Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 430: Rising up again

() "Ron, are you out?"

Harry, who was disturbed by Qiu's "look back and smile", was awakened by Ron's vague voice, and he patted Ron on the shoulder in surprise.

"Hey—" Ron chewed on the delicious sausage, slightly dissatisfied, "Don't make me feel like I just came back from Azkaban, that's an exaggeration!"

"Oh...Come on!" Harry said happily, "It's fine if you recover, whether he is Azkaban or the school hospital!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey heard that, I will fill you with several bottles of potions!" Ron was saying, shaking his whole body, as if he was afraid, "Seriously, I don't want to anymore." Go there! None of the potions there is drunk."

"Really?" Harry thought for a while, "By the way, why didn't you go back to the dormitory directly after you came out? I was still thinking this morning whether you would be discharged from the hospital!"

"Don't mention it!" Ron swallowed the sausage in his mouth, and then said bitterly, "Although the food in the school and hospital is not bad, but three meals a day are the same, anyone who eats too much will be greasy... Now I just want to eat something different! I want to be crazy!"

"Ha! This sounds like—"

Harry was about to tease Ron, but Hermione's voice interrupted the conversation between him and Ron.

"Don't talk about the useless ones! Come and see this!"

The two turned around when they heard the words, only to see a large "Daily Prophet" covering Hermione's upper body, making her expression invisible. But just by listening to her tone of voice, I am afraid that her face is not good now.

"Sirius--" Hermione hurriedly said, "Is Sirius in the United States? I remember correctly, am I?"

"You remembered correctly," Harry ran around Ron quickly when he heard the name, and grabbed the newspaper. "What happened to America? What happened?"

Since it's about Sirius's situation, Harry made the wrong effort. The newspaper was suddenly torn in half when he heard the sound of "crash", and he and Hermione held half of them in each hand.

"...a large number of unidentified attackers suddenly appeared in the United States, and the magical world and the Muggle world suffered many unorganized attacks at the same time. The US Ministry of Magic announced the opening of a second-level wartime emergency response plan, and some areas may be upgraded according to the situation. Cora Smith, a journalist based in the magic world in the United States, will report for you urgently."

"Wartime?" Ron widened his eyes, "When did the wartime plan last time? During the first Wizarding War?"

"This...I...we have to tell Maca immediately!" Harry hurriedly said, "This sounds like a terrible situation!"

"I think you are right..." Hermione also stood up suddenly, brushed past Ron, and walked quickly to the side corridor. "By the way, the emergency plan is the first time. It was only proposed in the International Wizarding Council after the Wizarding War, and the classification was after it was passed-before that, there was no such word in the magic world!"

Harry followed Hermione to the other side, and Ron blinked the rest of his eyes, reached out his hand to plug the last sausage on the plate, and then turned around and chased him hurriedly.

"This time I really learned the history of magic well. I definitely didn't mention this one above." He trot forward while muttering to himself somewhat innocently.

……

"Boom--"

The three of Hermione kicked and ran across the stairs and corridors, and came to Maca's office out of breath. But before she knocked on the door a few more times, the door opened by itself.

"Oh—Maca! Maca, take a look at this—" Hermione continued, "Something happened in America!"

"What's wrong?"

Maca who was mumbling about a book at the back of the pile of books at the desk stopped. He put the book on the table, got up and walked around the pile of materials piled around, and appeared in front of the three of them. .

"Something went wrong in the United States--" Hermione said as she handed the half of the newspaper with relevant reports to Maca's hands.

"Huh?"

Maca caught a glimpse of the overseas report photo. In that photo, a large black fog with sparks and streamers in the center bombarded a pile of Muggle buildings in droves, causing Large areas of buildings collapsed.

After hurriedly skimming over the content of the report, there was a dignified look on his face.

"No normal person would plan such a stupid thing," Maca frowned, "unless that's a complete lunatic."

Just looking at the scope of the photo, the number of black fog clusters clearly exceeds a hundred people, and this is definitely only a part of it. But in Maca's heart, it was clear that every black mist cluster that looked like a black meteor represented a silent person.

He had also imagined that perhaps the number of silent people would not be too small, but he had never expected that there would be so many. It can be seen that the remaining partisans of Greenward have not been less busy over the years.

