Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 146: Maca and Dumbledore

Because of the sudden appearance of Maca, the Death Eaters hiding here saw the opportunity, and when the appearance of the Dark Mark and the ignited flames appeared one after another, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely stirred. .

No matter what country it is, the wizarding world has been stable and peaceful in recent years. Everyone should go to school, go to school, work, and daily life, except for some small crimes that can enrich everyone's after-dinner conversations, there are no other ups and downs.

No one wants to get involved in events related to the Dark Wizard.

But the appearance of the Dark Mark today seems to be an announcement-since the first Wizarding War subsided, ten years of stability have passed.

At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup scene is completely messed up.

There was a rush of people fleeing everywhere, children and old people who were overwhelmed everywhere. Here, wizards who are proud of their bloodliness are like Muggles who flee with their heads covered in sudden attacks.

"Look, your comrades are also starting to act-go help them and destroy as much as you want!" Maca waved his hand and said coldly.

Bellatrix and others shouted excitedly, raised their wand and rushed down.

"I think this seems a bit too much..."

A figure stepped on a flying carpet suddenly appeared in front of them, but these villains, who were not afraid of death, stopped their advancing broomsticks and became alert.

"...Isn't it?" The other party said slowly, "Maca."

Maca rode on the broom and stared at him for a long time before spitting out a name.

"Dumbledore."

It was the silver-haired, sharp-eyed Hogwarts current principal who suddenly appeared out of thin air, the president of the International Wizarding Federation, the chief of Wissengamer, and the first-class Merlin Medal winner-Albus Deng Blido.

The greatest white wizard of our time, no, it's the greatest wizard.

"I heard what you said just now," Dumbledore smiled, his expression still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed, "I thought you wouldn't go down this path like Tom, but Obviously...I have never been right."

"Yeah...yes, the chief wizard of Wisengamao...I still remember your indifferent eyes when I was there..." Maca calmly said, "Perhaps you are disappointed in me. But am I?"

"Child, don't be stubborn in strength, that is not the path that wizards are pursuing..." Dumbledore shook his head and exhorted kindly, "Believe me, you have slowly moved towards a path of no return. Road, but there is still time to look back..."

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question." Maca suddenly interrupted.

"What?" Dumbledore looked at him, blinking his pale blue eyes.

"Your preferences are really elusive," Maca said with a stall, "Is this flying carpet bought at today's market?"

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes cold.

"Since you gave up the right path--"

Before he finished speaking, a dark figure suddenly jumped up from the crowd below and headed straight for Dumbledore. Dumbledore reacted quickly. He drew out his wand with a wave, and the forward thrust of the shadow was immediately blocked, but it was only a stop, and then he rushed again.

Dumbledore gave a soft whistle and waved his wand again. The power this time was no longer the same as before, and the black shadow seemed to have received a heavy blow. It bounced back to the ground and slammed into an empty space somewhere.

Dumbledore and Maca have already seen clearly, that dark shadow is another guy who is surrounded by dark energy!

Although Voldemort must have not come this time, waiting for such a person can be regarded as a big gain.

Maca raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, only to see that the other person was also looking at him. The two exchanged a profound look at each other, and Maca raised the magic wand in his hand.

This is, the figure on the ground suddenly sprang out among the agitated dust, seemingly unharmed. He did not slow down and turned into a black air again, dragging his long tail straight forward again.

And Maca also waved his magic wand, and an ice-blue light appeared on the tip of the wand, attacking Dumbledore with the mysterious attacker.

Dumbledore didn't give in. He shook his wrist slightly, and two consecutive red beams of light shot at Maca and the attacker respectively.

Maca drew sideways and dodged dangerously; but the assailant seemed a little clumsy. He rushed forward, but was forced into the air by the beam of light.

"As expected, Professor Dumbledore...bye."

An abrupt voice sounded during the fierce battle. Dumbledore and the attacker looked sideways, only to see that Maca had disappeared into the battlefield.

"Huh." Dumbledore snorted coldly, and with a force in his hand, the attacker was abruptly returned to the ground by the red beam of light from his wand.

