Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 513: Maca running around

No one thought that there was a blizzard for a whole day, and it stopped early the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the sky miraculously moved away, and the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time fell on the ground again, and also into the windows of the ward.

The golden sunlight is especially beautiful indoors. In the beam of light that penetrates through the window, the tiny dust gleams with a little brilliance, giving people an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

This is the Cursed Injury Department of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, on the fifth floor of this building. The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and people clean every day to maintain the most basic comfort and tidiness.

However, in such a seemingly enjoyable ward, there is only one thing missing, and that is the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked around, then asked the blond girl sitting by the window in surprise, "Where is McLean? Where did he go?"

Yes, just by the sunny window, Luna is holding a magic book and reading it with relish. Her long pale blonde hair was bathed in the sun, reflecting a soft luster.

Since Maca was sent to St. Mungo yesterday, she has been with her and never left. But right now she was still here, but Maca, who was the protagonist today, was missing, and Tonks' expression looked surprised.

"Maca?"

Luna heard the sound and looked up at Tonks in a daze. But then, she seemed to understand what Tonks was saying, tilting her head and looking towards the hospital bed blankly.

"Oh...Where did Maca go?"

"Hey, Miss Lovegood," Tonks said silently, "I'm asking you—have you been with him all the time? Why don't he know where he is?"

"Hmm..." Luna sat in the sun, squinted her eyes for a while, then shook her head and said, "It seems... well, it seems that Maca said to go next door?"

As she talked, she seemed to notice someone else behind Tonks, craned her neck and looked at it curiously.

"Hermione?"

Hermione was about to say hello when Luna called her name, but before she could say hello, she heard Ron's call from the door next door.

"Maca is really there?" Hermione glanced at Luna, seeming to hesitate, but finally ran to the next door first, "Maca? Ma—"

To be honest, Maca's condition doesn't look good, because his face is still pale and he coughs twice from time to time. But now he is still standing between the two hospital beds, talking frequently with a witch in a green robe.

When Hermione saw it, she didn't know why, and she burst into anger. She immediately withdrew the call, and strode into the ward with dissatisfaction.

The other people who came with her stood at the door of the ward, looking at each other, wondering if they should follow up.

"...Yes, this...cough cough...This is no longer the damage of the soul. The Heart Drilling Curse lasted too long on them, causing the brain to suffer a lot of damage..."

"Maca!"

Maca, who was communicating with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's shout. He blinked, then turned around helplessly, and smiled at Hermione by the way.

"What's the matter? Ahem...Who made you angry?" Maca looked at her innocently.

"Who else?" Hermione frowned and said angrily, "Why didn't you lie down on the bed? Instead, you came here to chat with someone... You don't remember how you were carried over. Right?"

"Oh, my injury is okay with standing and lying down..." Maca spread out her hands and said, "Ahem... it's okay..."

"Look!" Hermione pointed at him angrily, "Does this look like it's okay? Look outside the door. Everyone is here to visit you, but you don't know if you are sick and you are everywhere. Run! The patient should lie on the bed honestly!"

When Maca heard the words, he couldn't help turning his head and looking at the door, and found that a lot of people had really come. He nodded slightly apologetically, before returning his gaze to Hermione.

"Okay, okay, I understand! Ahem..." He stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go! I'll go back now..."

Seeing that Hermione wasn't moved at all, but stared at him with her lips pursed, which made him smile helplessly again.

"Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you, thank you for talking about this with me... ahem... Then I will go back to the next door with them first..." Maca turned her head and politely turned to the witch Nodding slightly.

"No, I am... I didn’t expect Mr. McLean to have such in-depth research on soul damage. The points you just said have inspired me a lot. I believe that even if the Longbottoms cannot Therefore, recovery will definitely bring other patients a lot of hope for recovery in the future!"

