Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 943: Invitation of the Queen of England

"Ron? What are you doing in a hurry?"

On the way downstairs, Maca ran into Ron who was running up the stairs. Seeing his furious appearance, I don't know what happened again.

Ron, who was coming up, saw Maca and was about to say hello by the way, but he used both hands to hold the tray, and finally had to grin at Maca.

"Yesterday when you were away, another Auror was sent, and the situation was not so good. No, it seems to have relapsed just now. Mr. Paye was too busy, so I asked me to get some medicine for him... "

He said as he walked up, and finally turned the stairs directly and no one could be seen.

"Oh, don't talk about it! Maca, see you later!"

Looking at the stairway without a figure, Maca couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

In this disaster, the friends of r.a. all played a very important role. Not only did they join the ranks of resisting dark creatures in time, many people have stayed after that, repairing London, searching and rescuing the wounded, and even slaying them. They are everywhere.

Even guys like Ron who are not usually motivated are constantly contributing their own strength.

Passing by with Ron, Maca met several familiar or unfamiliar volunteers one after another on the way down, and then returned to the first floor.

Walking through the hall full of patients, he turned from the side door at the other end to an internal corridor at the back of the hall.

The rooms here are usually used as warehouses and potions preparation rooms, but because St. Mungo needs more space to house patients this time, some of the warehouses were vacated.

Now, those who are placed in these warehouses are all special injuries.

For example, the father and son of Victor's family are now living here...

"Hey! McLean, my body is already so good, why don't you let us go back?"

As soon as Maca entered a certain warehouse, he immediately heard old Victor's questioning. It can be seen that he has been staring at the door of the room, waiting to say this!

But the fact is just as he said, although the old Victor is too old and physically weak, he was only cold from the beginning. Now, he has long since become alive again.

However, without Maca's consent, it would be impossible for the father and son to leave Saint Mungo.

"Sorry, I really can't let you go home...especially you, old sir." He walked up to the old Victor and said, "Two, why don't we go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and a bite? How about dim sum? I’m a treat—"

"What tea to drink," Old Victor said with a strain on his old face, "We just want to go home and live on in peace! You don't have to ask anything, because I don't know anything." /

"Dad--"

"Don't talk!"

Little Victor seemed to be trying to persuade his father to say a few words, but he was immediately blocked by him.

But at the words of old Victor, Maca smiled disapprovingly.

"Sir, what you said is a bit unreasonable, right?" He ignored the curious eyes of other patients in this warehouse, and said to himself, "If you really want to live in peace, why then? You even let your son go with me?"

At first, Maca had left alone, but it didn't take long for Victor to catch up with him who was about to fly away. At that time, even Victor himself was puzzled.

Now, the old Victor says he doesn't want to get involved with the wizard at all. Isn't this just a contradiction?

But no matter how clear Maca said, the old Victor was still pretending to be confused.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he stubbornly shook his head, with a firm attitude, "and, you don't want to say this anymore...I just want to leave here and go home, can't you?"

Speaking of this, the old man is still quite loud and authentic:

"It's hard to say, do you still want to use that magic to hold us father and son here forever?"

Looking at the old Muggle man who couldn't make any sense, Maca waved his hand casually.

"That won't be enough," he chuckled, "At best, I don’t want to ask you any more, just look in your head to find out what I want. And after that, you can do the same. Leave safely..."

Maca did not continue to ask, after all, he has a lot of other things to do these days. The old man didn't want to say it, so he could just go back and say it again, not in a hurry.

When he left here again, he glanced back a little, and happened to see the stunned look on old Victor's face.

It seems that the Victor family may indeed have some connection with the magic world, but at least this old man doesn't know much about magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be surprised at Maca's phrase "Looking for something in your head".

Under Victor's apologetic gaze, Maca went out of this temporary ward again, and pushed open another door not far away without stopping.

This is the potion preparation room, which is different from the other large preparation room located in the basement, which is only set up and maintained as a spare room on weekdays.

