Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1306: Burden or responsibility

"...I think it’s not a good habit to hide in the dark and listen!"

　　 When Delphi outside the cubicle uttered these words, Maca was stunned first, but then turned her head to look at the Mr. Ghost next to her.

　　"Please."

　　 He grinned and made a mouth shape, and then stretched out his hand toward the door panel, motioning to the other party to go out and carry the pot for him-of course, most of the people who were found were actually this ghost. Nor is it an act of shirking responsibility.

　　 If this one didn’t appear suddenly, and Maca was hiding here with bated breath, how could Delphi be discovered?

　　 "Uh..."

　　 Fortunately, this Mr. Ghost in the sewer is also an honest man... well, or a "gentleman", after all, Maca looks like a girl now!

　　 When he saw "she" seemingly begging to ask himself out of the tank, although he hesitated, he finally nodded and floated out through the door.

　　 Oh, Merlin testified! Maca really didn't make any "pleading" expressions. Although he pretends to be Luna, he still hasn't the consciousness of being a "cute girl" yet!

　　 If he had to say what he was thinking about when he let the other party out... it would probably be something like "If you don't go out, I'll have to give you a curse." Right!

　　 Of course, Maca’s thoughts are just trivial matters right now, and even he himself was quickly thrown aside. Because the next moment, he heard that Mr. Ghost outside apologizing:

　　 "Oh, sorry! I didn't deliberately eavesdrop on your conversation... In fact, this is my site. The therapists and many patients at St. Mungo know this!"

　　 "Even the dean would not say that this is his site, how dare you say--"

　　 Delphi looked like a ghost, but in fact, the guard in his heart was relieved a lot.

　　 Because in the magical world, ghosts have always been countless, and even the magical world has opened an office specifically for their placement, so that they have a place to stay, and they won't scare others from time to time.

　　 However, even the most terrifying ghost is often harmless. They can only yell at you at best, and then rely on their "death" to frighten those courageous people, nothing more.

　　 It’s just that the ghosts’ only and greatest specialty is that they probably live long enough. If something is heard or remembered by them, they might be able to tell it to your eighteenth-generation descendants in the future.

　　 Therefore, when Maca suddenly heard that Delphi was about to use an oblivion spell on the opponent, he was not at all surprised.

　　"...I'm sorry, but I have to use an oblivion spell on you. I think you should be able to understand-the content of my conversation with Miss Granger just now is actually very important. At this time, I I have to be cautious."

　　 "I feel a little sorry too."

　　While Delphi was talking, Maca couldn't help but say this quietly in his heart. But at this time, he had already hidden his figure, holding Luna wrapped in a cloak and quietly walked to the bathroom door.

　　The door has been open since Hermione had just left. Obviously he didn't need to bother to think of a way to sneak out without opening the door.

　　"Forgetting the curse? Oh no...no need it? I promise I won't say a word to others! What's more, if you accidentally delete a little more...no no, beautiful lady, Please don't come over!"

　　 "Don't worry, I am very proficient in the Forgetting Curse, and I won't delete too many...I forget it!"

　　Delphine’s last sentence was just finished, and a curse accurately hit the opponent's white body. The forgetting curse that directly acted on the mental body immediately shocked the ghost.

　　 Seeing that the opponent was hit by the spell, he looked blankly left and right, Delphi finally nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, Maca had already left with Luna.

　　……

　　 Since Hermione was still a step ahead when she left, Maca had to slip out of the bathroom ahead of time by relying on the Immortal Potion.

　　 Fortunately, he finally rushed back to the ward before Hermione, and put Luna on the bed that was vacant because of his departure.

　　 "To be honest, I don’t care if I am hungry, but I have suffered you for these two days."

　　 Before Hermione entered the door, Maca gently apologized while stroking Luna's hair while feeding her a few mouthfuls of water. Then, he silently took out an unknown piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket, and silently exited the room while maintaining his invisibility.

　　 After Saint Mungo was really out, all these unchanging "appearances" enabled Maca to finally relieve a certain part of the pressure in his heart and let out a sigh of foul breath.

　　 It's a pity, although there is still a lot of time before the end of time retrospect, the "ticking" sound still lingers in the ears, but this London city has no way to give him a leisurely relaxation.

