Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 984: 1 bottle of wine money

Time is passing by unconsciously.

Speaking of which, although the streets of London before seemed to have some unknown accidents, afterwards, there was no abnormality.

The mysterious wizard in the windbreaker disappeared silently without anyone knowing it, just as it was when he came.

As this Christmas holiday gradually comes to an end, the impact of the London disaster, even in the hearts of wizards living in the British magical world, seems to be fading day by day.

Under Maca’s treatment, a large part of St. Mangori’s injuries have been discharged from the hospital. Even Kingsley went back to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday and went back to work.

Looking at the ward in the hospital slowly vacating a lot of beds, Maca knew that this free "special therapist" was about to end.

"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."

As it approached the evening, Maca performed regular check-ups for the remaining patients as usual. After seeing the two of Harry skillfully packing the trolley and preparing to go downstairs, he finally announced that the "punishment" for the two was over.

But when they wanted to cheer for it, Maca smiled slightly and said:

"There are still a few days left, I think it's probably enough for you to finish your homework-don't even think of a reason not to write! Especially Professor Bins's thesis on the history of magic, finish it!"

"Oh! Maca, are you a demon?" Ron said bitterly, "Can't make me happy for a while!"

"Okay," Maca patted him on the shoulder and kindly reminded him, "Let's go! I'll take you to the door... If you want to eat more tonight, then hurry back now! Isn't your mother? I know that you are going home today, and if you are late for a while, you will have something to eat for dinner."

"Ah! That should be faster--" Ron suddenly patted his thigh, "Harry, let's go faster!"

Returning the trolley to the storeroom, Maca accompanied the two of them through the front glass to the outside street.

The weather has been pretty good in recent days, just like today, even the wind and rain in London is covered with the golden sunset. Harry and Ron, who had been busy in St. Mangori all day, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched the streets and pavements that reflected the brilliance.

To be honest, although they are also taking care of patients these days, they have deeply experienced many life principles. But when the harvest is quite fruitful, it will inevitably be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.

Now that they stepped out of the environment full of life and death, they could not help but relax when they were bathed in the sun again.

"If you have any thoughts, let's wait until the evening to think about it!"

Maca glanced at it, and she could see through their minds. But just as he was about to urge the two to leave, a flap of wings suddenly rang from the top of his head, and then an owl fell on his shoulder.

"Cuckoo."

He took the envelope that the owl was holding in his hand.

"Who wrote you?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry about it," Maca took out the letter paper, unfolded it and glanced at it casually, and said while watching, "It's Mondungus, he asked me to go to the bar to sit at night."

"Mondungus?" Ron said, "Isn't he in charge of intelligence? Did something happen again?"

It can be seen from the reaction of the two that everyone is a little sensitive to small movements now, including Hermione and others who went home first.

Maca shook his head and said:

"Even if something is really going on, it's just a small matter—maybe it’s bigger than your dinner today, but it’s also bigger than your unfinished homework!"

After blasting Harry and Ron away, he unfolded the letter and read it again, and then received it in his waist bag.

Yes, that letter was indeed just an invitation to Mondungus’ bar, and the information delivered in such an unhurried manner would naturally not be very important.

It's just...

Turning his head slightly, Macafu glanced at today's gorgeous sunset again. Muggles are draped in gold to come and go on the street, the traffic is staggered on the road-and now this normal street scene can be reproduced as before, and I have to say that he also has a credit.

Thinking about it, even the smallest anomaly is worth paying attention to, isn’t it?

……

At nightfall that night, Maca finally put down the quill in his hand after finishing her work.

I saw him carefully pick up the potion bottle on the table, and more cautiously put it around his waist. What was in that bottle was the source of the disaster he extracted from Wei Li.

In fact, since Helbo left St. Mungo, he began researching this particular item.

Compared with other "crimes" similar to it, it is indeed very special-this is the first time Maca has known that the power of rules itself can be retained in the body in this form, and with blood Passed on from generation to generation.

