Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 342: Maca is a coward

() At dusk, after finishing the three-hour class of the day, Maca hurried back to Black House. Black's symptoms are still getting worse right now, and every second counts, but there is no time for him to splurge.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to the underground potion preparation room, and did not come out until late at night to find something to fill his deflated belly.

For the next few days, he has been running back and forth between Hogwarts and Black House, so a period of supplementary sleep every day at noon has become especially precious.

A few days later, Maca was in the potion preparation room, staring at the evaporation dish in front of him with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid inside to decrease little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly. He couldn't wait to hang some crystalline powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

As soon as the crystalline powder touched the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maca did not hesitate to stretch out his wand and tap on the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud and misty crystal rose straight out of the test tube, gorgeous and blurred, but there was an extremely dangerous atmosphere hidden in that beauty.

"This..."

Maca stepped back several steps in succession, and while avoiding the crystal mist like dreams, the expression on his face changed rarely.

"Who is it...it's not right, could it be..." Maca's face changed again and again, "Why...no, shouldn't this be? Why does she have to do this..."

As he kept thinking about it, his brow furrowed and tightened, and his eyes flickered.

"No...it seems that I have to go to her personally this time to ask her to be clear!" After a while, he muttered to himself.

While making this determination, Maca picked up the potion bottle on the table and walked quickly to the door, leaving behind the usual necessary finishing and cleaning.

"Maca, where are you going in a hurry? Is there an emergency?"

By the stairs on the first floor, he happened to ran into Mrs. Weasley who was going to the kitchen, but he was not in the mood to explain at all.

Furthermore, what he is thinking about right now cannot be casually said to others.

"No, it's okay." Maca kept walking, but turned his head and smiled at Mrs. Weasley, "I have forgotten some things in the office. I have to get them as soon as possible..."

Before he could speak, he opened the door and stepped out half of his body, and then decisively backhanded the door closed.

Probably because the door closed was too loud, Sirius's mother screamed again. The voice was stern and sharp, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help yelling...

On the way Maca went to the black market, he compared his previous speculation at the Longmans' house with this test on the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maca himself, has misjudged the effects of this potion.

The wizard who has taken this potion is not "crazy" in a pure sense, but is trapped in a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, in addition to hallucinations affecting their spiritual will, there is a more direct reason why those wizards with symptoms will actively attack others.

Because the people they attacked are actually just "blocking" their way.

This kind of potion will not only make people fall into a certain kind of illusion, but also make the people who take it have an extremely strange increase in the ability to sense magic.

It’s weird, it’s because, in the senses of the person taking the medicine, the magical powers around it will not appear in front of the eyes like Maca, but will only be highly sensitive to specific magical powers. Perception.

If you compare this ability to sense magic power to a radar that detects the source of magic power...

On Maca's "Radar" interface, it must be more obvious that the distance is closer; but the wizards who have taken that kind of potion are not obvious, only the "target" will be very eye-catching.

If they say what their "target" is, then it is naturally the magic contained in the potion itself.

Because of this, when Mrs. Longman **** her husband again, there was only one more empty bottle in the house.

Because the sudden symptoms in their sleep and the hallucinations were the couple of them; but Mrs. Longman was the only one who could act on their own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maca is already quite familiar with the magical fluctuations of this potion. So as soon as he arrived in the black market, he set a phantom spell and moved quickly in the black market.

I have the ability to sense magic power, which I have to say is a fortune made by strength.

It's just...

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed everywhere in the black market. His spirit had been fully concentrated, and his sensing ability had almost reached its limit.

All kinds of complicated magical fluctuations surround him, passing him one by one as he moves. Even if it was him, he became impetuous because of this high-intensity homework.

This is like driving a racing car, driving fast on a complex street full of stereos, and at the same time distinguishing the different music played in each stereo.

I thought I was accustomed to Maca surrounded by various magical fluctuations. At this time, I couldn't help feeling agitated.

"Persevere, hold on... hold on!"

"In order to find out the truth...you must hold on!"

"Calm down, calm down... Calmly feel every source of magic power, not one can leak..."

"I won't worry about anything this time, I must ask her to ask clearly!"

Maca gritted his teeth, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his head felt more and more swollen... as if he was about to burst.

Finally, his feet were soft during the fast flight, and then he suddenly fell from the magic book.

Although he didn't fly much because of the limited sensing range, the inertia of high-speed flight made him tumble and fall dozens of feet on the ground, and crashed into a house with a crash. In a pile of empty wooden boxes.

"Call..."

After a while, he got up from a pile of planks, squinted his eyes, leaned against the wall, and panted with his right hand covering his head.

"Why am I... so impatient?"

After taking a break, he frowned and asked himself when his breathing calmed down.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging on his side, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he ignored it.

Just when he fell down, Maca fractured his left forearm. Right now, he was naturally in a lot of pain, but this kind of intense pain also made his chaotic brain a lot clearer.

"Is it because of'she'? Yes, it should be correct...but what is it for? What is it for?...what?"

Constantly thinking, asking and answering yourself...

Maca rummaged through her heart, confirming and ruling out little by little, trying to figure out the source of the inexplicable impatience.

Suddenly, he placed his right hand in front of his eyes and stared blankly.

What was reflected in his pupils was a slightly trembling hand that had lost its blood. He clenched it tightly, then let it go, repeating this four or five times, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Am I... scared?"

Maca McLean is just a coward.

"I'm scared again..."

Maca McLean is really just a coward.

The experience of losing emotions did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he became more sensitive to himself and the feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; when he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; when he touched the blood on Luna, he was afraid...

"What am I afraid of?" Maca sneered and laughed at herself.

What Maca McLean was afraid of was actually nothing more than "loneliness". He broke into this world alone, even if he had encountered many people, he still felt that he was lonely.

That kind of loneliness has always entangled in the deepest part of his heart, lingering.

It wasn't until the moment he was accidentally received the admission letter from Hogwarts, that a sense of familiarity with an old aura gradually filled his loneliness.

Since he enrolled in Hogwarts, everyone that Maca has encountered will reduce his loneliness by one point. For Maca, this is undoubtedly an intangible redemption.

Years of loneliness made him close his heart, and to this day, only a few people have knocked open his closed heart.

So, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, he still has to count the most important people to him if he wants to say what he doesn't want to lose the most?

By the side of this uninhabited roadway, beside the pile of broken planks, Maca leaned against the cold brick wall and took out the potion bottle with his uninjured right hand.

"...will it be you?"

He shook the bottle gently~IndoMTL.com~ behind the translucent wall of the bottle, the liquid medicine was swaying leisurely.

"...Villy?"

In fact, when Maca saw the test results in the potion preparation room before, he immediately understood one thing-in the half bottle of potion, the most important ingredient turned out to be "the flower of mystery crystal." "The powder.

In terms of rarity, he had only seen the Mysterious Flower at Hogwarts, which was the mysterious flower that Willie had asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said that they should have been extinct, that is not something that can be easily obtained.

Furthermore, Maca had once ran into Willie before practicing preparing potions, and inexplicably refused his help. Among them, most of them have a very secret causal relationship.

"...At least, I will still choose to trust you."

Before speaking, Maca applied a repair spell on his left forearm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of potion, and poured his head back into his mouth.