Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 793: “My Family” is here to ask someone

"...So, is that so?"

When Luna, Hermione and others are about to stage an "inevitable encounter" at the Wenrenju Quill Shop, Maca is sitting by the fireplace in the office, having a supplementary conversation with Ens.

At this moment, a familiar bi-colored walking stick was turning in Maca's hand, and Maca also secretly marveled at some subtle and powerful magical fluctuations.

Just now through Ens's account, Maca has generally understood that Salazar Slytherin did leave a so-called "backhand".

According to the actual situation mentioned by Ensi, the basilisk cultivated by Salazar is obviously a key to solving Helbo.

The other key to solving Helbo is naturally the snake stick that Maca is holding in his hand.

"Using the instant-death effect of the basilisk venom on the soul, and with the help of the secret connection between the soul fragments that transcends the space, a ‘special toxin’ that specifically restrains the Horcrux..."

"Well, speaking of it, it's kind of like a kind of ‘plague’ on the soul level?"

It is conceivable that when the growth of the basilisk requires a lot of time, although Salazar Slytherin has come up with a near-perfect solution, there is no way to implement it by himself.

After all, he didn't make any Horcruxes for longevity, and he never thought of doing that.

However, it can be said that it was a foolproof method back then, but after all, it is no match for the changes brought about by time. Who could have expected that the basilisk specially cultivated by Salazar had been dismantled into parts by someone in the secret room?

"Oh, is it my fault?"

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"The basilisk is already dead...Although the venom was collected at the time, the toxin that has lost its magical activity is just a pot of relatively powerful biological toxin. The only thing left is that it is stored in this root. Does the soul in the snake stick spread magic?"

After thinking about it for a while, Maca suddenly raised his head and looked at Ensi, who was sitting across from him holding a teacup.

"Remember, what was the mantra that Salazar told you to recite?"

Ensi shook his head again and again after hearing this.

"Uh, I was patronizing and ran away at that time, and I didn't even have time to listen..." He said as he thought, and finally said a little apologetically, "Well, except for the laughter of that old man Salazar, I I can hardly remember too many things."

"Okay!" Maca shrugged and said, "You can go back first-if you can remember the spells that Salazar read, please come and tell me at any time."

"Of course, no problem," Ens immediately stood up and said, "I will go back and remember it again."

After he finished speaking, he just turned around and walked a few steps, only to hear the voice of Maca coming from behind him again.

"Wait a minute," said Maca, stretched out the snake stick and handed it out, "you forgot it."

Ens looked back and waved his hand hurriedly.

"Oh no, this...I think it would be better to stay with you..."

"It was left to you by Slytherin," Maca said calmly, "take it! It's useless to me, and I suggest you just take it back and treat it as a collectible. Up."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, and then kindly exhorted:

"Remember! Everyone is suitable for different magic wands-this snake rod is very powerful, but for us, it is not the best."

"Is that so..." Enstein said thoughtfully, "Professor McLean, you mean... is this the so-called ‘Wand Selection Wizard’?"

Maca couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

"Let me think about it. You heard that sentence from Mr. Ollivander, didn't you?" He asked, but soon put away his smile and said seriously, "But I must I have to tell you-truly great wizards choose their wands."

At this point, Maca seemed to recall something and couldn't help smiling.

"There used to be a magic wand, which was called the most powerful wand in the world by wizards. Its name was "Old Wand". And the last owner of this wand... I think you must have heard of it. Yes, he is our last principal at Hogwarts-Professor Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh, of course!" As soon as Ens heard Dumbledore, he nodded and said, "The greatest wizard of modern times, sacrificed for Hogwarts... Even after his death, he could deter the Dark Lord and His minions prevent them from harassing Hogwarts Castle easily."

"Yes," Maca smiled. "But I can tell you one thing secretly—Actually, Professor Dumbledore died physically, but his spirit did not. As far as I know, he We have embarked on a new adventure in another place beyond our reach!"

"This...is this real? Really?" Ensi couldn't help but widened his eyes in surprise when he heard this.