"I'll go to Sirius, don't talk about anything else, at least I have to bring him back." Maca said he was about to go out, but Harry grabbed him. Robe, "...what's wrong? Are you guys going too?"

"Harry? Have you thought about it, we—" Hermione on the side stared at Harry immediately.

"No!" Harry interrupted loudly, "I know, with our strength, the past can only add chaos to Maca! I just want to say, be careful, Maca... that looks like It seems very dangerous."

"It's not what I want to say, I think you are more dangerous." Maca murmured secretly, but didn't say it.

He just nodded, and after Harry let go, he strode out of the office.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione said embarrassedly, "I thought you--"

"It's okay," Harry shook his head, "Actually, I really want to go with Maca, but... I think you feel the same, right?"

"I went to practice." Ron stuffed the last bite of sausage on the fork into his mouth, and then suddenly walked towards the corridor outside the door, "I was training a little worse than you, originally My strength is not enough..."

"I will go too!" Harry chased after him.

Behind them, Hermione stood in the middle of Maca's office and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. After a short while, she opened her eyes and looked around the office, her heart seemed to be a little heavier.

Just now, it was obvious that she wanted to go to America with Maca in her heart, but when Harry seemed to be about to speak first, she subconsciously tried to veto it.

Yes, Hermione Granger has always been sensible, but she doesn't want to always be like this. She knew very well that sometimes it was necessary to be impulsive, otherwise she would not always be half a point worse than Harry in actual combat.

In general non-emergency situations, her sanity will come in handy; but in an emergency, when her mind is too late to consider thoroughly, this advantage will dramatically turn into fatal defect.

Last night after the training ended, Maca told her this, and she felt that Maca was right. But this kind of thing doesn't mean that changes can be changed. Just now, she had this situation again.

Of course, as far as the situation is concerned, this is not a wrong judgment. Hermione was just wondering, if one day, when she had to face some kind of crisis, she would be able to make a decisive and correct choice.

"...I'm afraid you will hesitate?" Hermione sighed slightly sadly.

……

On the other side, Maca quickly swept across the lawn in front of the castle, unlocked the defensive spell on the main entrance of the school, and came to the horse path outside. But before he got into the bushes along the road as usual and left with the help of the door key, he turned his head back.

"Although it should be a short-term departure, the specific situation there is still unknown. Just to be on the safe side, let's leave something first!"

Before he finished his words, he saw a silvery-white mist glowing all over his body. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a huge silver-white eagle, leaving his body, spreading its wings in the direction of the castle, and staying in mid-air. There was a long strip of light.

It takes a lot of magic to maintain the existence of the patron saint from a distance. But no matter what, he didn't want more disasters at Hogwarts.

If you leave the patron saint, unless Voldemort or Greenward comes in person, it can still be dragged on.

The physical manipulation of the patron saint curse is a high-level use he inadvertently created, and the long-distance use of the patron saint curse is a research result of Dumbledore. Dumbledore taught this usage to some members of the Order of the Phoenix, and of course Maca was among them.

"Although the eagle is indeed more handsome than the badger, it is still somewhat embarrassing..."

Maca shook his head, turned and stepped into the bushes. As the space distorted for a while, when he reappeared, he had already crossed the entire sea and came to New York, the Hudson River on the other side of the ocean~IndoMTL.com~ As soon as his eyes became clear, Maca knew that he was worried. Things have come true-the riverside cottage has already turned into ruins.

He hurriedly waved the wand in his hand, a magical shock shook away, and everything in the ruins was reflected in his mind along with the magic feedback of the detection spell.

No magic fluctuations, no signs of life, no eight-eyed giant spiders, no corpses left, and even no trace of blood was found.

It seems that Sirius and the pair of sisters should have left safely, otherwise, there would be no remaining magic power left after the battle.

"Where will they go..." Maca frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Jackson Square? All I can think of right now is over there. After all, those kids are also there. Abigail. I know..."

After thinking a little bit, he immediately put on the phantom spell, stepped on the magic book and rose into the air, and quickly left in the direction of the entrance of Jackson Trade Square. Behind him, a gust of wind quietly passed over the ruins of the house, and fragments of several newspapers flew up along with them, drifting away on the gleaming river.