Now, this place has been borrowed by Maca as a personal preparation room.

He put the patient record book in his hand on the desk at the door, and he walked quickly to the writing desk inside and sat down, and then took out a thick notebook from his waist.

Through the magic lighting that was just lit up, Maca flipped through the notes back and forth, and then immediately plunged into the soul rule project he was currently studying.

No matter how busy these two days are, he will not completely abandon the research at hand.

After all, all these messy things are caused by Helbo. Tracing back to the source, if you want to completely solve these troubles, you must start with Helbo.

Not to mention, who knows what trouble the guy will cause next-you know, this time the guy slipped away with a new body!

About an hour later, Maca finally raised his head from the research assignment, frowned and rubbed his faintly swollen temples.

After taking out a bottle of potion and taking a big sip for himself, he blinked and let out a sigh of relief.

"There are still a few days... well, three days at most!"

Close the notebook on the table, Maca immediately took out a thicker one from her waist, and then flicked through a half of the page that was overwritten by him.

"In this situation, I don't expect to be able to rest... then three days later!"

For Maca, there is at least one advantage of being a wizard, that is, you don't have to worry that your fatigue will delay your work efficiency. No matter how confused the brain becomes, a potion for lifting will immediately return to a pretty good state.

So, even if the schedule is full for a certain period of time, it will often not affect the final result.

Of course, advantages always have disadvantages. Even for him, he needs to clean up the drug deposits afterwards to avoid certain negative effects caused by overdose.

I closed the notebook, and when Maca put it away, he habitually glanced at the cover.

This memoir called "The Book of Sin" seems to have been with him for many days.

……

More than ten minutes later, inside St. James's Park.

After arriving in London, people from the International Wizarding Federation usually spend their time here in tents to rest or deal with other tasks, except to perform tasks.

Just like President Akinbad, he's always here to give orders and assign jobs to the big guys.

With his dusty robe, people who don’t know might think he is a contractor on the construction site!

However, whenever he needed to go to Buckingham Palace, which was just across the park, he would immediately change into a brand new robe. Although the clothes inside are still a bit dirty, at least they are still glamorous on the surface, isn't it?

At this moment, he is exactly like that.

"McLean...oh, I've been waiting for you for a while! Come on, come with me, they have waited a lot longer than me..."

Seeing Maca appearing from the lake in front, Akinbad trot over immediately, pulling Maca to the park gate.

The Muggle expulsion curse has been cast here, including the surrounding streets.

So, although the Muggles have been transported back to the city, and even their lives have begun to return to their normal state, there are still only wizards in this place.

"No, no need to pull, I can just go by myself!"

After being dragged by Akinbard for a few steps, Maca quickly drew his arm back-it was so uncomfortable to walk like this.

And after that, he continued to explain:

"Mr. Akinbad, you also know that St. Mungo's side is not much easier than the temporary shelter of Muggles. After all, before the army intervenes, the ones who can hold some of the enemies are all wizards... The number of injuries this time is really a lot!"

Generally speaking, if Muggles are targeted by those monsters, they are basically gone on the spot. Therefore, there are more on the side of the wizard than the wounded. This is also true.

But if you want to talk about the dead, then...

"Oh...I also know this~IndoMTL.com~ After Akinbad heard Maca say this, his rushing pace couldn't help but full, "I believe the Muggle Queen also understands this. Once, it's not easy on either side! "

Yes, today the Queen of England specially invited Maca to be a guest in the afternoon, saying that it was an afternoon tea and a casual chat, but the specifics are actually self-explanatory.

"Mr. Akinbad," Maca asked casually when he came to the gate of Buckingham Palace, "You said, what are the plans of the royal family?"

The Federation has always been in contact with the British Royal Family. Otherwise, Maca would not have thought about asking Akinbard to take charge of the Queen’s side.

Of course, the late arrival of the Federation at the end also made this relationship useless.

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