Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 967: Ron’s Standard

　　 In the entire room, the concentration of magic power has reached an unprecedented height.

　　 It has been more than ten hours since Maca started to lift the curse for Willie early this morning. During this period, except for a pause when dealing with Helbo who invaded St. Mungo, at other times he had been silently separating and extracting the cursed substance in the blood of Villi.

　　 At the same time, he also needs to use the soul rune to resist the curse on Willie.

　　 maybe because of this, he is constantly mobilizing magic power every minute and every second, so that even the escaped magic power slowly accumulates in this bedroom of Wei Li.

　　 To be honest, even if there is a wand that can save the use of mana, Maca feels quite tired.

　　 But fortunately, the cursing substance accumulated in the potion bottle on the ground also became more and more. Judging from the weight inside, this first stage must have finally come to an end.

　　 During this period of time, nothing unexpected happened on St Mungo's side, and Haierbo had not been able to get out of that "trap".

　　The state of affairs is moving in a good direction.

　　Vellie is still lying on her side on the bed, sleeping quietly with her arms on her pillow, her breathing is slight and long.

　　 But Maca knew that she didn't actually fall asleep—after all, she slept a little too quietly, and basically didn't move much.

　　 did not pay too much attention to Vili in the false sleepy sleep, Maca continued to repeatedly pull out the red light spots, while again thinking about the blood curse of the Blois family.

　　 As far as the curse power that Maca is currently experiencing personally, he has begun to be more or less convinced that the essence of this curse is definitely derived from one of the rules of the soul.

　　 And just like the bewitching stele, the devouring mirror, the painful dagger... and even the Gryffindor sword in the Sorting Hat, this curse power can also cause terrible disasters.

　　 It’s just that the "source of disaster" in Willie's body is obviously very different from several other things.

　　 Thinking of this, Maca glanced at the blood-red mysterious substance in the potion bottle a little, thinking secretly.

　　 If the curse of bearing is aside...or the special nature of the bearing rules, then the substance in this bottle is almost no different from blood.

　　 However, the value of a substance that can carry a complete rule is needless to say.

　　 Actually, Maca came to Fort Blois on time despite the crisis and peace. In addition to complying with the agreement with Willie and Mr. Blois, I have to say that it is indeed promising. The reason for this curse itself is in it.

　　 If he can help Wei Li smile again, but also gain something in dealing with Haier Bo, then he will definitely not be in vain.

　　 So, at this moment, Maca also has a certain expectation in his heart.

　　 So, after not knowing how long it was, Maca gently put the last light particles into the potion bottle, and immediately couldn't help but relax.

　　 After an entire day, I had to experience a long-range confrontation with Helbo, and this first stage was finally over.

　　 picked up the potion bottle on the ground, plugged the cork for the first time and applied the enchantment, then he took the bottle to his eyes and observed it closely.

　　 The sticky red liquid is really exactly the same as blood.

　　 "Is this... a curse?"

　　 abruptly, Wei Li has climbed out of bed and walked to Maca’s side. While asking softly, her clear eyes stared straight at the potion bottle in Maca's hand, seemingly curious.

　　 But judging from her still expressionless appearance, pulling these substances out of her body obviously failed to get her out of the mutual influence of curses and seals.

　　 "No, this can only be regarded as a ‘part’ of the curse!"

　　Maca didn't say much, he just put the potion bottle in his waist pocket, and then pushed Veri's shoulder to rush her back to the bed.

　　"Go back and lie down!" He smiled and said, "Next is the next stage. If nothing happens, this is the last step. Um...you may feel a little sleepy for a while. , I think you can really sleep well this time."

　　 His words are naturally teasing Willie's fake sleep just now, but it's a pity that Willie has always been immune to this. But after hearing what Maca said, she actually nodded seriously.

　　 "Well, good night."

　　 "Oh, of course, good night!" Maca nodded, "If you think you might not be comfortable when you wake up tomorrow, I think you can practice it in your dream first."

