Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 457: Bloom and Rebirth

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Maca walks with a group of elves in an area intertwined with countless vines, always paying attention to the surrounding situation. The vines with spikes were almost ready to move, but under the deterrence of the flames in front of Maca, they had to choose to avoid.

While moving toward the target in the induction, Maca vaguely heard an almost inaudible sound. It was as if there was a heart beating, beating like a regular drum.

After listening to Maca several times, I realized that the heartbeat sound didn't seem to be a real sound. He couldn't find the source of the sound, as if the sound came from all the vines around, and it seemed to come from his own mind.

Not long after he left, Maca's footsteps suddenly stopped, but then he accelerated again. Just now, he felt that the flow of magical power in the air suddenly decreased, and it would tend to stop as soon as he saw it.

There is only one reason for this happening-the body of that thing no longer continues to absorb the magic power floating in the air.

Maca hurried a few steps, and when he found a hole in the vine in front of him suddenly cracked, he knew that he had arrived.

In the center of this area full of vines, there is a hemispherical space.

This place is not big, it is about ten steps in diameter, as if there is a large transparent bowl buckled here, the vines did not continue to spread inside.

In the middle of this small open space, a half-person-high flower bud broke out of the soil, and took root there quietly.

In this green flower bud, Maca can clearly feel the abundant magic power it contains. The heartbeat that he had "heared" before seemed unusually clear here.

Maca is sure, he has never heard of this plant. There is no record in modern magic books or in some related ancient documents.

Of course, there are still similar ones. For example, in ancient times, there seems to be a kind of magical plant called the "flower of the world", which usually uses vines to strike and spikes to remove enemies. But the reason it is called the "flower of the world" is because of its incredible size, which is obviously beyond the reach of this small flower bud in front of me.

"So small?" Maca frowned slightly.

In his mind, the continuous heartbeat is still on, and it will make people feel a little irritable after listening to it for a long time. Maca put aside the slight sense of boredom, staring at the bud and carefully examined it.

"Destroy it, it should be fine..."

Speaking, Old Rack wanted to reach out to release magic, but was stopped by Maca on the side.

"Wait first." Maca stretched out his arm to block the old Luck's body, but his eyes looked at the bud for an instant, "There is a movement... you hear it?"

"...what?"

Old Luck heard the words and listened for a while, but found nothing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to hear, Maca looked at the other elves again, only to realize that only he could hear. Yes, he heard an unusually faint voice from the moment when Old Lake raised his hand to destroy the bud.

The voice seemed very vague, mixed with the beating heartbeat, and it seemed even more looming.

But Maca believes that he heard it right.

After he thought for a while, he let go of the use of Occlumency a little, and then the voice became much clearer. Although it was still a bit intermittent, at least the obstacle that hindered the transmission of the idea was temporarily removed.

"...no...don't hurt me...I don't...please..."

A childlike voice, as if it was ringing in his ears, crisp and sweet.

Maca is pretty sure that she has never heard that language, let alone understood it. That language is very different from any one he knows, and some syllables are not even uttered by humans.

But somehow, he just understands the general meaning.

As the voice rang in his mind, a faint pleading was also conveyed to Maca's consciousness at the same time.

Undoubtedly, this is a higher level of spiritual magic than the mind-trapping technique.

Patient mind can only read the appearance of thoughts and memories. If a wizard reads the object of a foreigner who does not understand the language, then the wizard will be unable to understand the other party while reviewing the memory of the other party. The dilemma of language.

And the owner of the voice that Maca heard can not only achieve the effect similar to the reverse application of the mind-trapping technique, but also reach the level of mind while conveying the will.

Maca vaguely remembered that Newt Scamander's rare talent for communicating with magical creatures could barely reach this level.

To be honest, he was very curious about this kind of magic, because it was undoubtedly very practical.

"Can you hear what I said?"

Maca kept thinking about this sentence in her mind repeatedly, but the other party did not respond. If it's not that the other party doesn't want to pay attention to it, it's probably because he can't hear his voice.

