Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 115: Dumbledore’s thoughts

　　"...Mr. McLean, that's the situation," Celine said. "To be honest, my mother only fainted for a while and soon woke up. So, we didn't care too much."

　　 "But later, my mother's body became weaker and weaker... We have also visited St. Mungo many times, but we have not been able to find out why."

　　Maca nodded, and then suddenly asked: "So, is there nothing else in that swamp?"

　　 Celine shook his head and said: "No...or we can't see anything. After all, the poisonous fog is too thick there, and there is no way to go deep."

　　 "Manchak Swamp..." Maca pondered carefully, "Ghost Swamp... Voodoo..."

　　 word by word popped out of his mouth, that was some information he knew.

　　 But after a while, Maca shook his head after all.

　　"The U.S. must have a field trip...Send your mother back to the bedroom first, and I will think of a way...At least I have to get the things attached to the soul down first. ." Maca said.

　　 "...In your mother's state, that has reached a critical point, and it will definitely not be able to support our return from the United States."

　　The problem this time is really troublesome. As far as Maca is concerned, he is not sure that Celine's mother will fully recover.

　　The soul that has been swallowed can still make those things spit out again?

　　 "It seems that I have to trouble Principal Dumbledore this time..." Maca rubbed his frowning brows, thinking like this in his heart.

　　 To be honest, although it is a matter of the soul, Celine's mother's situation has nothing to do with his own emotional isolation. This matter can already be confirmed.

　　 But from a rational point of view, it is reasonable to stay away from this obvious trouble—in fact, Snape probably did just that.

　　 Maca who has been denying this way of judgment and trying to find his emotions, but did not choose to avoid it.

　　 Besides, he is really interested in things that can only devour souls.

　　 came out of the "Snow Witch", there was already heavy snow outside, and it seemed that he couldn't stop for a while.

　　Maca tightened her robe, staring at the wind and snow and walking towards the secret road...

　　 Hogwarts Castle is still empty, and the students are still enjoying a happy vacation. It will be empty for a while.

　　 But Dumbledore will never have much time for vacation.

　　 At this moment, he is still sorting out various materials in the principal's office, and by the way, he has to prepare the documents for the Ministry of Magic to keep on file. To be honest, Dumbledore is really free within a few days of the year.

　　 Just as he was immersed in various affairs, he seemed to notice something and suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.

　　 At the same time, after a few regular knocks, a voice came in.

　　"...Professor Dumbledore, this is Maca McLean, and there are some things that need your help."

　　 Hearing this sound, the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face seemed to stretch.

　　 He has been waiting, waiting for McLean this kid to come and ask him for help on his own--even if it's a small favor.

　　 This kid is indeed very smart and very assertive. Judging from how he interacts with people and handles things, it seems that he doesn't need to worry too much.

　　He is not like Tom Riddle, he is better than Tom and he is more capable. But what Dumbledore valued was the sincere heart he had hidden deeply.

　　As a wizard, a wizard who will eventually become stronger, this is particularly important.

　　 But right now, McLean, the kid, is embarking on the old path he once gave up. The road was too rough and hard, and the burden to bear was one after another, and even Dumbledore could not go on.

　　 He is really worried, whether this child will be crushed, crushed, and go the wrong way in the confusion.

　　 As a teacher who taught students like Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to wait this time.

　　 He will no longer rashly encourage the students he values, but he will not interfere or force corrections. What he is doing is just trusting a smart child and giving guidance when he actively seeks help, nothing more.

　　 "Come in," Dumbledore said loudly.

　　 The door opened automatically, and Maca walked in without hesitation.

　　 "Professor," said Maca, "you must have heard about the witch yesterday--"

　　 Dumbledore nodded, motioning for him to continue.

　　 "When I went to visit her mother today, I found something strange." Maca continued, "In my judgment, the therapist at St. Mungo misdiagnosed her mother's illness, so I personally gave her mother Did a check."

　　He emphasized his tone and said solemnly: "I found something strange in her mother's soul-it is a kind of smoke-like thing, they are constantly eating and devouring the soul..."

　　 "And now, her mother's soul is already mutilated."

　　 Dumbledore strained his face when he heard this.

