Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 413: Maca’s Trendy Apple Pie

()It's noon, and the sun hangs high above the sky, bringing people the warmest time of this cold day.

Bright sunlight flooded into the living room from the window, and gently spilled on the dusty floor, reflecting a soft light leisurely.

On the Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far more than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are no tall buildings to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Abigail and Olivia are busy in the kitchen on the first floor, and some simple and characteristic meals are quickly put on the table, but there is still no movement upstairs.

More than four hours have passed since they left the bedroom. During this period, Maca came out only once, and after explaining that Sirius would be examined and treated, the door of the room was never opened.

Now Abigail is very distressed. It's lunch time. Should I call them? Although treatment must be important, filling your stomach is also important, right?

"Everything is ready! Let's have lunch! I'll call them--" "Wait."

Olivia didn't think it would interrupt their treatment, or that Maca just said "check and treatment are needed" at the time. I always have lunch, right?

"Wait!" Abigail stopped Olivia subconsciously.

However, Maca and Sirius failed to eat this seemingly good lunch in the end.

Sirius's situation is more serious than Maca imagined. Although it is not helpless, it is very laborious to deal with it.

When the Silent attacked Sirius, some energy penetrated into Sirius' body and continued to erode his own magic power, making them no longer available to Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state similar to the exhaustion of magic power, even a small floating spell cannot be released.

However, if you want to talk about gains, there are some.

In fact, after some inspection, Maca confirmed one thing-the peculiar black mist of the silent person, as expected, has many similarities with the black air of the Bewitching Monument. This is no longer a coincidence. It can be summed up in one word.

The last time Maca suffered a blow from Voldemort, the situation he encountered was quite similar to the current Sirius.

Although it is not exactly the same, the reason is worth studying.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius to the analysis of the dark mist energy later, Maca's hands almost never stopped.

Until the sun gradually set to the west and the clouds in the sky dyed the entire field of vision, the bedroom door finally opened.

"Oh-Mr. McLean, are you finally out?"

As soon as Maca walked out of the room, she was caught by Olivia who had been doing nothing all day.

"How? Is Mr. Black okay? From the first time I picked him up at the back door of our house, he has always looked sick, and I thought he was caught by Mott. The rat bite! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motra rats here in the United States. It is not easy to see a patient bitten by them. I have always wanted to see the **** What about the symptoms of fire..."

"Ah, if it weren't for the American law to strictly prohibit private raising of magical animals, I could bring you two..." Maca interrupted Olivia's chattering with a smile, and said casually, "What can I eat? Is it?"

"In the kitchen, there is--" Olivia said cheerfully, "Abby has been there! So that you can eat hot pies anytime... Oh, she won't let me say This one."

"Um..." Maca shrugged and said, "Well, I understand, I will assume that I have heard nothing."

He paused, and said sincerely to Olivia: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet...Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and the only one he can trust. His relatives. If you didn’t take him in when he needed help the most, the two of them might never see each other again..."

"No, it's okay..." Olivia showed a pure smile and briskly said, "I am my father's daughter, and our father never abandons any patient, and neither do I. Although my ability Not enough to be a real therapist, but my principles will never change!"

"Well," Maca looked at her and nodded, "I think you are already a real therapist now. The lack of knowledge can be filled in with time, but beliefs and principles, But it often accompanies people throughout their lives."

He thought for a while, then took out two thick notebooks from his waist and stuffed them directly into Olivia's hands.

"These are the notes I compiled when I was studying the practical application of some potions. Many of them are the treatment records of some famous therapists for various diseases, as well as my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge inside It is unavoidable to be one-sided, but it may be helpful for you."

After all, without waiting for Olivia to say anything, Maca turned and walked downstairs.

This house occupies a small area. Downstairs is an integrated hall where the kitchen and the living room are combined. When Maca walked down the stairs and came to the living room, she found Abigail dozing on the table over the kitchen.

He didn't bother Abigail, but walked over to the kitchen utensils and looked around.

It seems that Olivia is right. Abigail probably wants to wait until they get down before baking. Although Maca thinks that the pie is actually quite cold, in such a cold weather, it is still more popular when it is freshly baked.

Since people have been waiting for so long, Maca is ashamed to trouble others. After looking at the material in front of him for a while, he took out the staff and started to play alone.

"At any rate, he is also a wizard from Hufflepuff. I can't make a big meal. But baking a pie must be done by hand, right?"

However, Maca soon discovered that she seemed to underestimate the magic of the kitchen. No, to be precise, he underestimated his creative creativity that day!

"Boom!"

It didn't take long before a ball of flame rose up in the kitchen, awakening Abigail, who was dozing off his chin.

"Oh—" She turned around abruptly, and then couldn't help but exclaimed, "Mr. McLean? What are you... what are you doing?"

At this moment, in front of Maca, there is a huge fireball floating in the air. The flames in the fireball kept rolling, and the steaming heat wave rushed toward his face.

"Uh..." Maca turned around and smiled awkwardly, "I suddenly wanted to try, if I only use magic, can I bake an apple pie."

"Only with magic?" Abigail said with wide eyes, "There are bakeware and oven, why use flames directly? Isn't it enough to heat the oven with a spell?"

"Um...how do you say?" Maca smiled, "This is just a small idea, a small idea!"

"Really..." Abigail looked at the big fireball with a complicated expression, and said weakly, "Then, can you tell me, what kind of spell is this fireball?"

"Well..." Maca thought for a while, "This is an effect formed by controlling magic power, but... well, the prerequisite is that you must at least be able to perceive your own magic power. Generally speaking, this is More difficult."

"Perception of magic? Is it by talent? It's like Disguise Magnus—" Abigail curiously said, "I know that there are a few wizards in the magic world who have some strange magic talents. , This is one of them, right?"

"Perhaps there are such wizards..." Maca explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball, "but I am not a talent, but... do you know the patron saint?"

"Ah, I know...that's a pretty profound spell." Abigail nodded. "Our professor of spells said that the magic foundation required to cast that spell is far beyond ordinary. Wizard level."

"No, actually the patron saint curse is not that complicated." Maca shook his head. "The difficulty of the patron saint curse is the singing of the mantra, because it requires the purest will to be poured into each syllable. , That requires a lot of concentration and a lot of imagination."

"The characteristic of the patron saint curse is the ‘happiness’ or ‘guardian’ in the heart of the caster-both are wills related to others."

"And the magic power that accompanies the soul of each wizard is essentially a kind of'will'...or at least it is closely related to will. If you want to perceive magic power, I think starting with the patron saint curse is A good choice!"

When Abigail heard a little yearning, Maca raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he waved his staff to disperse the fireball.

As the flame dissipated in an instant, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in the sight of the two of them.

"What is this..." Abigail stared at the ball~IndoMTL.com~ smelling the fragrance from the ball, couldn't help but say in surprise, "Mr. McLean, you can Don't tell me...this is an apple pie?"

"Ahem..." Maca coughed dryly. "You have to listen to me. There is a reason for this...because you think, if you want to heat the dough evenly, the spherical shape is not Is it the most reasonable?"

"Hmm...really?" Abigail blinked, "Perhaps you are right, but this..."

"Don't worry, the inside is hollow, otherwise the outside may be scorched and the inside may not be cooked." Maca shrugged, "Look! I still think about it a lot."

While speaking, he waved his staff again, and the funny-looking "new-style spherical apple pie" immediately broke apart and dropped onto the plates on the dining table one by one.

In a short while, a piece of odd-shaped pie was added to the dinner plate on the table, but they looked like they were not much different from the leftover watermelon rind.

"Okay!" Maca sighed, "I admit, they don't look very good just by looking at them."