Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1000: False Prophet

"Mr. Boenser, please take care of what happened before, and then... what Cathy said just now, please keep a secret for the time being."

Before speaking, Maca put on the shoulders of little Cathy who was still stunned, and left the dean's office with her.

"...Mr. McLean?"

In the corridor outside, little Cathy followed Maca step by step, the blankness on her face that hasn't completely subsided up to now.

"Well, what's the matter?" Maca said as he walked, "You want to ask, what should I do next?"

"Yes!" Little Cathy immediately grabbed Maca's sleeves, and said anxiously, "That person really said things that will happen only in the future, and... he said I will stay If you come down, you will'dead meaninglessly'... Is that really a prophet?"

Little Cathy will be confused, which is inevitable. After all, in this era, there are fewer and fewer wizards who have awakened the blood of the Prophet, and most wizards have never seen a prophet in their entire lives.

Even the Hogwarts divination professor, Sybil Trelawney, who has made correct predictions several times, can only be regarded as a half-hearted prophet in terms of degree.

After all, the true prophet would not be like her, only to make some decent predictions after being drunk.

On the contrary, when faced with little Cathy’s question, Maca said instead:

"I think that is a prophet... you know, prophets not only exist in legends, they are real. And in this world, there are not few people who can make predictions! "

Little Cathy saw that Maca was sure, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit more in her heart.

"That..."

She walked beside him holding Maca's sleeves, looking up at his face.

Feeling the little girl's gaze, Maca lowered her head and gave her a relieved smile.

"Just do what the prophet said! Anyway, I was planning to let you go to France..." He was talking, and suddenly thought about it again, "Oh, if there is no such thing If so, are you going to stay here?"

"...Yes."

Seeing Maca's question, the little Cathy who was following her stopped abruptly.

"I want to go to Hogwarts, study magic hard, and then use my abilities to help everyone like you, Mr. McLean... But that person seems to have the same idea that I have never told anyone. Clearly."

Speaking of which, she couldn't help saying:

"McLean, isn't it... even my idea is wrong?"

"Huh?"

When Maca stopped at the same time because he felt his sleeves tighten, he shrugged with ease.

"Did the prophet say that he wanted you to give up your efforts?" He smiled, "It's just that it's better not to go to school at Hogwarts. France has the Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not worse than Hogwarts. Besides, as long as you work hard enough, plus a little bit of good luck, you can become an outstanding wizard anywhere!"

……

Little Cathy finally failed to become a volunteer in St Mungo, but was taken to Black House by Maca.

The latter immediately left after sending her over, and hurried to the British Ministry of Magic with the potion bottle sealed with the strange substance.

But on the way, he has been thinking about what little Cathy said.

To be honest, Maca's heart is not as calm as he showed in front of Cathy. Especially the so-called "prophet" whom he said so literally, he himself was the first to disbelieve.

Because he is very clear, the prophecy is really from the prophet, but it has never been so clear!

Not long after, Maca who appeared suddenly in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic suddenly shook his head and said with a chuckle:

"No matter who that guy is...In short, this world is getting harder and harder!"

"Who said no?"

As soon as Maca muttered so softly, someone not far behind him took the conversation and followed his words.

"But, what should be done has to be done," the other party continued immediately, "Maca, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeon and temporarily set up-I told them to keep the cell Pack up as comfortable as possible."

"No matter how comfortable it is, it will be that way! We can be regarded as saving the lives of those Muggles...Of course, as well as their families. The matter is urgent, so don't worry so much for now."

After talking casually, Maca beckoned without looking back, and continued:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see first and talk about other things."

There are still as many people in the Ministry of Magic as before. Even if it is approaching noon, the flow of people coming and going is still very dense.

They squeezed into the elevator with Kingsley, and as the elevator moved and stopped, they waited until all those who were going upstairs were gone before they were able to descend to the level of the Department of Mysteries.

The dungeon cannot be reached directly by the elevator—they will have to walk for a while in person.

"It looks like you have indeed fully recovered?"

