Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1920: valuable

Today, there was a slight breeze around Hogwarts, mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, and it seemed to be warm on the cheeks.

The grass blades in the vestibule swayed gently in the wind, shaking off the dew of last night.

Maca walked with his hands on his back, in front of the father and daughter of Blois, letting the wind blow across his face and neck. There seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be quite comfortable.

It's just that the potion bottle containing the cursed substance extracted earlier is still being held in his hand at the moment, and he doesn't seem to mean to put it away immediately.

Yes, since Maca took Willie out of the auditorium, he just walked around like this.

While Maca didn't speak, Willie and Mr. Blois didn't know whether they should speak, even though they were full of doubts now.

However, it was Mr. Blois's lover who was eager to say, after a moment of silence, he finally spoke first:

"Mr. McLean, Willie... is she all right?"

"Huh?" Maca just noticed that he was behind him. First, he nodded and said, "Oh, yeah! It's all right now, and I won't be in the future. The same accident as before has happened again."

"Oh, that...thank you."

Blois subconsciously glanced at the bottle in Maca's hand, then nodded slightly and thanked him.

"No, thanks, this is what I should do."

Maca shook her head and smiled, and then she seemed to no longer want to talk, but she kept walking on the lawn aimlessly without stopping.

After a while, Mr. Blois couldn’t help but said again:

"By the way, then Mr. McLean, what are you going to do next?"

"Next?" Maca heard him asking like this again, and finally stopped this time, turned around a little, and said, "Didn’t I say it before? I have something here that I want you to help. ..."

While speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the **** medicine bottle in his hand. Then, he took out an envelope with only his name from his pocket, put the two together and handed it to Wei Li.

"Give it to someone you think would be more suitable to have this power," Maca said. "Whoever it is, as long as you feel it is suitable-after all, it is from your body. Stripped from the inside."

"Should I... choose?"

Villy didn't refuse, she accepted it naturally, although the doubt in her heart remained.

"I don't know who I should give it to."

"Didn’t I just say it? Anyone can do it, I’ll believe in your choice--except me, of course." Maca patted her on the shoulder and blinked, "Don’t care. Time, as long as you want, until you think you have found a suitable one."

"I understand." After hearing Maca's words, Wei Li finally nodded and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I will do it. Is this okay?"

"Well, that's enough."

Maca nodded again, and then didn't look at the thing that had already been in Vili's hands, just turned around and said:

"The letter is for the person you chose—you can just hand it over to the other party as it is, and don’t care about the others. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just like it Never belonged to me."

Before the voice was over, Maca walked forward carelessly, and after Willie and Mr. Blois speeded up a few steps to catch up, they added casually:

"Villy, Mr. Blois, you will accompany me one more day today, and you will leave early tomorrow morning! Go to Busbarton, France, you...you can wait for me there."

"Will you leave tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help but say.

"Yes! Tomorrow!" Maca said with a stand, "It's good for me to start to concentrate early and finish the rest of my work."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help looking at the beautiful view of Hogwarts in the sun, and sighed slightly.

"Perhaps in the final analysis, I am not lucky enough to enjoy this kind of leisurely and peaceful time! From childhood, from the'past' to the present, it seems that I have been destined for only busy life." He said, " But that’s probably fine, at least I know, I’m busy..."

He turned his head abruptly, as if looking at the Blois father and daughter, but he seemed to be looking through them and looking at more familiar figures.

"...all are valuable."

In the last sentence, his tone was very positive.

……

The current Hogwarts is still a three-person Hogwarts, very leisurely and quiet; but the Weymouth camp at the moment is a Weymouth camp with many people, full of noise and discussion. , Confusion and anxiety.

Hermione and the others have been away for several days, and the Resistance Alliance is being managed by Mrs. Maxim.

Unfortunately, in the midst of pain and distress, what can be followed is only the tangible power that can resist threats, rather than simply comforting and taking responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps Percy, who has been sitting in the camp and staying here with the original members, is relatively more reassuring than Maxim.

"Yes, that's right, that's it!"

Percy is standing on the training ground by the dock, watching a group of friends each holding an ancient magic card in a circle, practicing for the battle that will come at any time.

This is the suggestion Hermione made before deciding to go to Winchester to find Maca-because she had organized such a simple formation to defend against the enemy, so this group of members was obviously not about it. strange.

It’s just that, originally planned to be launched in Birmingham, Percy decided to implement it in Weymouth first~IndoMTL.com~ This simple magic text formation may not be very effective, but it will Once the slate was replaced with a card, it was always better than the regular wizard battle.

"Okay, let's take a break and try again later!"

Watching the end of the exercise, Percy clapped her hands and let the big guy rest. But just after he turned around, a touch of sadness appeared on his calm face in an instant.

After Hermione and the others left, the most anxious one was actually counting him, because he was different from the others because he knew where Hermione and the others had gone.

As the days passed, Hermione and others traveling eastward had no news at all. Even if Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in a dense area of ​​living corpses, he could not be spared. Worries in my heart.

Compared with this, the noise in the camp and in the Resistance Alliance is not worth mentioning.

But it was also during the moment when Percy looked sad, a faint wind whistling from the northern sky, causing his heart to jump.