Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Why don't you start? What is he waiting for?

Seeing that Maca had quietly appeared behind the other side, but she was just standing there. There was no further action for a long time. Old Witt was very puzzled.

But he didn't know that Maca was still haunted by that inexplicable sense of strangeness. Although his eyes were looking at the man in front of Haierbo, his mind was simply elsewhere.

"Yes, there must be something wrong ... what am I missing?"

Maca stood behind the sofa, and then Pestle meditated silently for a while. It wasn't until the old owner sitting behind the desk was so anxious that he seemed to be back a little bit, and reached out and patted him on the back of his head.

Suddenly, Old Wit saw the wicked black wizard shake suddenly, and then the whole person crooked on the sofa as if he had lost his strength.

Maca didn't care much about it.

Seeing that in his hometown's slightly stunned eyes, he walked around the sofa and pulled the black wizard on the floor, then he sat down instead.

"he--"

"Oh, Mr. Witte, please don't talk first."

As soon as Old Witt was about to speak, he heard Maca's words interrupt him.

"I have something to think about, so please be quiet for a while ... well, by the way, if your Wit family has a time converter, please troubleshoot it for me."

With that said, Maca sat on the sofa, folded her arms with her legs up, and fell back into thought.

"Time ... converter?"

Perhaps most modern wizards are not very clear about the principle of that stuff, but Old Witt knows that the substance of time is naturally attached to the sand of time.

But because of this, he understands more than most other wizards, and it is terrible to touch the rules of time.

"No, our Witt family doesn't have that kind of thing!"

"Is that so?" Maca said absently, "That's really bad news ..."

After seeing Marka responding casually, he lost his meaning of speaking again, and Old Witt could only calm down and continue to wait.

But who knows, that is, after ten seconds, the black sorcerer who Maka had plunged to the floor smoothly flicked slightly. Immediately, the old homeowner saw that the opponent had an extra wand in his hand, and he faintly pointed to the side of Maca on the sofa.

As soon as he saw it, he was trying to make a word reminder, but he did not expect that Maca, who was still immersed in thought, could easily find the little movement on the floor.

"Well?"

With a little surprise, Old Witt and the black wizard lying on the ground only felt a flower in front of him, and the wand had reached Maca's hand.

"Has the soul been transformed by Haierbo? Well, no wonder ... if there is no way to defend against the magic of the soul, it won't be sent here."

Maca muttered softly, and waved the captured wand backhand, and a bit of freezing cold enveloped the person on the floor.

With a freezing sound of "Kala La", this time, the other party apparently could not move.

And at this time, Old Witt seemed to be unwilling to wait any longer, and suddenly said:

"McLean, are you going to use a time converter to stop Haierbo in advance? No, you can't do it-the rules of time have never been something humans can touch!"

"According to some ancient documents in my Witt family, the order of time cannot be reversed, and what has happened can never be changed. Wizards who try to disrupt the rules of time often end up missing, and no one knows where they are. What happened in the long river of history ... "

"Well, I know ... huh?"

Maca, who was responding casually, suddenly seemed to notice something, and gave a soft sigh.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, those wizards who disrupted time, ended--"

"No, it's not that," Maca interrupted immediately. "One more sentence."

Old Witt didn't know what Maca was thinking, but since the other party asked, he could only recall:

"You are asking ... 'The order of time cannot be reversed, and what has happened cannot be changed'?"

But Maka just nodded his head and said to himself in a solitary way:

"The order of time can't be reversed ... yes, it turns out I missed the order!"

As he was talking, Maca rose from the sofa, and waved at Old Witt and walked to the door. As he walked, he thanked:

"Thanks to the reminder from the old man ... Well, I have to go first. The guy on the ground is not dead yet, so you don't have to worry about what Haierbo will notice-if you don't want to cause trouble, just keep it as it is. "

"You wait for me!" Old Witt called out to him quickly. "And the demon summoning thing! If this ritual is done by that guy, the whole magic world will be--"

When Maca heard the words, she just paused at the door, and she didn't look back:

"It goes without saying that I have learned all those things."