　　……

　　 When Maca started to make final preparations for the subsequent stage, everyone in St. Mungorie seemed to... feel a little bit idle.

　　 In fact, until it got late, many patients turned off their lights with a little anxiety in their hearts. Everyone is very tired after this day of tossing.

　　 And the R.A. members no longer need to be busy caring for patients. Except for the first patrol, the rest are gathered in the lobby to prepare to rest.

　　 Due to Saint Mungo’s temporary isolation from the outside world, the rich meals previously admired by the old Victor are gone. Tonight everyone ate only some very common reserve dry food.

　　 But at present everyone hasn't fully guaranteed their lives, and no one cares about the quality of the food. Even if it’s okay to put a large table in the hall at this time, there may not be many people. Rejoice for it.

　　 Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the pair of pairs in the hall occasionally looking at each other and occasionally looking away indifferently, you can roughly feel the stagnant atmosphere here.

　　"Harry and Neville are there, and they have been talking about it for half an hour, right? What do you think they are talking about so vigorously?"

　　 Ron leaned against a wall pillar in the hall, tilted his head and glanced at the door boredly. Although he was really curious about the conversation between Harry and Neville, he didn't bother to go around so many pavings to listen to the song.

　　 On the other side of the wall pillar he was leaning on, Ginny shook her head subconsciously when she heard it.

　　 Of course she also cares about Harry very much. In the past two days—especially today, Harry will often show a slightly strange side. Although she could feel that it was not from Helbo's influence, it was difficult for her to relax.

　　 "I don't know," Ginny shook her head, even though Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the pillar, couldn't see her movements, "It's just... I think Harry must be fighting hard! He again Unlike you, lazy and useless."

　　 "Hey, did you say that about brother?"

　　Ron rolled his eyes immediately, his wand dangled between his fingers, and then fell to the ground with a "click".

　　 "But you are right...Let’s not talk about lazy or lazy, at least I am really ‘useless’."

　　 "Ron!"

　　 Ginny on the other side heard the word and suddenly held the floor probe and looked at Ron, then raised her hand and slapped her brother on the head.

　　 "Oh! What are you doing!" Ron said helplessly, holding his head.

　　 "What are you doing?" Ginny gave him a blank look. "You are still not a Weasley child...Did not Dad often say,'We can't stop doing it because we can't do it'? Just now I just talked about it. Do you really think it's useless?"

　　 "Then you tell me where I am useful?" Ron picked up the wand on the ground and patted the scattered dust on it.

　　 Ginny thought about it, and finally said in an uncertain tone:

　　 "Hmm... Know Maca?"

　　 "Oh, my sister!" Ron raised his hand and patted her shoulder feebly. "I know you want to urge me, and maybe you want to encourage me... But ~ IndoMTL. com~Are you sure this is a kind of encouragement and comfort?"

　　"Not because you are really useless."

　　 Ginny glared at him again, then shrank her head and went back to the wall post.

　　 Ron also leaned back to his original position, scratched his scalp vigorously, and then sighed silently.

　　 "Flock of birds."

　　 Gently swayed the wand in his hand in front of him, and several small birds flew out from the tip of his wand, whirring and flying in the hall.

　　 He tilted his body and raised his head, controlling the birds to circle back and forth for a few weeks, and then called them back to his bent knees.

　　 This spell is not difficult, but it is not very easy either-it requires a certain degree of polymorphism skills to cast.

　　Through practice in recent years, Ron's strength has actually been very good. He was able to cast many spells that only adult wizards could cast, and there were even a few spells whose effects were comparable to that of the Auror.

　　 If there hadn't been so many messy things happening, just in the calm and stable magic world in the past, he would have been enough to graduate at Hogwarts with quite good grades.

　　 However, as far as he is now, it seems that he is still far behind.

　　What is the standard of measurement?

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