　　The fog is shrouded heavily, and the streets are full of traces of curses. The sound of fighting in the distance can even be heard from a distance.

　　 It is not their wizards who have suffered the most bad luck in this city today, but the original masters in this city.

　　Maca looked at the street buildings covered by dense fog, closed her eyes slightly, and whispered to herself:

　　 "That's why I often say that I am not a philanthropist...because when I encounter disasters, what I think of first will always be the few people I care about."

　　 Yes, if he could spend so much time and energy on saving the city instead of Luna alone. Even if it is impossible for a while, it will at least reduce the number of casualties in the city.

　　 This is obvious.

　　 But he didn't—he didn't choose the latter of fraternity, but the former of selfishness. He was as timid as a mouse, not daring to face the reality of Luna's death, so that half of it was Luna's death, and most of it was the pain in his own heart.

　　 Doesn't he know these miserable scenes outside? Even if he couldn't see it, he could easily speculate, but he subconsciously ignored those things that would condemn his conscience.

　　 Now, Luna is probably okay, and he has no reason to avoid certain responsibilities anymore. When he regained his attention to what was happening around him, a pressure completely different from that brought by Luna's death suddenly fell on his shoulders.

　　 "A few hours before dawn...can't you do anything?"

　　Maca will never forget that he is still in the "past", and all the travelers of his time do will more or less affect the future world.

　　 Therefore, it's best for him to find another place where no one is-do research or sleep, and then honestly wait for the dawn to come.

　　 However, what Maca needs most at the moment is obviously not to rest, but to find a way to relieve the complexity and heaviness of the heart.

　　 "Boy, what are you doing standing there! Don't you want to die?"

　　 abruptly, Maca, who was walking on the street, suddenly heard a deliberately lowered voice, coming from directly above him.

　　 He then looked up and saw that there was an old Muggle man talking to him in the second-floor window of this street house.

　　 "Come on! Don't hang around in the street... In the past few days, I can see that many people have died in the street for some reason! Come up if you don't want to die!"

　　 Maca was startled when he heard it, and then nodded unconsciously.

　　Waiting for him to walk around the alley on the side of the street to the back of the building, he soon found the stairway of this small apartment and walked up the old stairs step by step.

　　 "Come in!"

　　 can still let people into their own homes in this period, in Maca's view, either a big fool or a good person. Of course, there are still some malicious people who want to beat other people's ideas...

As soon as 　　 entered the door, he smelled a familiar smell—in addition to the damp and musty smell of old London neighborhoods, the air in this old man's house also smelled of ink and paper.

　　 This is after a certain amount of long-term collection of books will accumulate the book flavor.

　　 As expected, he took a casual glance when he arrived in the living room, and saw that there were two large bookshelves in the room, which was probably a study, and it had long been filled with old and large books.

　　 "Mr... are you alone in the house?"

　　 "Ah, uh... yeah!" The old man nodded slightly, but quickly waved his hand, "Sit down first! If you are hungry, there will be some pancakes on the table~ IndoMTL.com~ You can bring it whatever you want. Eat..."

　　 "Oh, thank you."

　　Maca did not refuse, and sat down gently on the sofa over there, then picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. While he was eating, the old man poured him a glass of water and sat down opposite him.

　　 "Boy, what are you walking on the street alone! Why don't you find a place to hide?" The old man asked casually, "Like what I just said-these days, it's all messy things outside. You dare to walk alone on the street! Haven't you seen a street where there is no personal image?"

　　Maca heard the words, thought about it and said:

　　"Actually...I don’t want it either. It’s just that my home is destroyed and I have nowhere to go. After hiding in the ruins of the community for two days, I almost have nothing to eat and drink, so I came up Find it."

　　 He is naturally very good at telling lies. He can just find a reason to make do with it, and no one can say that he is making up and deceiving people.

　　 "Oh, is it?" When the old man heard it, he nodded immediately, "Then where did you come from this way? Didn't you encounter any danger? I have seen it in the past two days. There are many neurotic guys, holding a small wooden stick to push people everywhere, and they can actually emit light..."

　　 The old man talked in a whisper, but Maca seemed a little absent-minded. While the other party was not paying attention, his gaze moved slightly, and he glanced at the room next to the study that he had just seen.

　　 The door of the room is closing tightly.

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