Walking quickly in the corridor, Maca didn't forget to check the physical condition of the other person carefully.

In fact, since the newly-emerging substance can lurch in the Muggle's soul, Maca feels even more necessary to examine someone like Kingsley whose soul has been burned by the black flame.

"Yes," Kingsley patted his sturdy chest. "Completely recovered--no, I even think it's easier to cast the spell now!"

"Oh, this should be normal," Maca nodded, "Because of the trauma, your soul has become stronger."

Like the Imperius Curse and the Heart Drilling Curse in the Three Unforgivable Curses, both curses will decrease their effectiveness as the number of times they are cast on the same object.

Thinking that Kingsley was so painful that he was burned by the black flame at the beginning, this was the sharpening of his spiritual will. Since he just lasted a long time at that time, he would naturally gain something.

While chatting, the two of them walked through the empty corridor, and quickly descended the stairs to the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic.

As he passed through the seventh courtroom, Maca sighed nostalgicly—if the old man Dumbledore was still there, he might be easier now.

"Squeaky--"

With a slightly harsh opening of the door, Maca followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the corridor.

In recent years, due to frequent disasters, many incidents have been involved, but it has made the potential dark wizards who have been making troubles in the past more and more peaceful.

Obviously, those guys are also taking their lives, don’t they?

So, these prisons, which are only used to detain ordinary criminals, are almost all empty now.

"Well...The efficiency is quite high. Has it been sent in more than ten?"

Maca looked at the iron frame bed in this large prison cell, and at a glance, she saw a dozen people lying on their own, with even breathing sounds one after another.

He first stepped forward and checked the condition of their souls one by one, and then he fell into thinking.

From the perspective of these Muggle souls, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in the latent state. If he conducts targeted induction, he can still perceive a slight difference with ordinary human souls.

But even so, Maca, who has mastered the rules of the soul, must be carefully checked before he can feel abnormal. This is enough to prove that Haierbo's methods are indeed extraordinary.

After considering it for a while, Maca nodded slightly:

"It’s true that these Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be isolated from ordinary Muggles... By the way, I had already visited Mr. Boenser in St. Mungo before coming here. Now, he should send a few therapists soon. By then, the regular Muggle care will be given to them. Remember to do a good job of protection."

"No problem." Kingsley nodded immediately.

After these two orders, Maca walked out of the cell with him again, and continued to wonder how to use the clues he had obtained from Muggles.

He has a hunch.

Although this clue seems to be a little bit unfinished at present, if it finds the right direction, it should be able to bring out a very critical piece of information.

It didn't take long before Maca and Kingsley got on the elevator again. When the latter found that Maca was about to go out on the atrium level, Kingsley was taken aback and then quickly followed out.

"Maca, are you leaving now?" He reached out and pointed up, "Don't go to see Scrimgeour?"

However, Maca, who was walking in front, turned around after hearing the sound, but gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don’t mind. It’s a pity that your minister may not want to see me now." He said, "So, even if you want to talk to him, you have to wait for details. I'll talk about the harvest later!"

"Then you just let him idle like this?" Kingsley jokingly whispered, "If we get something by then, he will be able to sit and share the credit again!"

"Let him divide it!"

Maca waved his hand indifferently~IndoMTL.com~ didn't say anything, and went straight to the hall.

To be honest, he really doesn't care about Scrimgeour enjoying the harvest, because the guy can actually eat quite a lot. What's more, these kinds of benefits are not easy to pick up now. Scrimgeour can stand on his side with gritted teeth, and he needs to withstand considerable pressure.

If the Cornelius Fudge was replaced, the entire Ministry of Magic would have been messed up a long time ago.

"So, Scrimgeour is fine. Now the problem is the International Wizarding Federation. That's not a small force. In order to contain them, Haierbo probably also moved a lot of hands and feet. ?"

In the hall, Maca thought about it for a while, then turned around and walked into a public fireplace and disappeared-you can see that his magic flame reaction when using Floo powder is still so scary!

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