"Well, maybe!" Maca said, "Professor Dumbledore's realm is too high, and I don't know it very well. I just know that before choosing to go that way, he only does One thing—"

Obviously, Ensi, who is full of longing for this world of wizards and magic, has long been unable to suppress the yearning in his heart.

"What's the matter?" He almost uncontrollably took a step forward and asked eagerly.

However, Maca still maintained his calm smile, even his sitting posture did not change.

"Professor Dumbledore, broke the ‘old magic wand’ he had been using... just like that, with a ‘click’, it turned into two pieces of broken wood."

While speaking, he also held the ends of the snake stick with both hands, and gestured casually. But just such a random fake action made Ensi's heart tight.

"Don't worry, I will return it to you if I say it. This is what you have." Maca reached out and handed it out, "Remember what I just said-strength may give us a certain degree of strength, But it will also make us lost on the way forward. Magic is always a magical, wonderful and dangerous thing."

After this, Maca asked Ensi to take over the snake stick, and watched the little wizard of Hufflepuff leave his office.

When the door to the room closed again, he lifted the cup in his hand and took a sip of tea.

"Leading a child who is likely to go on a crooked path to the right path...maybe more difficult than I thought," he sighed casually, "It's really hard to be a good teacher. !"

But just as Maca was still sighing for the great cause of "teaching and educating people," a wave of magical power faintly appeared from the corridor outside the office door, making him habitually look towards the door.

Unsurprisingly, soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Maca waved his hand, the door opened in response, and then he saw Professor Flitwick standing at the door... Uh, okay! Because of Flitwick's most adorable height due to his fairy blood, Maca actually only saw a small bald head.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick? You don't come to me often..." Maca immediately got up and greeted him. "Isn't it a day off? I thought you would go to three broomsticks with Hagrid and the others. How many cups are there?"

But when Maca saw Flitwick's expression, he knew there might be something wrong.

"Yes, Maca! I did want to go out with Hagrid and Slughorn for a drink," the little Flitwick said with a sharp throat, "but...well, We ran into a few...er, guests at the school gate?"

"So, they are the reason you came to my office to find me, right?" Maca curiously asked, "Who is the guest? Come to me?"

"No, not exactly..." Flitwick looked behind him, then closed the door of the office, lowered his voice and said, "It's from the Witt family. Listening to what they mean, it seems to be thinking Bring that little Charlotte girl back to the family."

"Oh?"

To be honest, Maca really didn't have any predictions about what happened to the Werther family at this time.

According to his previous assumptions, the most likely time for the gang of Witte guys to appear should be before the public event of Nico Lemay’s estate~IndoMTL.com~ Even if it doesn’t help, they should be. Make some noise before and after the selection of the alchemy contest.

Regardless of the possibility, Maca didn't think they would still be interested in Sister Charlotte, let alone come to Hogwarts for someone special.

"Professor, how many people are here?" Maca pondered for a moment, and then quickly asked.

Flitwick's expression has been more solemn since entering the door just now. This means that although the current situation is most likely not so good, it must not be out of control.

"A lot," Flitwick recalled, "There were probably more than twenty people. At the moment, Minerva was asking them at the school gate...or rather, trying to slow down."

"Then—I mean, what about Charlotte? She is today..." As he said, Maca quickly said to herself, "Oh, today is Hogsmeade Day, she should be I went to the pig’s head bar to work early in the morning."

"Yes," Flitwick heard the words and nodded immediately, "So, Minerva wants me to tell you first."

"Well, I see."

Charlotte was originally brought back to Hogwarts by him. Now that someone comes to ask someone at home, Professor McGonagall still has to find Maca.

However, after getting a rough idea of ​​the situation, Maca still didn't figure out what happened. The Werther family came to ask for Charlotte's behavior. What kind of intention was behind it?

"Forget it, let me go down and take a look first!" Maca frowned, "Professor, first go and arrange for the students who are still in the castle so that they don't go out for the time being."

As Professor Flitwick nodded, Maca had already passed him by and opened the door to the corridor.

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