Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1459: Interrupted induction

"No! Kill me! Please kill me... I don't want to become a monster who can only attack others like them... Never..."

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "Ah! You... uh, wait! I... I can move? I can talk?"

　　 The witch, who had just been awakened and sat up on the bed, bumped his forehead against Maca in the nose, staggered back a few steps, and then sat down on the chair behind him.

　　 I saw him clutching his sore nose, looking helplessly at the overly excited survivor, and finally couldn't help but sigh slightly.

　　 "Yes, ma'am, you can move."

　　 Hearing Maca’s words with a strong nasal voice, the young witch who was in a state of stunned suddenly turned her head, and a wave of apologize suddenly appeared on her face.

　　 "I'm sorry... Sir, I'm sorry! It's me too—"

　　 "No, no, it's okay," Maca waved his hand, simply sat on the chair and replied, and then sighed with emotion, "Neville has done a good job of preparation, and the position of the chair is just right. "

　　 "What, what?"

　　 Seeing that the other party was obviously confused and at a loss, Maca stroked the bridge of his nose again, and then squeezed out a smile and said:

　　 "No, I was just talking to myself... Well, ma'am, is it okay?"

　　"Um...very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me... Although I couldn't move just now, I was really awake...Oh, that...because I was so flustered I’m really sorry to have arrived at you."

　　Maca heard her apologize again, and busy shook her head again.

　　"Madam, it’s okay...I understand that when you are awake but completely immobile, people are really easy to panic. Maybe you think that is a precursor of'living corpse', but... …Well, although it cannot be said that it is wrong, at least in a short period of time, you will definitely not become like that."

　　 "In a short time?"

　　 The other party obviously heard the key points in Maca's words all at once-needless to say, anyone who knows that he might become a living corpse will inevitably have fear in his heart.

　　"Oh! Don’t worry... Maybe when you were in the fog of London, you had already confirmed the status quo. But I still want to say something presumptuously-at least before you die, the situation you imagined It will never happen. After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called "living corpse" is that it must be the body of the "dead"."

　　 "That's why it's a ‘living corpse’...?"

　　 After hearing this, the young witch who was sitting on the hospital bed in a panic, seemed to finally settle for a little while, and his mind turned again.

　　After calming down a little, she frowned again, and said to Maca with a complex expression:

　　 "Although I have said it just now, I still want to thank you solemnly once again-if it weren't for your help, I... To be honest, when I think of the feeling of being completely immobile just now, I really want to I can’t even die...that’s terrible!"

　　 "Well," Maca nodded slowly at the other party as if comforting, and then confessed, "Madam...Although there is one more thing I don't want to say, but in order to prevent another panic in the future, I I think you still have to know in advance. That is—"

　　 At this point, Maca paused first, and then allowed the other party a little more time for psychological preparation.

　　 Then, he continued:

　　"Madam, I think the state you hate should still happen again."

　　 "What!"

　　 "Don't worry, listen to me--" Maca raised her hand, beckoning her not to be nervous, "What I want to tell you is, if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because it is only temporary I will arrange someone to take special care of you here, and when that happens, they will notify me in time to come over and wake you up again as just now."

　　 "Ah...really? This, in this case..."

　　 The witch on the hospital bed was hesitating, suddenly staring at Maca’s face for a moment. After a while, she whispered hesitantly:

　　 "Excuse me... Are you... Mr. MacLean?"

　　 "Well," Maca smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."

　　 "Oh! It's really you?" When the other party saw Maca admits, her expression changed immediately, and she suddenly said excitedly, "Mr. McLean, if it's you, I'm relieved! Thank you! Me! I understand, I will cooperate with the treatment!"

　　 "Really?"

　　 Facing this survivor who suddenly changed his mindset, Maca couldn’t help but startled slightly, then smiled and nodded:

　　"In any case, it’s good if you can settle down... By the way, do you remember the specific circumstances of the battle that seriously injured you? Especially the state of the living corpses, and their What do you feel like—"

　　Maca hasn't said all the questions he wants to ask, suddenly, his expression is slightly stagnant. Then he tilted his head as if he had noticed something, and moved his gaze to a direction where there was no one.

　　 "Mr. McLean, what's the matter?"

　　 "Oh no, it's okay," he immediately shook his head when he heard the other person's question, but quickly thought about it again, "Well...Forget it, this matter is actually related to you. Let me talk about it! Just now, your companions hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Auror rescue team from the Ministry of Magic is taking them out of London."

　　"Really? That...great!"

　　 Although it is not clear why Maca suddenly knew about this~IndoMTL.com~, after knowing that he was Maca McLean, the lady obviously believed in his words.

　　Combining with her state of pure panic just now, to be honest, Maca felt that this witch was a bit too simple.

　　 "In short--"

　　Considering that the other party has gone through such a thrill, and his mood has changed too many times just now, I am afraid that his mental state is much worse than it seems.

　　Maca thinks a little bit, but first stands up and says:

　　"Madam, let’s take a good rest first! Don’t worry about anything, just relax here and sleep for a while. When I finish some things, I’ll come to see you again... Oh, and, that The Muggle lady who escaped with you has also recovered, don't worry!"

　　 He didn't tell the story about the companion who was next door, he just mentioned that, and walked out of the observation room.

　　 Waiting for him to close the door and impose a protective charm on the door, only then did he organize his thoughts against the wall in the slightly dim underground corridor outside.

　　 It didn't take long for him to look in the direction of London again, with a complicated expression on his face that couldn't tell whether he was at ease or anxious.

　　"Hey...Is it better to go there in person?"

　　 At that moment, he felt that his contact with the patron saint of the silver eagle had been almost broken.

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