Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 639: Visitors

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For a school, the most fundamental nature is the source of students. Every magic school has its own means of searching for new students, just as Hogwarts relies on the "acceptance pen" handed down from ancient times and matched with it.

However, just sending the admission letter to the selected children may not be able to successfully recruit them. Take Harry as an example, if Hagrid hadn't gotten involved, he was afraid that he would never be able to step into the magic world in his life, let alone enroll in Hogwarts.

In the modern magical world where there are more and more Muggle-born wizards, how to properly guide those future students who cannot go to Hogwarts on their own into the magical world has become an important issue nowadays. . In fact, in the course "Muggle Studies", which is one of the elective subjects, there is a specific inquiry course in this area.

At Hogwarts, at least one professor will take up this responsibility every year to observe and contact those who are awakened by magic power outside the magical world to a certain extent. This is not only to ensure that those children can come to Hogwarts Castle to experience the charm of magic, but it is more for their own safety.

Be aware that once those children with wizarding potential are mentally suppressed in the Muggle world, it is possible to gradually turn into silent ones!

This year, Professor McGonagall put this seemingly inconspicuous, but in fact, responsible work into Maca's hands, letting him guide the children who are isolated outside the magic gate.

"Squeaky--"

As the sound of the broken wooden door being pushed aside, Maca walked steadily into this small tower on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

The door of this tower opens next to several side by side utility rooms, but these doors are all enchanted, if you don’t unlock them, no matter which door you open, you can see What you get will only be an ordinary utility room.

Maca knocked rhythmically on the door a few times before reaching out and unscrewing the doorknob.

As soon as he entered, he found that the ground floor of this tower was also crowded with all kinds of debris, and it was almost indistinguishable from the few debris rooms next door. As soon as he got here, his vision was dim, because there was no light source in it.

Outside the doorway behind him, light penetrated from his side, and the slanting beam of light formed a sharp contrast with the darkness in the room. In the misty beam of light projected in, the swirling dust particles were clearly identifiable, and people couldn't help but feel that even the passage of time was quietly slowing down a lot.

When he walked around among the mops, dustpans, broken wooden cabinets, and old school desks that were almost piled up into a hill, and looked inside, he finally found another small wooden door that was broken.

The thing that didn't match the appearance of the small wooden door was that Maca could vaguely sense that there was obviously a very complicated forbidden magic attached to it. If it weren't for someone who had a way to open it, it would be extremely difficult to enter the upper floor of this small tower through here even if the obstacles outside were broken.

Maca looked around curiously for a while, then stretched out his palm forward and silently cast a spell specifically designed to open this door. And as he finished casting the spell, the wooden door unsurprisingly creaked and opened automatically, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind it.

The wooden doors are old, as are these stone stairs. Maca climbed up step by step, and there was a feeling of looseness under his feet, which made people afraid that he would collapse and fall apart when he stepped on a heavy foot.

Each level of these stairs is higher than the other stairs in the castle, making this spiral staircase that leads to the top quite steep. Fortunately, the tower is not high overall. Although it was a little difficult to get up, it didn't take long for Maca to realize that he could see the trapdoor above his head.

"Click—Boom!"

Probably because house elves are not allowed to enter here, and there are no hard-working little guys to clean and tidy up. The dust here is especially high. At the moment the trapdoor was pushed open, there was still a lot of flying dust that fell into Maca's eyes along with the light.

He squinted his eyes quickly, and while covering his mouth, he used a descaling curse to clean up the dust before he straightened up and walked up.

As soon as he stepped into the round room at the top of this small tower, Maca caught a glimpse of the half-person high stone platform in the center. The surface of the stone platform itself and the bricks on the ground are all carved with old and ancient symbols, without any brilliance, or even half magical fluctuations.

But even so, Maca still clearly understands that this stone platform and the book that rests on the table are all working all the time.

