Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 460: Go back to Black House again

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! When the house elves living in the Hogwarts kitchen, they meet the old Luck who is living with freedom. When the elves, Maca thought they would argue for at least a while.

But in fact, the scene where the two groups of elves met for the first time seemed unusually calm.

The house elves stayed on their own, and after politely greeted the group of elves like Old Luck, they continued to get busy preparing for dinner. As for the performance of Old Rack and the others, they were more indifferent than the house elves.

"...They have a master, and we have freedom, don't they?" Old Luck looked at the house elves going back and forth on the stove, calmly and honestly, "As long as there is purpose, agreement, and work Do it, the elf will have no problem."

Maca certainly doesn't understand this concept of life, which is completely different from that of humans, but he can't completely deny all of this because of this.

At first, many people thought that the reason why the house elves served the wizards was that they were defeated and captured, but now he has learned of another possibility in the mouth of Old Rack. Therefore, no matter how unreasonable the current facts are, there are still reasons behind them.

Of course, Hermione will definitely still work tirelessly for the rights and awareness of the house elves, and he, Maca, will still help more or less when he can help.

Sometimes, what the truth is is not so important. Because whenever we make a choice that we think is the right one, the ghost knows that it is just our own wishful thinking?

If you make a mistake, you will regret it, but the most regrettable thing is usually "not done."

Like Maca now, when he watched two groups of elves doing their own things, they didn't talk much to each other. To be honest, he did think it was a bit silly, but it was much better than regretting that he didn't bring them in the future.

"Then, let's go!" Maca beckoned, "I have to take you to see where you live, and then assign you a task...Come with me!"

After Maca led them out of the door again, the house elves in the kitchen whispered and whispered.

"Look at those terrible elves--they are wearing clothes! This is terrible!"

"No! Where did Mr. McLean find them?"

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After setting up all the elves like Old Luck, Maca finally returned to his office.

To be honest, the school year hasn't been completely over yet, but the things he has encountered are so many that he feels a little numb.

Originally, a Voldemort was tossing about in the British magical world. After some twists and turns, he finally had the ability to firmly suppress the opponent. But now, another Greenward came out to make trouble.

The two generations of Dark Lords didn't talk about coming first, then they rushed to him and blocked his way, leaving him with no right to choose to avoid.

However, although these two top black wizards of different eras have stood on the opposite side of Hogwarts, there is indeed a big difference in their concepts. Judging from the clues obtained so far, it seems that they have not gathered together, but have chosen their respective directions.

This is barely a blessing in misfortune.

Christmas is approaching, and Professor McGonagall has advertised the date of Dumbledore’s public funeral. It is conceivable that the period before the funeral is officially held, although the undercurrent is certainly still turbulent, but on the surface it will definitely be calm.

In other words, during the first half of this Christmas holiday, Maca can take a break anyway.

After tidying up some necessary items that he had left in the office, he sat behind his desk and turned over his notes for a while before he walked out slowly.

Snow is still floating outside, but the wind is not so strong anymore. The snowflakes were light and erratic, and fell on the snow on the lawn with a little coldness, doing all of their insignificant effort to build that whiteness.

Looking up, the vestibule of Hogwarts is white, and the surrounding mountains and clouds are almost the same color, which makes even the sense of distance a little fuzzy.

Most students have already signed the list of going home for Christmas. When Maca stood on the steps in front of the gate, the little wizards passing by would say "Merry Christmas" to him, and then Walking in groups of groups to the carriage parked on the side of the vestibule.

Maca looked at them, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful for herself.

Rather than being a professor who fights for students, he actually hopes that he is a student who only needs to focus on his study and life. But his school days seemed to end too early.

Slightly shook his head, Maca put aside these trivial feelings, and crunched outside the school gate on the snow.

Not long after, somewhere on the deserted street in front of Grimmauld Place suddenly twisted, and Maca's figure appeared quietly there.

He opened the hidden old house of Black, opened the door and walked in leisurely.

Mrs. Weasley seems to have gone back, at least Maca didn't hear her usual yelling. Therefore, the portrait of Sirius' mother was still covered by curtains, without uttering sharp and high curses.

There are more people here, but there are fewer people, but overall, it has indeed become a little bit deserted here.

Maca had just stepped through the hall on a thick carpet, and hadn't figured out where to go, but saw a small figure sitting on the stairs.

"Isra?"

The carpet eliminated Maca's already light footsteps, so much so that it was not until he spoke that Isra, who was in a daze, realized his arrival.

"Maca!"

The little girl stood up suddenly, and then hurriedly ran to Maca and grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

"You...come."

Maca touched her hair lightly, a slight smile appeared on her face.

He still likes this kid, at least Isla is different from those in the same situation, but in despair, she still hasn't given up hope. And strong children always make people feel good.

In the clear gaze of Isla, Maca knelt down and took a good look at her.

"You are so thin, do you have a good meal?"

Isra nodded timidly. The excitement when she saw Maca on the first day gradually faded, and the accustomed silence returned to her.

Maca didn't care, because the other children must be more silent than Isla—he could easily predict it without even looking.

For these children, it takes time to slowly settle if they want to regain their personality like normal children.

Just as Maca was about to try to say a few words with Islato, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, regular and light, mostly Lena.

Sure enough, as soon as Maca raised her head, she caught a glimpse of the familiar figure from the gap between the handrails of the stairs.

"How are you doing?"

Although his connection with the Black House has never been interrupted, he knows most of the situations here, but after all, it is impossible to write all the details of life in the ciphertext report. Convey to him.

As one of the actual persons in charge of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca feels that it is necessary to understand everyone's lives.

Lena is still so serious.

However, after hearing Maca’s question, she didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she waited for her to stand in front of Maca, and then calmly made a precise and concise response to Maca’s question. Response.

"Life here is very comfortable and safe. Although Lenny always says she is bored and wants to go out, but she doesn't really hate it. Mrs. Weasley treats us very well. Ni also likes her very much..."

Even though Maca asked her, nine of the ten sentences she heard were about her sister. For the werewolf girl whose head was full of sisters, Maca was nothing.

"I already know about Leni," Maca nodded. "So, what about you?"

"Me?" Lena seemed to never realize what she was thinking~IndoMTL.com~ After Maca asked, she thought about it a little bit, "...I can be in the kitchen every day, I I am very happy."

"Okay!" Maca shrugged, gave up and continued to ask, and turned to, "Where is Sirius? His body should have almost recovered? Where is he now?"

"He went shopping for Christmas presents on the street, and he will probably be back at night." Lena replied.

"Where is Lupin?"

Maca nodded and continued to ask, but just as he spoke, Lupin and Tonks appeared at the door of the reception room together.

"Here!" Lu Ping said loudly, "Merry Christmas, Maca!"

"Yes! Merry Christmas!" Tonks also said hello, "Are you alone? Didn't you bring anyone else over this time?"

"It's Christmas, everyone should go home for reunion, where can I have time to come here!" Maca smiled, "I think it's better to have no one here, that would be great!"

Maca's joking remark evoked emotion in everyone's hearts.

If one person is gone, there are only two possibilities. Either the world is peaceful, or their beliefs are completely shattered.

At present, the possibility of achieving the goal is not small.

"Hope!" Lupin said, "This year's Christmas wish is this!"

Several people looked at each other and couldn't help but smile knowingly. With a wave of Maca's hand, a Christmas tree decorated with magic lights appeared in the entrance hall, which added a lot of warm atmosphere to the room.

"Let’s have a relaxing Christmas first!"

Maca's words made everyone present a touch of warmth. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.