Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() It's noon. The sun is hanging high above the head, bringing people the warmest time of this cold day.

The bright sunlight diffused into the living room through the window, and gently fell on the floor with a little dust, reflecting the soft light leisurely.

On this Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far more than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is no towering building to block the light. It is indeed a good place to relax and live.

Abigail and Olivier were busy in the kitchen on the first floor, and some simple but characteristic meals were quickly put on the table, but there was still no movement on the upper floor.

More than four hours have passed since they left the bedroom. During this period, Maca only came out once. After explaining that Sirius would be examined and treated, the door of the room was never opened again.

Now that Abigail is distressed, it's lunch time. Should I call them? Although treatment must be important, is it important to fill your stomach?

"It's all done! You can have lunch! I'll call them—" "Wait."

Olivier didn't think it would disturb their treatment, or Maca just said, "It's going to be checked and treated." I always eat lunch, right?

"Wait a minute!" Abigail subconsciously stopped Olivier.

However, this seemingly good lunch, Maca and Sirius ultimately failed to eat.

Sirius' situation is more serious than Maca imagined. Although it is not helpless, it is very difficult to handle.

When the silent person attacked Sirius, some energy penetrated into Sirius' body and continued to erode his magic power, making them no longer used by Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state of depletion, even a small floating spell cannot be released.

However, if you want to talk about gains, there are some.

In fact, after some inspection, Maca confirmed one thing—the strange dark mist of the tacit one, and it really has many similarities with the dark air of the Bewitching Stele, which is no longer the word “coincidence”. Can be summed up.

The last time Maca suffered a blow from Voldemort, the situation he encountered was quite similar to that of Sirius now.

It's not exactly the same, but it's worth investigating.

From the inspection and treatment of Sirius to the subsequent analysis of that dark mist energy, Maca's hands almost never stopped.

As soon as the sun gradually settled down to the west and the sky's clouds glowed red, the bedroom door finally opened.

"Oh, Mr. McLean, are you finally out?"

As soon as Maca stepped out of the room, she was caught by Olivier who had been idle all day.

"How is it? Mr. Black is okay? Since I first picked him up at the back door of our house, he has always looked sick. I thought he was bitten by a Motra rat at first Here you are! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motra rats in our country. It is not easy to see a patient who was bitten by them. I have always wanted to see the fire coming from the buttocks. What are the symptoms ... "

"Ah, if American law strictly forbids the raising of magical animals without permission, I could bring you two ..." Maca interrupted Olivia's chatter with a smile, and said casually, "Is there anything to eat? "

"Kitchen, there is--" Oliver said cheerfully, "Abby has been there! So that you can eat hot pie at any time ... Oh, she won't let me say this. "

"Hmm ..." Maca shrugged. "Well, I see. I would think I didn't hear anything."

He paused and said sincerely to Olivier: "Yes, I haven't thanked you yet ... Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and the only trusted relative of his. .If you hadn't taken him in when he needed most help, maybe their father and son would never see each other again ... "

"No, it's okay ..." Olivier said with a pure smile, briskly, "I'm my father's daughter, and our father never abandons any patient, neither do I. Although my ability is not enough As a true therapist, my principles will never change! "

"Well," Maca nodded as she looked at her. "I think you are now a real therapist. The lack of knowledge can be filled with time, but the beliefs and principles tend to With one's life. "

He thought about it, and then took out two thick notes from his waist, and put them in Olivier's hands.

"This is a note I compiled while studying the practical application of some potions. Many of them are records of treatments by various well-known therapists for various diseases, and my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge inside is inevitably one-sided , But it might help you. "

After all, without waiting for Olivier to say anything, Maca turned and walked downstairs.

This house doesn't take up much space. Downstairs is an integrated hall where the kitchen and living room are merged together. When Maca walked down the stairs and came into the living room, she found that Abigail was lying dozing on the dining table over the kitchen.

Instead of disturbing Abigail, he walked to the side of the kitchenware and glanced around.

It seems that Olivia is right, Abigail presumably wants to wait for them to come down before baking. Although Maca thinks that the pie is actually cold, it's not bad, but in such cold weather, it is still more popular just after baking.

Since people have waited so long, Maca is so sorry to bother them. After looking at the material in front of him for a while, he took out his staff and started to tinker with it alone.

"Anyway, he is also a wizard from Hitchpatch. I can't make a big meal, but I think it ’s possible to bake a pie or something?"

However, Maca soon realized that she seemed to underestimate the magic about the kitchen. No, to be precise, he underestimated his creative ideas that day!

"Oh!"

It wasn't long before a blaze of flames rose in the kitchen, waking Abigail, who was holding his chin to sleep.

"Oh—" she turned abruptly, and then couldn't help exclaiming. "Mr. McLean? What are you doing ... what is this doing?"

At this moment, in front of Maca, a huge fireball was floating in the air. The flames in the fireball kept rolling, and the steaming heat wave rushed towards us.

"Uh ..." Maca turned back and smiled awkwardly. "I suddenly wanted to try, if I only use magic, can I bake an apple pie."

"Only magic?" Abigail said, eyes widened. "There are baking pans and ovens. Why use fire directly? Is it enough to heat the oven with a magic spell?"

"Well ... how do you say that?" Maca laughed. "This is just a small idea, a small idea!"

"Really ..." Abigail looked at the big fireball with a complex look, and said weakly, "So, can you tell me what the curse is on this fireball?"

"Well ..." Maca thought for a while, "This is the effect of controlling magic, but ... well, the premise is that at least you must be able to perceive your own magic, which is generally more difficult. . "

"Perceive magic? Is it talent? It's like Yirong Magus--" Abigail said curiously. "I know that there are a few wizards in the magic world who have some strange magic talents. This is also One of them? "

"Perhaps there is such a wizard ..." Maca explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball. "But I am not a talent, but ... do you know the patron saint?"

"Ah, know ... that's a pretty esoteric spell." Abigail nodded. "Our professor of curse science said at the time that the magic foundation required to cast that curse was far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. "

"No, the patron saint is not so complicated," said Maca, shaking his head. "The difficulty of the patron saint is the chanting of the mantra, because the purest will is required to be infused into each syllable. Quite high concentration and rich imagination. "

"The character of the patron saint is the‘ happiness ’or the‘ guard ’of the mantra, both of which are wills related to others.”

"And the magic that accompanies the soul of every wizard is essentially a 'will' ... or at least it is related to the will. If you want to perceive the magic, I think it is a good idea to start with the patron saint. select!"

When Abigail heard some desires, Maca raised her eyebrows slightly, and then dismissed the fireball with a wand.

As the flames dissipated instantly, a spherical golden-yellow dough immediately appeared in their sight.

"What's this ..." Abigail stared blankly at the ball ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ smelling the aroma floating from the ball, couldn't help wondering, "Mr. McLean, don't you Tell me ... is this an apple pie? "

"Cough ..." Maca coughed. "You have to listen to me. There's a reason ... because you think, if you want to heat the dough evenly, the ball is not the most reasonable. ?"

"Um ... is that it?" Abigail blinked. "Maybe you're right, but this ..."

"Rest assured, it's hollow inside, otherwise it may be scorched outside and not yet cooked." Maca shrugged. "Look! I still think about it a lot."

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and the rather funny-looking "new-style spherical apple pie" split immediately and fell to the plate on the dining table.

After a while, there was a peculiar pies in each of the plates on the table, but they looked little different from the remaining watermelon rind.

"Okay!" Maca sighed. "I admit it, they just don't look good if you look at it."