　　 Devouring the soul, everything that involves this situation is generally not a trivial matter.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Maca briefly talked about the Manchak Swamp, but Dumbledore immediately shook his head.

　　 "I know that place," he said calmly, "You can't go there without a last resort."

After 　　, he said to Maca: "Bring her mother here... Or, do you want me to do something else?"

　　 Maca shook his head and said: "No, it's just this thing, it's a little beyond my ability--for the soul, I just learned some fur."

　　"For the time being, there is no way to start, and her mother can't wait anymore."

　　 Dumbledore stared at Maca with piercing eyes for a while, then said, "That's it, McLean, bring her to me."

After 　　 Mackaxie, he hurriedly left.

　　 "The mind is firm and the goal is clear..." Dumbledore looked at the closed door and nodded secretly. Affirming the past self...this is the most precious."

　　……

　　 After New Year's Day, everyone was back to school, and Scabbard also unexpectedly returned to Ron’s bed, which made him a little happy-but it looked even more listless.

　　 The next day, the school started.

　　 Two hours on the playground in the cold January morning is the last thing everyone wants to do; but Hagrid raised a large fire with fire monsters inside, for everyone’s fun, and the students I had a very good class—they collected dead branches and leaves to keep the fire going, and the flame-loving lizards jumped around on the burnt, red wood block.

　　The first divination class of the new semester is much worse than this.

　　 Professor Trelawney is now teaching them palmistry, and she lost no time in telling Harry that the lifeline in his hand was the shortest she had ever seen.

　　 Soon, the morning class is over.

　　 "He still has a sick face, isn't he?" Ron was talking about Professor Lupin in the last class in the morning.

　　 They are walking in the corridor, going to lunch.

　　 "What do you think is wrong with him?" Ron said curiously.

　　 Just then, there was a loud and impatient "beep" behind them. It was Hermione, she had been sitting under a suit of armor, sorting her schoolbag. There are too many books to close the schoolbag.

　　 "What are you saying to us?" Ron asked her impatiently.

　　 "That's the sound of car horns..." Harry explained, afraid that Ron would not understand.

　　 "Nothing." Hermione said proudly, and put her schoolbag back on her shoulder.

　　 "No, what's wrong." Ron said, "I just said I didn't know what was wrong with Lupin, you just--"

　　 "Ah, isn't that obvious?" Hermione said, with a sense of superiority that made people maddeningly angry.

　　 "If you don't want to tell us, don't say it!" Ron said loudly.

　　 "Okay." Hermione said arrogantly, and then left.

　　 "She doesn't know either," Ron said, glaring at Hermione angrily. "She just wants us to talk to her again."

　　 Harry shrugged and said, "You should be polite. Didn't Hermione specially find Professor McGonagall for Shaban... Although Shaban was gone..."

　　 "Yeah, yeah," Ron sighed~IndoMTL.com~Well, I think I should... But, I can't help seeing her like that! "

　　 "She also resisted not telling Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt, so bear with it!" Harry is in a good mood now, he is going to ride the best broomstick on the field!

　　 And recently, his patron saint has become more and more proficient, which is also an exciting thing.

　　"Let’s continue talking about Professor Lupin..."

　　 One week after the semester started, Ravenclaw and Slytherin played a match.

　　 Slytherin won, but the score was close.

　　 According to Wood, this is good news for the Gryffindor team. Because if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw, it can still be second.

　　 Therefore, Wood increased his training time to five times a week-which meant that Harry only had two nights a week for homework.

　　 Even so, Harry did not appear to be as tired as Hermione.

　　Hermione took too many courses, and the burden of the courses finally appeared on her.

　　 Every night, Hermione is bound to appear in the corner of the common room. On the tables in front of him are various textbooks: arithmetic diagrams, various magic dictionaries, Muggle lifting diagrams, and A wide range of notes... She seldom talks to others, and if someone disturbs her, she will speak abusively.

　　 "How did she deal with it?"

　　 One night, Ron murmured to Harry when Harry was about to finish a essay on undetectable poisons arranged by Snape.

　　 Harry looked up, and Hermione was sitting behind a pile of crumbling books, almost out of sight.

　　 "She looks like Maca lately..." Harry said, "Um... what to deal with?"