At this moment, the flower bud suddenly swelled, and after the heartbeat suddenly "banged" faster, the green outer skin of the flower bud turned out silently.

One layer after another, the several-petaled calyx soon becomes a base supporting the flower bones, in which the slightly curled pink petals are stretched out one after another, as if they were about to open at this moment, without any Hesitate.

Old Luck and other elves suddenly became nervous, but under Maca's restraint, they finally managed to hold back and did not do anything.

When the last layer of petals lightly opened and rolled to one side, Maca's expression became a little weird.

"...what is it?"

Lucky...No, maybe it should be unfortunate.

Because the first thing Maca saw was a smooth back—on the matte and tender back like a newborn, four thin, translucent wings with some dampness were coming into contact with the air. Slowly spread out.

After that, the owner of the spine gently stood up among the blooming flowers, wrapped in a pink dress that resembled the surrounding petals.

Regardless of whether it fits in size or not, this is just like a mountain fairy—yes, it's the kind of magical animal whose wings are used by Maca to make immortal potion.

According to Maca’s knowledge, a fairy is a magical oviparous creature. If you have to compare, they are actually closer to the insects of the Muggle world than to some kind of plant.

This kind of "extra-large" fairy conceived from a flower bud is obviously unheard of.

"Fairy!" Old Luck took a step back with a look of surprise, and then quickly crawled on the ground, "Fairy! Dancing Philly! A friend of ancestor Lal!"

At the reminder of Old Rack, the other elves also crawled down together, not even daring to lift their heads.

However, Maca only glanced at them, then continued to look at the enlarged version of the strange fairy.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed very similar to the statue in the shrine. He heard the story narrated by Lak at that time, but what he thinks now, this will not be the ancestor of the little fairies.

From the time he came into contact with magic and became a wizard, until now, he has never noticed anything unexplainable. Magic has the principle of magic, and magical creatures also have their own ways of reproduction, and everything is acting in accordance with certain rules and order.

To say that this "big fairy" has a blood-line relationship with the "little fairies" he had come into contact with, he didn't believe it if he killed him.

"Humans, thank you for stopping them and saving me from harm..."

Seeing that voice sounded in my mind again, slender and immature, pure and innocent like a little human girl. It's just that the wisdom contained in it does not seem to have just been conceived at all.

"It's okay..." Maca looked at her and said, "Can you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Human, your words don't seem to be conveyed and I know...but I can feel that you are not malicious."

"Um...oh."

Maca can be regarded as experiencing the feelings of those elves when they faced him for the first time~IndoMTL.com~After all, I can understand the other party's meaning, but the other party obviously can't understand his own language.

But the other party did not allow him to think of a way to solve this rather embarrassing thing.

"Humanity, the blood of my ancestors told me that I am afraid I am the last flower plant in the world." The delicate voice circulated in Maca's head endlessly, making him feel itchy all over, "Although I still can’t understand your words, but please try to tell me whether the sin of jealousy has fallen into silence again?"

"Sin?"

Maca was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't know whether the "guilt" the other party had communicated to him was the kind of sin he understood. But he had heard this concept several times one after another, which made him a little sensitive.

The XL Fairy couldn't understand Maca's words, but she also seemed to feel Maca's doubts. It's just that this matter may be so important to her that she fluttered directly out of Hua's heart.

The fair and slender feet stepped on the ground, a little dust stained, but she didn't care. When she stood in front of Maca, Maca discovered that although this humanoid creature resembling a large fairy is slender and well-proportioned, it is about half his height.

While not mentioning Maca, she looked up and pondered what she had just said. But seeing her gently waved her arm, one of the surrounding barriers formed by rattans suddenly stretched out, drawing a certain pattern on the ground in front of her.

Soon, Maca's attention was drawn to the mark drawn on the ground. As the pattern gradually became complete, a touch of surprise appeared on his face.

He not only knows what this pattern represents, but also has caused him a lot of trouble! Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.