He is a wizard who is proficient in ancient magic texts, so obscure ancient magic traces, of course, will meet Lie Xinxi. But now that you have learned about this place from Professor McGonagall, you can certainly come to research at any time in the future, so you don't have to rush it for a while.

After paying some attention, Maca took out his notebook and recorded the name and location information on the Zhongxin page line by line. Just looking at it this way, this mysterious magic book is actually the same as an ordinary book, even when it is turned over, it is exactly the same as a book without magic.

"Sarah Hornheim? Hey, the name is already written on this, and I don’t know if this genius girl will eventually choose Hogwarts..." Macabian was on the notebook hanging in front of her. I kept writing, while still pondering, "Oh? Ens Tavon... Isn't this the boy from Little Delphi's neighbor's house? You can go back and have a look..."

More than ten minutes later, Maca, who had been recorded on the list, looked at it again and then nodded.

"There are not many places to run. I should be able to handle it alone, so I don't need to trouble other professors." After checking, he closed the notebook and took it back to his waist with the pen. In the bag.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, a faint stream of magic power suddenly came from a distance, almost instantaneously.

He was very sensitive to fluctuations in magical power, so he turned around and looked over.

The moment he turned his head, the "Pen of Acceptance" that had been silently inserted in the ink bottle floated above the sky, seeing the tip of the pen falling onto the page. But in the next second, the black dragon skin cover slid to the side and closed automatically with a "pop".

According to what Professor McGonagall said before coming here, there is undoubtedly a magical runaway that the "pen of acceptance" has sensed but has not yet expressed its approval.

There are many kinds of magic riots of little wizards.

According to their own magical talents, children with higher magic activity will have higher intensity of runaways, and children with more determined spirits will have more ingenious forms of runaways.

In addition to this, there are of course some special cases, such as the situation of perfect control in the unconscious like Maca’s magical runaways; another example, like Voldemort in his childhood, able to control to a certain extent Magic power to achieve a situation of self-will.

Just like these special cases, they can be recognized with the "pen of acceptance" at the same time, and their names can be written on the pages of the book in the first time. If this is not the case, it may be necessary to make follow-up observations carefully so that the name can be retained after repeated inspections.

Since the name was not immediately included in the page list, Maca thought for a while, then turned around and left first. Because he knows that the observation time can be long or short. If he chooses to stay and wait, who knows when there will be a result? It would be better to check back later.

"Hope you can be selected too!" Before closing the trapdoor, Maca glanced at the stone platform again and said.

……

The weather today is not so good. There is still some sunshine in the morning, but the sky becomes gloomy in the afternoon. But this is the case in the United Kingdom, the gray sky is the norm, and it is a bit strange to see if you don't see it all day.

Maca had already been to a family before lunch, and his current task was only to take a look at it. If he really needed to contact him, it would still be in the period before the start of school.

At this moment, he is sitting in the tram and looking at the street scene outside, his mouth and nose are full of long-lost city atmosphere. Occasionally, he could hear one or two musicians in the street who are trendy and unique, bringing a little lightheartedness to the slightly dull street.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain~IndoMTL.com~Maca tilted her head and looked up to the sky. "Although it's okay to see the rain in the city, it's not very convenient to work. ? I also want to take advantage of the first few days of the holiday, to take a leisurely stroll ‘here’! "

The "this side" in his mouth naturally refers to the Muggle world.

Actually, for Maca, the magical world is actually the "other side" of the world. No matter how long he lives there, it is difficult for him to completely treat himself as a wizard. Maybe I didn't feel that much when I was busy in the magic world, but once I returned to this Muggle world, this kind of intimacy suddenly became stronger.

"Crack—"

He was thinking casually when the tram suddenly stopped. As the car door opened, he also suddenly recovered, and got out of the car along with many people in a hurry.

But after only a few steps, Maca felt a few coolness across his head. When he raised his head and looked high in the sky, the gloomy air raindrops hung and scattered like silk threads, one by one, as if to fragment the entire sky.

After all, the rain fell.