Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 948: The wooden stick under the robe

"Maca."

Villy, who was sitting in the middle of the bed, kept watching Maca.

Through the gurgling red mist, she could see that Maca's expression seemed a little stiff, and her right hand holding the staff gradually turned white as she gradually clenched it tightly.

It looked like Maca was standing there motionless as if she was enduring something.

"...Maca?"

Villy felt that she shouldn't know what kind of emotion should be surging at this moment. Because the emotions and emotions that should belong to her have already been sealed with the curse in the bloodline.

But, obviously the seal has not been unlocked, why does she... can she feel a heartfelt throbbing in her heart constantly swelling?

"Maca? Are you okay?"

When Willie called out the name for the third time, she saw that the other party finally reacted. Although there was no verbal response, the slightly frozen eyes of the other party suddenly became alive again, and slowly moved to her side.

After that, about five or six seconds later, Maca took a sharp breath.

"The emotions should be back? Why... Even if you have feelings, do you still speak in this intermittent tone? I remember when you told me stories last time, didn't you become quite fluent afterwards? !"

His voice is still a bit hoarse, and his breathing doesn't seem so smooth anymore. But when he said these words, his tone was relaxed, and even some jokes were mixed in it.

It's just that Maca's hand holding the staff did not relax, and the joints were still slightly pale.

"Don't worry, I'm fine..." He smiled, "Sit there and wait! Although it will take a long time next, you can adjust to the feeling of regaining your emotions. First of all... …Well, let’s have a smile first!"

After that, Maca took a deep breath again, then took out an empty potion bottle without a cork from her waist and slowly placed it on the floor in front of her.

In order to eliminate unnecessary interference, he didn't use the Levitating Charm, but bent over and kneeled to put it down.

But I don't know if the invisible pressure just now is still pressing on him continuously, so that he is like a very heavy sandbag tied all over his body, and every movement seems extraordinarily slow.

But even so, his expression is still so calm, and there is even a trace of a smile on his face.

It is worth mentioning that when he did these actions, the red airflow in the room did not stop at a single minute, but was still surging regularly.

Villy on the bed immediately stroked her chest after hearing what Maca said.

Really? Yeah... the emotions did appear again. The throbbing just now didn't seem to be an illusion.

Aware of this, she stretched the corners of her mouth according to Maca's suggestion, and showed the smile that she had practiced so many times in front of Maca again.

"Before...I didn't like it and practiced smiling."

"Why?"

Maka stood up straight again on her knees while listening to Vili's words, and then asked.

Villy maintained the curvature of the corners of her mouth, quietly saying:

"The space hole is a bit strange."

"Um...like you are laughing at others?"

Maca nodded and continued to respond, and at the same time raised his staff slightly with difficulty.

"Maybe...well, I don't know."

Compared with Maca's stagnant movements, Wei Li's relaxed and smooth shook her head slightly and it looked more and more obvious. Although the two are in the same room, they seem to be in two worlds.

"Since you don't know, let's think about it now!"

The moment Maca casually gave a suggestion, the staff he just raised suddenly trembled...No, it was not the staff shaking, but his hand!

At that moment, there seemed to be an additional force in this room, which suddenly aroused the magic that permeated it. Before I knew it, something seemed to be silently caught.

It is a small particle in the rushing red mist-in the constantly flowing mist, it is like an inconspicuous water drop in the turbulent river, so that it is still difficult to leave the mist Find.

But Maca found it accurately.

Gently drag the staff back, a stream of magic power entrained the tiny red dot, slowly dragged to the top of the potion bottle under Maca’s will, and then silently The ground fell in the bottle.

"This is a very good start," Maca said again after finishing this, "It proves to us that waiting so long so far is really meaningful."

Villie obviously didn’t understand what Maca was talking about. She didn’t even see the little red dot that represented "significance", but it didn’t prevent her from showing Maca more clearly. Smile.

However, if this is the "first step" of today, there are still thousands of steps waiting for Maca after this!

"Then let's start!"

