Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 644: Strong Alexander

"...Let's see! Those happy Irish boys threw a big bag of popcorn on our side again, crackled the window glass of Churchill Square Shopping Centre, and put down more than 200 by the way. Poor civilian. To be honest, it was a brutal and inhuman tragedy!"

"However, history often tells us that miracles are always born in disasters! Yes, according to the latest investigation, a little boy lying in his mother's arms actually survived unscathed in the center of the explosion! This It's..."

One day at noon, in a coffee shop near an ordinary residential area in London, Maca was sitting near the floor-to-ceiling windows looking through a newspaper.

Of course, judging from the nonsense writing of the report, it is obviously not a serious newspaper at all.

After reading this article about the previous car bomb hastily, while secretly sighing about its fried rice, he flipped through it a few times, and by the way, he focused on the third edition.

"Hey, today's is quite big..."

Speaking casually, Maca folded the newspaper again, and threw it aside carelessly. Right at the top of the front page, the name of this newspaper is very eye-catching-it is the British "Sun" that is notorious all over the world.

Here, let's not mention the Muggle newspaper. In fact, inadvertently, time tends to pass by at an unpredictable speed. In a blink of an eye, most of the Hogwarts holiday has passed.

In the meantime, the things that should happen will naturally still happen, such as the multiple operations of the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, and the various magical studies of Maca.

As for now, it's time for Maca to work again.

The boy named Alexander Wolfe who appeared in the explosion earlier by the magical runaways was named Alexander Wolf. The child who had lost his mother lived in the neighborhood on the opposite side of the cafe.

About the middle of last month, Hogwarts’ enrollment letter was sent to his home by the owl; and today, it’s up to Maca to visit the family in person and get to know the child and his father’s Specific wishes.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Maca drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, leaving a tip and leaving the cafe, heading straight to a small house across the street.

From the outside, it can be seen that this house has been through many years, and it has hardly been renovated and repaired. It looks rather dilapidated. The lawn in front of the house seems to have been trimmed, but in recent days it has been almost unmanaged, and the grass grows quite arbitrary.

Maca first walked to the mailbox on the side of the road, opened the lid and glanced at it. There were already a lot of letters accumulated in it. Of course, several envelopes from Hogwarts were mixed with other advertisements, sales promotion, and missionary materials, and they looked rather messy.

But it doesn't matter much, because the barn owls at Hogwarts are hardworking.

Even if they are not delivered to the children once or twice, they will continue to take out the prepared letters, and then do everything possible to deliver them. Whether it's a door or a window, even the chimney is a good choice-of course, that only works when the fireplace is not lit.

Maca just looked at the mailbox and walked to the door of this small house and knocked on the door politely.

The door was not opened immediately, until after he used a little more effort to knock for the third time, with the sound of footsteps inside, a still slightly naive voice came from the other side of the door.

"Who is there?"

"My name is Maca McLean," Maca introduced himself first, and then bluntly stated his intentions, "You should have received an admission letter from an owl, right? I. I'm here to ask you if you are willing to go to our school to learn how to use magic correctly..."

This is not the first time he has visited the family of the future little wizard. He knows that he should make it clear when he meets for the first time, and then use facts to relieve their doubts.

When facing a child, we must pay more attention to using certain key points to attract their attention-for example, the mysterious and wonderful word "magic".

"Magic?"

Sure enough, as soon as the child heard the word, he hurriedly "clicked" to open the door. Such a defenseless little guy inevitably makes Maca give birth to the illusion that he is abducting children.

"You are the old man in the magic school—"

As soon as the door opened, the boy standing at the door was stunned looking at Maca. Obviously, Maca's exceptionally young appearance made him immediately deny the identity of the "teacher" he had originally expected.

"Mr. McLean... are you a senior in the senior year?" Alexander, the boy with short flax hair, paused, then guessed suspiciously, "Is that really a school of magic?"

"Yes, magic school."

Maca nodded, then stretched out his hand and shook slightly, a ball of flame exploded under his control, and turned into a bouquet of flowers. He smiled and handed the bouquet to Alexander in front of him, and by the way, he subconsciously glanced into the room behind him.

In fact, he felt a little puzzled, because according to the investigation, the child lived with his parents. Although he lost his mother not long ago, he did not lose his father at the same time-did his father go out?

It’s not a good idea to leave your children alone at home. But now that the child has no mother, the family's livelihood burden falls entirely on his father alone. I am afraid that it will be helpless for a while.

"It's really magic..." Alexander looked at the bouquet in his hand and was so surprised that he could hardly speak. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly raised his head, "Sir, I I need magic! I want to make my mother come alive! Since it is magic, it must be possible, right?"

For this problem, Maca certainly had anticipated it a long time ago, and this will come sooner or later. It's just that he didn't expect it to come so soon.

This little boy named Alexander is very straightforward and has a strong heart of "face reality" that ordinary children don't have. After losing his mother, he did not fall into the fear of death and the grief and helplessness of parting relatives, but naturally thought of saving his mother.

Looking at his hopeful eyes, Maca couldn't help discovering that a simple "no" could be so difficult to say.

"Unfortunately, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life." He sighed softly, "Alexander, you have to understand that even magic is not omnipotent."

"No? Why?" Alexander Dang even clenched his fists and said loudly, "Then I don't learn magic anymore, it's of no use to me—"

Faced with a child who was only ten years old, it was difficult for Maca to use Dumbledore’s remarks to interpret the meaning of death—even he himself hadn’t figured out the true meaning of death. How could he treat a Can the child explain clearly?

So, he had to use his own point of view to try to unblock the other person.

"Alexander," Maca said, "Death may be very painful and uncomfortable, but that is not necessarily the end of life, understand? The last principal of our school also passed away some time ago. In the guidance he left, I went to another world and saw him."

"Another world?" Hearing Maca's words, Alexander immediately lit up, "Then... did mother go there too? I... I can still see her, right?"

Maca could not answer this question. After all, Dumbledore was able to go "there" because of his own powerful ability. As for Alexander's mother, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it there.

"I don't know either." Maca finally shook his head, "because my skills are not strong enough... but I know that although magic can't resurrect the dead, it can protect the still alive. Alexander, do you have anyone you want to protect?"

Alexander blinked, then suddenly nodded firmly.

"I want to protect Dad!"

Maca suddenly smiled.

"Really?" He said softly, "This is very good, I believe you can protect your father...Where is your father now? Did you go out?"

"Oh, no..." The boy hesitated and turned back, and glanced at the small staircase in the house. "Dad is upstairs, in his room... He hasn't been out for many days. ."

"Huh?" Maca was stunned when he heard the words. "Is he okay? Have you seen it before?"

The death of his wife~IndoMTL.com~ must have dealt a big blow to the father of this child. Perhaps his father was not as determined as he was. When facing the life and death of his lover, he fell silently into despair.

"Yes...in fact, he cooked for me in the first few days, but now..." Alexander's childish face slowly climbed into a little sadness, "I can only do Some hard to eat things, he eats very little and hardly speaks."

"Do you do it yourself?" Maca looked at him and said, "This is amazing, Alexander...Take me to see your father! I might be able to do something for him--"

"Do you use magic?" Alexander nodded quickly, "Please refresh my father! He has lost a lot of weight and can't go on like this—"

After that, he immediately turned around and greeted Maca to go home.

This is undoubtedly an exceptionally strong boy, and Maca feels that this kid might bring more changes to Hogwarts. It's just that it's not a good habit to be too unprepared for strangers.

Maka thought about it, stepped forward, and closed the door.