Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 999: The mystery of “prophecy”

"Miss Pierce...or else, you should go take a rest first, right?"

In fact, Boenser had naturally already noticed little Cathy's absent-mindedness.

Especially when Smesyk was still there, little Cathy was obviously distracted. So much so that when Smesyk left the dean's room, she failed to respond in time.

But this seems to be taken for granted—Little Cathy just lost her mother, how can she feel better?

So, he didn't expect at all that it was not the mother's death that was constantly haunting the child right now, but the few words spoken by an unidentified person.

"Take a rest?" Little Cathy was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately nodded, "Um...Okay. I'm sorry, Mr. Boenser, obviously I insisted on asking you to bring me here, but now... …"

When Boenser heard this, he immediately interrupted:

"No, no, it's nothing. Go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks! Just say it's my treat!"

"Oh, how can this work, I—" "Truly."

Little Cathy hadn't finished her words. Suddenly, a few light knocks sounded from the door.

"Mr. Boenser, I heard that you have also returned, haven't you?"

"Oh? Mr. McLean?"

When Boenser heard this, he wanted to respond, but Cathy suddenly got up from her chair. But after that, after seeing her hurriedly begging Boenser not to speak, she hurriedly hid behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains behind Boenser.

Obviously, this curtain is not only very thick, but also very long, which looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Boenser watched the child slip there as soon as he slipped into the smoke. He was stunned at first, but then he seemed to remember how he looked when he was young, showing a nostalgic smile.

"It's still a kid after all!"

With such a secret mutter, he said to the door:

"Mr. McLean, please come in!"

As Boenser spoke, the door opened in response, revealing the figure of Maca who was standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Boenser... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

I saw Maca coming to the desk while saying hello. Although his tone still sounds so unhurried, he can tell from his slightly faster pace that he is not just here to chat this time.

But as he uttered these words casually, a pair of eyes also looked out to the curtain behind Boenser.

"Huh?"

Even if Maca was suddenly curious, why little Cathy would hide behind the curtain, but he didn't open it right away. After a little doubt, he continued:

"Mr. Boenser, first of all, I have to thank your hospital for lending me the potion preparation room-this is really very grateful! Besides, because time is tight, I will just say... …I have to ask your hospital for another favor."

Seeing that Maca was speaking seriously, Bo Enser temporarily put aside Cathy’s affairs and nodded seriously:

"What St. Mungo can help, it should be healing and saving people, right? This is our own job. If you need it, please feel free to speak."

But who knows, Maca puts his hand at this moment.

"Oh, this--" he said, "It can be said to be saving people. After all, that is also one of my purposes. It's just that what I want to ask a therapist at St. Mungo to do is some care. Work... and I have to say, it may be dangerous."

"Nursing?" Bornther suddenly puzzled, "Of course this is also within the scope of our hospital, but what is the danger? Is it a highly infectious disease?"

"Ah, no, it's not like this..."

After first negating Boenser's guess, Maca briefly introduced him to the Muggles who would soon be gathered by the Auror dispatched by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate understanding, he simply explained the Muggles with things lurking in their souls as a group of patients who were affected by dark magic and might commit murder to people around them.

Since the mysterious substances hidden in the human soul are successfully integrated into the soul, even Maca can't separate them again, so he can only isolate the Muggles for the time being.

"...In short, that's it."

After a brief explanation, Maca said again:

"Because I'm not sure for the time being whether that black magic will suddenly make those Muggle patients powerful. So I have to trouble your hospital to send a therapist to the Ministry of Magic's dungeon to take care of it—to At that time, the Ministry of Magic will also keep the Aurors and the strikers on patrol to ensure the personal safety of both the patient and the therapist dispatched by your hospital."

"Okay, I will select a few therapists from our hospital to go to the Ministry of Magic to be on standby..." Boenser said, but then apologized, "But you must know Mr. McLean, our hospital The therapist and the hospital are also in an employment relationship. If it is indeed dangerous, I have to get their own consent..."

Obviously, this is actually because Maca deliberately brought the old Muggle lady to St. Mungo instead of going directly to the Black House for an inspection.

Because after finding out what is in the old man's soul, he has to hurry up and find Boenser personally.

After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to do these tasks, the whole process would be a bit too slow.

"Of course, I can understand this, as soon as possible."

At this time, Maca doesn't need to be polite. But after seeing him urging a little, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Boenser." He said as he walked, "I have something to do next, so let me say goodbye first...Thank you."

Behind the curtains, little Cathy bit her lip, still standing there in silence.

When she heard that Maca was about to leave, she was still very conflicted in her heart. There was an impulse to drive her to go out and stop the other person, but for those words that looked like prophecies, she subconsciously refused to make them a reality.

However, just as Maca twisted the doorknob and opened the door, he suddenly turned his head back. The pair of eyes cast straight toward the curtain, as if little Cathy could clearly feel through the curtain.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," Maca said casually, "I don't know if you want to live in France for a while? There happens to be a group of kids about your age who are going over. I think you can visit too. Look. It’s beautiful over there, and there is a very big castle, I think..."

"No, wait! Don't say it yet--"

Little Cathy heard these words, and finally couldn't help but jump out.

She interrupted Maca's invitation with her hands repeatedly. At that moment, one could even see a hint of inexplicable panic in the eyes behind her hands.

"Huh?"

You know, this little girl is usually calm, and she can maintain her inner strength even before her mother's death. That being the case, what else could make her be so panicked?

"Little Cathy..." Maca walked quickly to her, squatted down slightly and pressed her shoulders and said, "What happened? You know, you can talk to me about anything."

"Mr. McLean..."

The future is often unpredictable, so sometimes, when people know what they will happen in the future, they will be afraid of it.

Especially, that future is clearly stated from a certain population.

For this reason, after Voldemort learned of his prophecy, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I...before my mother's grave..."

Little Cathy doesn't know what she should say, let alone whether she should say it. Because just now, the prediction of the windbreaker wizard actually became a reality!

So, will the remaining few sentences become a reality?

If I speak the "language" now, will it have any unknown effects?

It is precisely because of her wisdom that she is far from her peers, which makes her feel more at a loss, because of the future or something, how can she understand?

"Kathy...Kathy?"

Maca patted her on the shoulder lightly, so she finally turned her attention back to her.

"Can't you still trust me? If you believe me, then speak it out!" He smiled gently, "Don't worry, if you say it will cause any trouble, just leave it to me to solve it. ."

It’s this smile—when Little Cathy was feeling extremely distressed about her mother’s affairs, it was this smile that relaxed her tight heart, which will keep her in the bottom of her heart. The words inside got vented.

After that, although Mom finally left herself forever, at least she left with a smile.

Now, even if what is bothering me is another completely different thing, but... if you tell him, maybe you can get a good result!

"Actually, I met a man in front of my mother's grave... that man wore a dark windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, making it impossible to see what kind of face is hidden underneath ..."

Under the guidance of Maca, Little Cathy gave up her thinking completely, and whispered about her conversation with the strange wizard~IndoMTL.com~ Although she was repeating the other party's When "Prophecy", her expression still became a little nervous. But Maca held her hands lightly, but gave her the strength to continue speaking.

However, Little Cathy's mood seemed to relax completely, but Maca frowned in response to each of her statements.

Prophet? prophecy?

As he listened, he shook his head silently, but his eyes suddenly became deeper and deeper.

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