So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help but want to figure out one thing, and that was whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard's body.

Unfortunately, the rule rune in it was a bit eye-catching earlier, but he still had nothing to do with the red liquid substance like blood.

As long as he can't place the power of rules in other places, he can't analyze the mystery of the substance itself.

Of course, today's research has come to an end for the time being, and he won't think about it for the time being.

I can never rush to do research.

Cleaning up the table a little bit, Maca left St Mungo and quickly went upstairs to the Pig’s Head Bar in Hogsmeade Village through the door key.

And when he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth wiping a wine glass behind the bar.

As for Mondungus... It seems that Maca was the first step.

"Hey, a bottle of Butterbeer."

"Huh?"

Aberforth's hand wiping the glass stopped for a moment.

"Why, are you free?"

"Almost!" Maca sat down in front of the bar and said while looking at the drinkers in the bar, "I came to see Dunge, I have this bottle on his account... Recently, St. Mungo also I almost don’t need me. Obviously, everyone is as good as you."

"Hmph," Aberforth curled his lips, and the big white beard on his chest also trembled a little, "If you want me to see, there are many dead people...Here, butter beer ! Also, Mondungus is forbidden to keep accounts here. If you want to drink now, you can pay for it yourself."

"Then you can pick someone up and remember it! As long as it is anyone I know--" Maca sighed, "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter, so I don’t want to think about it today. I can touch the money again."

Hearing that, Aberforth couldn't help but glanced at him faintly.

"Have a story?"

Maca leaned against the bar, chuckled and shrugged.

"There is a story," he nodded slightly, "but I still save it for the future..."

Get used to the character habits of the younger brother Dumbledore, and he can hear the other's kindness. He knew that Aberforth wanted him to say it, and if one more person shared it, it would naturally be much better than putting it all in his own heart.

To be honest, Maca thanked Aberforth for listening, but he still felt that it was obviously not a story to be able to drink and chat in a bar.

At least, until things finally have a result.

"It's up to you if you say it or not," Aberforth seemed indifferent, but then said again, "Then this bottle of Butterbeer is credited to Severus."

After hearing this, Maca froze for a moment, then nodded at him.

"Thank you."

Snape had long since been blacklisted by Aberforth when he eavesdropped on Trelawney's predictions in his early years, and was therefore permanently denied entry.

Now Aberforth said that the butterbeer was on Snape's account, and it was obvious that he had just found an excuse for his own treat.

Just as Maca, who happened to know this thing, felt warm, he and Aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the door.

"He is here."

This sentence was said by Aberforth.

Of course Maca knew that the wizard who came in from the door was Mondungus. Even though the guy's disguise was always clever, it was impossible to hide his magical perception.

But what makes Maca often curious is where did Aberforth tell it?

He beckoned over there casually, and he put this irrelevant question aside first.

"A glass of fiery whiskey."

Mundungus, who dressed himself as a weird priest, took a seat not far from Maca. After ordering a glass of wine and placing the coin directly on the bar, he turned around. .

"Oh, it's been a long time!" He whispered, "To say that the British magical world is really scary these days. Those of us who are at the bottom are hiding in the corners all day long. Only recently have we barely dared to show up— How is St Mungo’s side?"

"Is it you or me running the intelligence?" Maca stared blankly, ignoring it.

With Mundungus’s eyesight, he knew that he was in a bad mood when he heard Maca’s tone, and he immediately laughed and said:

"Hey! Isn't it no way~ IndoMTL.com~ Saint Mungo has you guarding now, our brother can't get in at all... That's what I said, don't care."

"Come on!" Maca shook his head, "I can't get in inside, but aren't all the patients coming out? If you want to be nice, just be more attentive-or to be more serious. This is called I’m here, is there any new gossip?"

If this product is accurate, it won't be put in a bar and talked directly face to face. It must be written in ciphertext and sent to Lupin. In the current situation, it is all information that this guy finds suspicious, but on the surface it is not a major event.

"Well, actually, this time it's about Muggles..."

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