With a loud bang, when Dumbledore waved his hand to blow away the agitated dust, he found that the assailant had also disappeared.

Although Bellatrix and the others are not afraid of death, they are not fools. They had already flashed people when Maca and Dumbledore were fighting each other.

The Death Eaters all left, and the panicked crowd fled far away. The original lively scene was already empty at this moment, leaving only the temporary buildings and tents destroyed and burnt down, as well as scattered celebration props.

On the edge of the chaos, Luna bent down and picked up a small Bulgarian flag and shook it. The dark footprints printed on it seemed to mock the previous World Cup grand occasion.

"He seems to be... very tired..." Luna looked at the Quidditch World Cup stadium in the distance, in a daze, "His heart is very tired."

In the high air to the southeast, a flying horse-drawn carriage drawn by a magical rune was driving invisibly, quickly leaving in the distance.

Just by the window of the carriage, Willie leaned out of the window, her long white hair fluttering messily in the wind, reflecting a fascinating brilliance in the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the World Cup has become a bit bumpy. Dumbledore stood in the middle of the field, with a rare touch of vicissitudes flashing on his face.

"...Lina is right, I am not a good teacher after all."

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"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He will take you--" Ron said loudly.

"Shut up! He can't! Maca wouldn't do that..." Hermione clutched her shirt, tears flashing in her eyes, "Yes, it must be some dark magic again-Maca must not be willing Of!"

"Hermione!" Ron said anxiously, "Yes, what you said may be right, but not now! Look, look around!"

Hermione raised her head and looked around blankly, but the burning flames and people fleeing around were caught in her eyes.

Gradually, as if a deaf man had just regained his hearing, she felt a lot of noisy sounds returning to her ears from far and near—they were crying, screaming, and crackling of the fire burning wood. Make noise.

Everything around seems to tell Hermione that this is no longer the scene of the previous Quidditch World Cup with laughter. It's a hell, a **** caused by...by Maca!

"No—" Hermione covered her face with her hands, shrugged helplessly, and sobbed faintly.

"Harry, come and help, we have to get out of here as soon as possible—" Ron yelled a few words hurriedly, but when he turned his head he found that Harry was clutching his forehead.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron reached out and patted him, and he woke up immediately.

"I just--" Harry thought for a while, then shook his head, "No, I'll talk about it later...Hermione, you stand up first, we have to go!"

He and Ron left and right, helping Hermione to walk forward quickly.

Just now, they were dispersed by the crowd, and now it is not so easy to meet Mr. Weasley and others again.

When they left this chaotic corner far away, a figure quietly appeared beside the ruins of a collapsed tall tent~IndoMTL.com~ He hid himself in a shadow and looked at Harry who was going away. , Ron and Hermione, their faces were calm.

"Ron has finally made some progress, and Harry has gained a little..." At this point, the voice paused, and then he continued, "Unexpectedly, it was Hermione who had the greatest influence."

This person is naturally Maca. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plan, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may allow him to make varying degrees of amendments to the next plan.

While thinking about it, Maca suddenly noticed it. He turned his head abruptly, only to see a familiar pale gold.

"Luna."

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maca, but the focus of her pupils did not know where it was facing.

"Will you not leave? It might be dangerous here!" Maca couldn't help asking.

But Luna ignored his words, instead she said for no reason: "Your heart... is very tired."

Maca froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"Yes, it's not easy." He said calmly, "But it was all caused by me, and I have to deal with it."

Luna turned around leisurely and looked up at the moon in the sky. The soft voice made Maca feel a faint warmth.

"Wisdom is wealth, but it can also be a burden."

"Because it is wealth, there is a burden." Maca nodded and said softly.

Luna glanced back at Maca, blinking her silver-gray eyes as if agreeing to this sentence. She didn't say anything any more, but quietly turned and left.

Maca looked at Luna, who was drifting away, as if feeling sentimental, and the silver-white dense haze lit up again. The light and fog are as real as they move with the wind, drifting further and further under the deep night sky......