The female therapist looked quite gentle, with a special warmth between her conversations, and was a witch who felt cordial and trusting like a mother. In fact, even Maca felt that she was simply a wizard who was born to be a healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maca then walked to the door with Hermione, who had an unhappy face.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, Maca found that Neville was standing outside in a daze. And the other person's gaze obviously stayed on his own body all the time.

"Neville?" Maca called to him.

"Ah!"

Neville seemed to be taken aback. He recovered and opened his mouth to Maca, but he couldn't say anything.

"Do you care about the conversation between Ms. Straw and I just now?" Maca turned back subconsciously, because he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

Just now he was discussing Neville's parents' situation with Melim Straw.

There are actually many wizards in the magic world who know about the Longbottoms. At the beginning, Neville's parents were quite well-known Aurors in the English magic circle. In terms of strength, they were not defeated by elites such as Kingsley. They even managed to escape three times in the hands of Voldemort.

It's a pity that things are impermanent. After Voldemort's sudden fall, they were caught by those fanatical Death Eaters who were getting crazy in search of their masters. Two heart-boring spells that exceeded the limit, tortured them to the point where they left permanent brain damage.

Since Maca lived in St. Mungo this time, and lived in their next ward, I naturally wanted to stop by to see the specific injury.

Looking at Neville who was somewhat silent, Maca had to shook his head slightly.

He believes that the conversation he had with Ms. Straw just now definitely made Neville look forward to. Even if there is only a small amount of hope, he would never want to miss it.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about it." Maca frankly said, "It's not just magic damage, but...time has passed too long."

"Hmm." Neville hung his head sadly and responded softly.

His parents have been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although one of his dearest relatives is still alive, they still do not recognize themselves. This feeling is a more cruel reality than Harry's loss of his parents.

The fact that no matter how cruel it is, it will gradually become plain with the passing of time. To be honest, he is actually used to it.

He is used to his father being indifferent to himself, and he is also used to his mother being in a daze all day long. This habit is not to be underestimated, but an escape based on self-numbness.

It’s just that when my father occasionally glanced at himself, and when my mother occasionally handed himself a piece of candy paper, the pain and grievance of the sore nose always caused the sadness suppressed in my heart to burst out and blow him up. Battered all over.

Grandma always asks him to throw the candy papers his mother handed him into the trash can, but instead of throwing them away, he silently stuffed them into his pockets. Although he is not good at speech and sometimes dull, he also knows that there is nothing wrong with grandma asking him to do that.

He had heard from his grandmother before that her parents were both strong and brave Aurors, and that she could sacrifice everything in order to fight evil, which is her pride as a mother. As their children, they should inherit their courage~IndoMTL.com~ instead of showing their weakness for a piece of candy paper.

Kernerville put each piece of candy paper in his pocket, and kept it one by one. This is just because it was the only "gift" he received from his parents since he was a child.

"Thank you, Maca..." Neville suddenly recovered from the silence and nodded solemnly at Maca, "But it doesn't matter, after so long, I also know that it is probably impossible to recover. That's it."

After that, he looked in the ward again, but there was no feeling of wanting to give up in his expression.

"Maca! Neville! Come here!" Hermione seemed to notice that the two of them were not following, and suddenly turned around and shouted.

"Ah! Here comes!" Neville seemed to regain his senses, and saw that his expression returned to the usual awkwardness, and he ran over there in a hurry, "Maca, let's go. They are calling us!"

Seeing that Neville took two steps before thinking of himself, he couldn't help but smile. Maca didn't think much anymore, and after a response, he followed to the door next door.

Neville and Snape, the two cannot be compared together, but Maca just thought of Snape in Neville.

It is also a longing for the loved ones. Snape can desperately change a chance to meet, but Neville may not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably what Dumbledore is looking for. But even if you put aside the path of magic, the subtle changes in it are also a mystery that is worth thinking about.

"Ahem...yo, so many people?"

As soon as Maca stepped through the door, she found that her ward was already full of people, and the room that looked rather large was actually a bit crowded.