Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 140: Handicrafts from local materials

　　The days in Azkaban are indeed very peaceful, and there is no shortage of food and water-the Ministry of Magic will send people regularly to send supplies, and then the dementors will distribute them to each prisoner every day.

　　 This is also one of the agreements reached with the Dementors, because they are also unwilling to see any loss of these limited "rations".

　　 Although, many prisoners went on hunger strike because of unbearable despair.

　　 But at least, for Maca, this means that he can have a lot of time to toss his research.

　　 Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic left all his belongings outside before entering here, which made him unable to conduct a lot of research here...

　　 Recently, Maca has been using previously polished stone chips to cut wood.

　　 At the edge of the cemetery behind the Blackstone Fort, there is a densely growing Scots pine. Of course, they are very common in the UK and are often used as Christmas trees.

　　 But now, Maca has selected some branches and is constantly cutting out small sticks more than ten inches long, seeming to want to do some manual work.

　　 And just under his ass, a dementor is struggling. The black cloak on its body was too close to the color of the black stone ground on the island, and it was really indistinguishable from a distance.

　　 Suddenly, Maca dropped the stone in his hand and picked up the wooden sticks on the ground to examine it carefully.

　　 can notice that when he took it in his hand, he could vaguely see a small hole in the fracture of the wooden stick. He seemed to be preparing to stuff something slender in.

　　 "...It's alright." Maca nodded, then stood up.

　　The dementor under him immediately floated up, eager to flee far away. But it didn't expect it, Maca stretched out his hand, grabbed it by the neck and pulled it back.

　　 The silver-white light on his body instantly brightened, pinching the neck of the dementor with his left hand, suddenly lifting his right hand, and slamming it on the back of the dementor's neck.

　　 only heard the "click", and the dementor in his hand immediately struggled violently, waving its hands and feet frantically, but it couldn't hurt the maca that was surrounded by silvery white mist.

　　 Maca did not hesitate, and his right hand fell together, slashing the dementor's neck continuously. He was like a botched executioner, holding a blunt knife and cutting the victim's neck one by one.

　　 Under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult for wizards to injure dementors, let alone kill them. But the Maca at the moment was abruptly able to rely on this mutant guardian **** curse to do it.

　　 Finally, with a crisp "click", the neck under the dementor's hood crooked to one side weirdly.

　　 Maca threw the dementor who was no longer moving on the ground, then squatted down, and in a few strokes he tore off the dementor’s "standard uniform".

　　 It can be seen that although dementors are humanoid magical creatures, the bodies under their cloaks are quite different from humans.

　　 "Although it looks like a human with advanced anorexia... But it is clear that the outer part of the skeleton is not skin-it is more similar to a kind of stratum corneum," Maca turned it over and observed it carefully. "Well, there are'ribs' like humans, but there are only three pairs, and they are obviously much thicker... there are also'pelvic bones', but the shape is completely different..."

　　After several days of careful research, Maca held a bundle of small sticks **** with branches in his left hand, and a suspicious strip that looked like a spine in his right hand, and walked leisurely into the Blackstone Fortress. go with.

　　 The clouds in the sky are very thick, and from time to time there are lightning looming from the clouds. It seems that a heavy rain is coming soon.

　　 After all, working in the rain is not a good choice.

　　 Back to the atrium of the Blackstone Fortress, Maca sat on the floor on the stairs, arching left and right with her hands wrapped in mist, twisting the thing that seemed to be a spine with enough effort.

　　 Soon, as the sound of bone rubbing ceased, his right hand was gently pulled out, and a piece of gray was fluttered, and what looked like an old cotton thread was torn out by him.

　　Maca held it in front of her and looked at it, but she couldn't see anything just by looking at it.

　　 He drew a regular straw pole out of the bundle of small wooden sticks, and connected the "old cotton thread" to one end of the straw pole. Immediately, he was like threading a needle into a small wooden stick.

　　 Finally, Maca took out two short wooden drills from his pocket, one after the other, blocking the holes in the wooden stick.

　　 "Flock of birds." "Boom!"

　　 He took the small wooden stick in his hand and waved it lightly, but in exchange for a loud explosion.

　　 He patted his hair with a dark face, lest they keep emitting black smoke. Then, he took the "old cotton thread" from the stick again and replaced it with the next stick.

　　"Fluorescence flickering." "Kakcha——"

　　 This time it’s even better! You don’t even need to dismantle it—because the sticks are cracked on their own!