Before the words fell, the study's door closed silently, completely hiding the back of Maca. Old Witt looked in the direction of the doorway, and his half-open mouth moved again, but he finally closed helplessly.

He already knows the horror of Demon Summoning?

really?

...

Not to mention the Demon Summoning, at least Maca now understands the lingering strange feeling in her heart.

That's right, he realized that he seemed to memorize the order of two things so badly that he ignored a less obvious possibility.

I remember that at the Notre's house, Maca found that the time converter that the other party brought out was fake. It was the product of the metamorphosis he used to exchange for the real thing.

However, Knott and McNeill were taken by Voldemort to the Department of Mystery Affairs to ambush him far before he returned to the time hall to get the time converter.

At that time, there was no fake time converter in the cabinet of the Time Hall!

Thinking about it this way, the problem clearly became clear-perhaps, just as Knott's first reaction at that time, Walton McNeill had indeed deceived him.

But maybe, McNeil didn't know that this time converter was a fake.

But no matter what it is, Walton McNeill, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic and a former Death Eater, stole a total of two time converters. I am afraid this has not run away.

Not long after, Maca hurried away from the house of Witt's house, and soon returned to the alley in front of Knott's house.

"Tuk Tuk."

After reaching out and knocking on the door, he waited in front of the door for a while, and then heard a familiar footstep coming from the door in front of him.

It was Knott's daughter Joey who came to open the door.

When the little girl saw Maca appearing outside her house again, she gave a little confusion.

"First, sir?"

"Your father is still at home? I have something, I have to find him again."

"Ah ... um."

Probably because he saw his father's respectful attitude towards Maca, Joey didn't dare to give Maca any more this time. After hearing what he said, he immediately opened the door and let it go to the side.

Looking at Joey's silent look, Maca patted her on top of her head, and then went straight to the room.

"Mr. Knott, come down! I have something to ask you for—"

Mrs. Parkinson had already gone back, and there was no one in the living room right now. Maca stood in the middle, raised her head, and shouted upstairs.

And before he finished speaking, he could hear a trot upstairs, and Knott hurried down the stairs from the bedroom above.

"Mr. McLean? Why are you ..."

He had just said the beginning, and felt that it was a bit wrong to say that, for fear of an accidental wording, he would annoy Maca. So although he complained in his heart, a little smile quickly piled up on his face, and turned a little awkwardly:

"Well, I mean-Mr. McLean, is there anything else I need to do?"

"Of course it's a time converter," Maca said immediately. "I remember Miss Parkinson told me before that when Voldemort took someone to ambush me in the Ministry, you and McNeil were ..."

"No, no, that's not it!" Knott hurriedly denied. "I don't know if McNeill is, but I certainly didn't ... really!"

Seeing him vehemently denied, Maca just waved his hand and calmly said:

"Don't worry, I didn't mean to pursue it-I just want to confirm, did McNeill's time converter actually steal that time?"

"Oh, this ..." Knott nodded hesitantly. "Yes, it was really that time."

"You see it with your own eyes?" Maca repeated again.

This time, Knott apparently hesitated for a longer time, but nodded again under Maca's gaze.

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After Maca heard this, she gave a slight start:

"That's good ... then, take me to McNeil's house for a visit! If this time you can gain something, you don't have to go to Azkaban."

This promise of Maca is significant to Knott. The thought of perhaps not having to stay at home like this again in the future, he was involuntarily excited.

However, Maca promised that he would not have to enter Azkaban anymore, would he?

Looking at the more intense smile on Noot's face, Maca immediately pointed the direction of the door again, urging:

"Let's go! Lead the way ... I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, okay, of course!" Knott hurried forward, eagerly speaking as he ran, "Rest assured! Mr. McLean, you can be there soon ..."

Maca shook her head, then even followed.