, but the smile on Higgs's face suddenly froze.

　　 "Oh! No—"

　　 At the moment when she opened her eyes wide and whispered, the same explosion sound as the last time suddenly spread throughout the room, once again making the house elves tremble with fright.

　　 In fact, this was not an explosion, because even the silver crucible did not explode with it.

　　On the contrary, at this time, the liquid medicine that was tumbling and boiling, but solidified in an instant, without any liquid characteristics.

　　 "Tuk Tuk."

　　 Just as Higgs punched the table with an annoyed look, two polite knocks suddenly came from the door, which made her startled.

　　On weekdays, except for the purchasers of the other pure-blood families, basically no one will come to her. Today is not the day to pick up the goods, so why do people keep coming?

　　"Go to ask for your identity, and dismiss the ones that are not important!"

　　 Because the preparation of the potion just failed, Ms. Higgs was obviously in a bad mood. After she waved her hand to order the house elf to go out and check, she took her wand and knocked on the cauldron, emptied the potion that had long lost its effectiveness.

　　 "Yes, Rice will go now--"

　　 "No need."

　　 quietly, the entire back door of the workshop disappeared out of thin air, revealing four figures standing behind the door. Although the headed one was not very tall, the faintly spreading aura immediately made Higgs' heart shocked.

　　 "Hello, Ms. Higgs! Maybe you know me, but that doesn't mean I can omit my self-introduction-that would be too rude to you."

As soon as 　　 did not finish his words, Higgs saw that the other party took a step inward, nodding slightly in greeting:

　　"Maca McLean, Hogwarts...Oh, I'm sorry! I seem to be unable to call myself a professor for the time being."

　　 Higgs didn't seem to know how to take this sentence for a while, and after a little hesitation, she simply ignored Maca's strange self-introduction.

　　 "Mr. McLean," she said dryly, with a sullen face, "Although... although you can come to my potion workshop as a guest, it makes me feel very honored, but at least you should Tell me in advance?"

　　 Maca McLean, a young wizard who has grown up like a legend.

　　His appearance not only caused the two generations of the Dark Lord to fall at Hogwarts at the same time, but even the current ancient black wizard Helbo had to hide his whereabouts under continuous frustration.

　　 Right now, even those big families with rich heritage can only choose to wait and see in silence. How can Higgs dare to speak in a quiet manner?

　　 "Well, this is indeed something I owe," Maca nodded, but then said with a chuckle, "But I have come here, there is no reason to go back like this, right? "

　　 said so, but seeing that he didn't mean to be polite at all, he walked slowly towards the potion preparation table where Higgs was.

　　While walking, he continued:

　　 "As you can see, it was me who planned to place the long-term order, and Mr. Lu Ping and others just screened the person in charge of the cooperative workshop for me in advance."

　　 Watching Maca gradually approach her, Higgs couldn't help but feel an invisible pressure. This pressure didn't come from Maca's deliberate exertion, but she suddenly felt a little flustered.

　　 But the moment Maca walked to the potion preparation table, the moment Higgs couldn't help but want to take a step back to relieve the pressure, Maca turned his head quickly.

　　 "Lupin, Dunge, Sirius-you come in too!" He greeted the door, "Hurry up, I have to return the door of that workshop! "

　　 When Lupin and the three of them should also walk in, they saw Maca wave backhand—the door that had been lost before appeared on the door frame again intact, as if It has never disappeared in general.

　　 Opposite the potion preparation table, when Higgs was still surprised by Maca's unarmed spell, Maca spoke up again.

　　 "Oh, what is this... it seems terrible?"

　　 Higgs heard the sound and quickly retracted his sight from the back door of the workshop, and then fell into Maca's hands again.

　　 is that piece of parchment with scribbled writing on it!

　　 Perhaps it was the moment when Higgs' attention was drawn to the back door, the piece of parchment that was still tucked in an inconspicuous corner of the table suddenly ran into Maca's hands.

　　 While discovering this, Higgs' eyes immediately changed.

　　 If you look closely at this time, you can find that Higgs's expression has suddenly changed from being surprised to fierce, and after a little hesitation, it has turned into some kind of fluke silence.

　　 However, her chaotic and rapid change of mind was due to those reasons, and it is probably only she herself knows.

　　 At the same time, Maca on the opposite side seemed to not care about the other's expression at all, but raised his eyebrows slightly, reading the contents of the parchment from beginning to end.

　　 At the end, he first said to Mondungus who had just come behind him:

　　 "Sorry, Dunge! I thought it must be your memory error. Who knows... Well, I really blamed you this time!"

　　 "Yes!" Mondungus said proudly at the time, "I dare not say anything else, I'm pretty reliable in remembering things!"

　　 Looking at Maca Mingming holding an unusual parchment in his hand, but instead turning around to joking with his companion, Higgs could not help but pursed his lips a little uneasy.

　　 In fact, as soon as this Maca McLean appeared, the rhythm of the entire scene and dialogue was completely in his hands.

　　 As for the owner of Higgs, the magic workshop, he became the one who was led by the nose instead.

　　Now, will she continue to remain silent?

　　 In fact, as far as she knows about all kinds of information and rumors about Maca McLean, if she doesn't take the lead in showing hostility, the other party will probably also not do any aggressive behavior.

　　 Of course~IndoMTL.com~ Now the crux of the problem is still on the parchment-how will McLean react to this?

　　 Damn, I knew I should put that kind of potion trial production at night... But how would she have thought that this guy who had never had a relationship with her life unexpectedly broke into it? Come in her potion workshop!

　　 "I did not kill!" Higgs finally couldn't help but said, "I promise!"

　　"Is it too late to kill, right?"

　　Maca glanced at her casually, and then raised her hand. Then Higgs saw that the mixing spoon that he had put into the cleaning pool just now floated on its own, and flew lightly in front of the opponent.

　　 "Hmm..." I saw Maca approaching and smelling the residue on it, and quickly said, "Look, the stirring rate is not controlled accurately enough, and the demon-absent reaction lasts too long, so it caused it. The liquid medicine is condensed. And since the most basic potions have not been made, you naturally can't proceed to the next step, can you?"

　　 Having said that, he suddenly put the parchment in front of Higgs and shook it, then pointed to the next steps above and asked further:

　　 "He asked you to kill, you kill... What about the dignity and pride of your pure-blooded family? Where did they go?"

　　 At the point where Maca is pointing, that kind of cruel method of killing, I am afraid that anyone who reads it will be shocked.

　　 Opposite the potion preparation table, Higgs immediately shook his head after hearing this:

　　 "‘He’? No, who are you talking about... This ancient magic ritual is just what I bought from the black market, I, I mean it!"