Macafu stretched out his staff again, and said calmly.

……

Two or three hours is undoubtedly a long time on Maca's side. However, for those who are still asleep in Saint Mungo, they will not even feel the passage of time.

When little Victor woke up dazedly from his sleep, he found that the warehouse that was being used as a temporary ward had become a little noisy.

"Well, is this...is it morning?"

The warehouse does not have windows designed. If you live here for a period of time, it is easy to make people lose the distinction between day and night.

And Victor and his son have not been out for several days...

Or in other words, they can't get out at all.

In fact, the people who live in this warehouse are all wounded whose movement is restricted due to various reasons.

Some seriously injured people have been lying down for a few days, and they need to be fed by trainee therapists or young volunteers even to eat; but most of them are just slightly injured, basically like Was in prison...

Oh no, it seems to be a bit too much to say that...In terms of the current treatment, it can only be said to be "house arrest" at best.

Just like little Victor and his drunk father.

"Let’s not mention house arrest, at least there is a benefit to living here..." Little Victor raised his hand and squeezed his neck, muttered secretly while lying on his back, "That's'Daddy Drunkard'. Without the wine, I am finally not drunk for the time being."

"Wake up? Then come and eat!"

Suddenly hearing the familiar voice, little Victor turned over and sat up on the mattress, rubbing his sleepy eyes vigorously by the way.

I don’t know if it’s a genetic relationship. Although the father and son can’t go out like the others who live here, they both behave indifferently.

Perhaps, it's because I confirmed the safety of my family before I came here!

"Hey, here comes."

Looking at the old man who was sitting on the wooden crate by the door and chewing on the bread, Victor finally got up from the mattress, pulled his shoes and walked around other people's floor.

"Sit down! Today I have toast with strawberry jam, and there is oatmeal with dried fruit over there. I will serve it myself!" Old Victor said, and couldn't help muttering again. "It's strange to say those wizards. , Obviously very busy, the hospital is full of people. But the breakfast every day can be turned around...but the taste is really good!"

"They are all said to be ‘wizards’, can’t they be transformed by magic!"

Little Victor said as he walked to the wooden crate with a pot of oatmeal, but behind him, his father shook his head immediately.

"I don't know if magic can be transformed into breakfast, but magic is definitely not omnipotent... Hey, maybe magic will also abide by the law of quality!"

If Maca was here now, he would applaud the words of the old Victor-Judging from the laws Maca observed in the study of magic, this might be a correct conjecture. Too!

Unfortunately, he is not there right now.

"What quality is upright and quality is upright... I said Dad, on that matter, are you going to explain it to me?"

In these days~IndoMTL.com~ No matter how many times Victor asked, the old man never told him a word about his ability to fly on a broomstick.

Although he thinks it is likely to be related to the mother he has never met, as long as the old man does not say it, the guess will never become a fact.

"Didn't I say that I don't know?" Old Victor waved his hand casually, then stuffed a large bite of toast dipped in strawberry jam into his mouth, vaguely, "You have to ask How many times? Stop asking!"

"Hey--"

As a filial son, little Victor really can't help this unreliable father.

"Forget it! Let's continue to live here!" He grumbled feebly. "Then wait for Mr. McLean to get impatient, and let him take him directly from your stubborn head. 'Pull out' the answer!"

"Huh, he wants to pick it up, but I can't stop it." Old Victor rolled his eyes and said, "Unfortunately, he can only extract a handful of pulpy brains out of my head!"

After hearing this, Little Victor subconsciously glanced at the bowl he had just filled with cereal-a bowl of white flowers, let alone it really looked like...

"Stop talking, let people not eat breakfast!"

As he was talking, suddenly he saw a seriously injured patient lying not far away from the corner of his eyes. The gauze that was bandaged almost all over his head oozes a large amount of blood stains.

Okay! This time I lose my appetite... Wait, what's that?

Little Victor craned his neck and looked at the patient's robe. From his angle, a small wooden stick seemed to be exposed from the inside of the robe.

"Oh! Is that..."

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