　　 I tried one by one with wooden sticks, but none of them succeeded. I have to say that this experiment can be said to be a complete failure.

　　 "Sure enough, the tools are too rudimentary..." Maca shook his head and whispered to himself, "The magic wand crafting process was figured out at Hogwarts before, but the precision requirements are too high... "

　　 said so, but here, everything has to come.

　　 In the next few days, the heavy rain continued to fall, and Maca also continued to brave the downpour to gather wood.

　　 This process is extremely boring, it's nothing more than cutting a wooden stick, putting on a "cotton thread", and then cutting the wooden stick... and so on.

　　 Finally, one afternoon...

　　 "...flaming flames!"

　　While the incantation was chanted from Maca's mouth, several flames rushed out from the tip of the small wooden stick, and landed on the rocky ground and burned on their own.

　　 "Um... the accuracy is still not enough, the distance from the target point is a little bit deviated..." Maca nodded slightly, "but anyway, it's done...ah, hee!"

　　 He couldn't help rubbing his nose vigorously.

　　 In fact, this is not the first magic wand made by Maca. But to be honest, it's really a terrible thing to make with such simple tools.

　　 He can feel that although the core of the dementor's stick is very smooth to use, there is obviously a qualitative bias. I believe that if it is used to cast dark magic related to the soul, it will be powerful!

　　 Well, although this "magic wand" with a length of about twelve inches is indeed a bit bad and its control accuracy is relatively low, its power is still very powerful.

　　 "Perhaps, this is the first magic wand in the world that uses the dementor's spinal cord as the core." Maca thought with interest, playing with the broken wooden stick in his hand.

　　 There is still some time before the next step of the plan begins. After completing his new magic wand, he didn't even think about polishing it to be more beautiful, but continued to work on other research.

　　……

　　 Just when the heavy rain in Azkaban had reached a violent thunderstorm, Harry’s side was sunny all day long.

　　 Speaking of it, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon, and Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically wrote to invite Harry to watch the game.

　　 But everyone knows that even Mr. Weasley, who has always been keen on studying Muggles, only knows a little about Muggle affairs.

　　 From the very beginning, they chose to use Floo powder to go to Dursley’s house. It was a mistake—their fireplace was sealed and there was a fake coal-burning electric stove in front of it.

　　 At this moment, there was a heavy beating from behind the fireplace.

　　 "What is it?" Harry's Aunt Petunia had retreated to the wall. She stared at the electric stove in terror, and asked breathlessly, "What is it, Vernon?"

　　 Their question was quickly answered, because several people were speaking behind the sealed fireplace.

　　 "Oh! No, Fred—go back, go back, probably made a mistake—just tell George to stop—Oh! No, George, there’s no more crowded here, go back and tell Ron— "

　　"Maybe Harry can hear us? Dad--maybe he can let us out--"

　　 So, several fists hit the wall behind the electric stove.

　　 "Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

　　The Dursleys, like two angry huskies, violently attacked Harry.

　　 "What's the matter?" Uncle Vernon growled and asked, "What are they doing?"

　　 "They—they want to come here by Floo fans." Harry couldn't help laughing out loud, and he had to restrain it desperately.

　　"They can travel on the fire~IndoMTL.com~but you sealed the fireplace...wait a minute!"

　　He walked to the fireplace and shouted inward across the wall: "Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

　　 The sound of fists hitting the wall immediately stopped.

　　"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　 "Mr. Weasley, this is Harry... the fireplace is blocked! You can't get out of here."

　　 "Damn it!" Mr. Weasley's voice said, "Why are they sealing off a good fireplace?"

　　 "They got an electric stove." Harry explained.

　　 "Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice became excited, "You mean, it's live? Is there a plug? Great, I must have knowledge...Let me think...Oh, Ron!"

　　 Ron seemed to have arrived, and his voice joined them.

　　 "What are we squeezing here for? Is something wrong?"

　　 "Oh, no, Ron," Fred's voice came out in an ironic tone, "It's okay, this is where we are going."

　　 "Oh, we are wasting time here." George said, his voice dull, he was probably squeezed against the wall.

　　 "Children, children..." Mr. Weasley said in a vague voice, "I'm thinking about what to do... well... only then... Harry, stand back!"

　　 Harry quickly retreated to the sofa, but Uncle Vernon stepped forward instead.

　　 "Wait!" he shouted into the fire, "What do you want to do—"

　　 "Boom!"

　　The sealed fireplace exploded, and the electric stove flew across the room. Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron were thrown out along with a large pile of gravel walls. .