Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Remember [New] for a second,! After handing over the rights and responsibilities of the overall planning to Hermione, and making sure that she was indeed competent, Maca naturally took a break.

Of course, to say "idle" is actually only relative.

Although a lot of complicated but necessary things have been handled by Hermione, Madame Maxime and the three major families, when Maca's fighting ability and his extraordinary magical knowledge are needed, everyone still has to come. Ask him for advice, or simply ask him to go out.

But in general, Macka did have a lot of personal time in the past few days.

It's a pity that now is both a disaster and a counter-offensive. Even if he really didn't have too many tedious and mundane tasks to be busy, he couldn't really relax.

When the night was dark, except for Sarah, who had been following him with the alchemy puppet most of the time recently, only Luna would come and have a cup of Gordigan tea with him from time to time. I chatted with him for a while.

And otherwise, in most of her spare time, Maca does only one thing—spreads out his magical notebook on the table, then puts his head down and keeps writing, writing, writing. .

Until one day, the familiar faces finally appeared from outside the tent door, and then came in one by one and displayed them in front of his desk.

Some of these faces are solemn, some are slightly nervous, some have firm eyes, some are shrewd and introverted... Of course, there are also those who, like Harry, put their heads away and focus their eyes elsewhere, and still haven't looked at him. Those who intend to do so are among them.

As the number of people gathered in the tent increased, even with the expansion of the Traceless Stretching Charm, the place gradually became crowded.

In the end, even if only those who were familiar with Maka came in, they couldn't stand inside, so those who came a few steps late had to stay outside the door.

On the desk side, Maca naturally knew that so many people were coming, but even though he was being watched by so many pairs of eyes, his movements of writing and drawing with the pen did not stop for a moment.

The unique rustling sound of the nib dipped in ink on the fine parchment kept reverberating in the quiet tent space. For some reason, it brought an inexplicable sense of peace to everyone present.

However, everyone came here early in the morning to gather here, obviously not to find any sense of security here. Finally, Hermione, who was still standing at the front of the crowd, spoke first, as if with a little regret, but she was extremely firm in breaking the silence.

"Maca."

She didn't say any nonsense anymore, because she knew very well that Maca definitely understood why she was here with everyone.

…

"despair."

The large paragraph of text finally came to an end in this humble light meal. Maca pinched the barrel of the quill, allowing the ink to seep slightly along the fine texture on the paper, making that point look a little bit arrogant.

After stopping like this, he casually let go of the pen, and while the quill pen slowly flew towards the ink bottle, he raised his head—

This was the first time he had found out so intuitively, "Oh! So I knew so many people before I knew it?"

A strange, strange sense of accomplishment suddenly enveloped him, making him feel a little satisfied.

"Is it time?"

When his eyes swept across the crowd for a while, Maca's eyes refocused on Hermione, and he asked this question.

Hermione in front of her heard the words and immediately replied:

"Rather than 'it's about time', it's more like - yes, we're all set."

"That's great news," Maca smiled. "It's faster than I expected."

Hearing his words, Hermione didn't say anything, just hummed slightly, not knowing if it was a simple perfunctory or something else.

Maca didn't delve into it, but closed the notebook and held it in her hand, then backed away from the chair, got up, walked around the desk, and came to the crowd step by step.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly with his movements until he suddenly stood in front of Harry.

"Feeling okay? Looks like he's recovering well." Maka looked at Harry and said.

In the previous battle with Haierborn on the eastern German defense line, Harry was seriously injured, and even because of Haierborn's special magic, there were hidden dangers in the wound that were not easy to eradicate.

Fortunately, after coming back, he happened to meet Maka awakening from the ice coffin, and also with the in-depth study of the rules of the soul, he easily cleared his hidden injury.

Hearing Maka standing in front of him and asking, Harry finally turned his head to look at him, and then hummed just like Hermione just now, as an answer.

Of course, Maca didn't really need Harry's reply. How the latter's injury is recovering, not only he who has successfully mastered the rules of the soul, but also the group of "living corpse friends" who just arrived a few days ago, can be seen at a glance.

After nodding slightly, regardless of Harry's slightly awkward posture, Maka took two more steps to the side and came to Veri.

"Mr. Blois, is there any response?" he asked with his head lowered.

When he asked this sentence, Willie was also looking up at him. Seeing him ask about her father, the silver-haired girl immediately shook her head, then tugged at the wide brim that blocked her vision and said, "Father said that he is going to a Croatian manor for a vacation."

"I understand." Maca nodded slightly suddenly.

He really understood that Mr. Blois, who was still in his prime, probably finally made up his mind to give up the seat of the head of the family to the daughter in front of him. It's just that the father who is very fond of his daughter is not at ease, so he still retains the position of the head of the family, and let the old housekeeper continue to assist Willie to take over a large family that has temporarily lost his right and left.

Even Maca felt that even his words about vacation were false, maybe he was peeking secretly from somewhere at the moment!

He thought so, took a few more steps to the side, and came to one... No, it was two, in front of a slightly eye-catching figure.

"Miss Geoffine?"

"Is there a problem?" Safina on the left glared at him without hesitation. "Or, our sisters are too small in your eyes to even make an impression on you, so you don't even remember them?"

Ursula, who was standing beside her, didn't say anything, just stared at Maka.

"How could it be?" Maca smiled again, shaking her head, "Even if I'm blind, I won't be able to recognize you—especially you, Safina, your excellent performance a while ago made me lose sight of you. I've seen how far someone who keeps his word can go for a transactional commitment...so I'm just saying, 'Thank you'!"