Chapter 751

...it can amplify the specific desires that creatures have and control them. According to observations, the basic manifestations of those affected are 'self-affirmation', 'sarcasm of others', 'chasing power and power'...

Still in Maca's own office, he was writing at his desk with a quill in his hand, every word and every sentence seemed to be written without thinking.

This is because the things he wants to write down have actually gone back and forth in his head several times.

But this time, when he was writing Chasing Power and Power, his hand holding the quill suddenly paused slightly, and hesitation flashed across his face.

No, not right.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and brushed lightly over that sentence, and the original handwriting immediately disappeared as if absorbed by the paper.

The chase is just a process, not a cause or an effect... So, what will Draco do after gaining enough power... Superior? Arrogant? Have fun?

After thinking about it for a moment, Maca threw the quill back into the ink bottle, and then turned the book in front of him a few pages forward. There, there is a word written in larger fonts - Monument of Bewitching.

In fact, in the past few years, no matter what he was busy with, he never stopped studying magic. And to say which research is what he is most concerned about, it must be what is in this book.

Book of Sins——since he got it from that future self at the beginning, he rarely reads that original book anymore. Those stories are too real and too heavy for people to have the desire to read them again and again.

But now, he still named the notebook that was spread out on the table the Book of Sin, without changing even a single word.

This is undoubtedly his constant reminder to himself that there are some things that he must always keep in mind.

As for this second edition of Book of Sin, what is recorded is the unfinished research and records in the original edition, which is aimed at those roots of evil that are full of the possibility of disaster.

The words he was writing just now belonged to a small part of the research on the Monument of Bewitching.

call--

After hesitating for a while, Maca closed the book again, and stuffed it into his waist pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he yanked the curtain behind him with his backhand, and the afternoon sunlight outside the window immediately filled the entire office. The room that seemed quite dark just now suddenly became brighter.

Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, Maca stared at the very fine dust particles in the light, let his mind go and silently felt the hard-won tranquility, and then stretched vigorously.

It's still early until dinner time! Otherwise, why don't you go to Hogsmeade to relax? He bathed in the gentle sunlight on his back, gently rubbed his swollen temple with his right hand, and said to himself Said, Although some things must be decided as soon as possible so that there is more room for maneuver, but if you are too anxious, it will affect the efficiency...

In this world, there are many things that cannot be shared with others, and here in Maca, there are obviously more things that he cannot share with others than ordinary people.

If he didn't know how to regulate himself, he would have been completely overwhelmed by all the bad things.

After thinking this way, Maca put away the legs that kicked under the desk when she was stretching just now, and stood up gently holding the edge of the desk.

The dust floating in the air collided chaotically with the airflow when he stood up, and some of them followed the leaving Maca and disappeared in the shadow of the pile of materials.

Oh, by the way, Maca said casually while pushing open the office door, at a time like this, you should find someone who thinks straight and straight to have a drink with you...

While talking, he walked out, and the door behind him closed automatically.

...I hope he won't have classes next.

boom!

With a soft bang, the door closed.

...

Affected by terrain and air currents, Britain is troubled by intermittent rain all year round. But the altitude and location of Hogwarts Castle determine that the weather here is usually not bad.

Today is the same, the lawn in the vestibule is breezy, and the grass leaves are swaying with the breeze. If you think of the alchemy competition venue that was demolished not long ago, the sense of emptiness is even more fascinating.

Maca remembered that Dumbledore also liked to take a walk on the grass in front of the castle, as a small relaxation in his busy schedule.

It's just that it makes people a little unhappy when he thinks that even the last moment of his life is just left to this land.

Maca wandered out from the entrance hall of the castle, and walked forward slowly.

The first thing he thought of was naturally Hagrid. If someone invites him to sit on the Three Broomsticks, he must be very happy to go with him.

It's just a pity that when Maca ran to the hunting hut and knocked on the door, the only one who responded to him was Yaya, the hunting dog who was locked in the house and entertained himself.

There was no way, since he could reach the school gate by walking a little further, then he wouldn't be so stupid as to run back.

In just a blink of an eye, Maca, who walked slowly out of the school gate, disappeared in the same place without a sound, and when he showed his figure with a burst of space expansion, he had already come to the alley next to the Pig's Head Bar.

He'd actually prefer to come and sit here for a while if he wasn't accompanied, because it had his favorite Butterbeer at the Hog's Head.

Clang--

The bell hanging behind the door rang suddenly, the sound was still muffled, which sounded somewhat disappointing. That seems to be the same as the owner here - no matter what kind of guests come here, he will not welcome them.

Boss, Maca smiled towards the bar, You know, it's the same.

sit down!

Inside the bar, Aberforth's beard stretched across his chest trembled slightly, his tone was as indifferent as ever. On the contrary, his movements were very agile, and after a while, he pulled out a dirty wine bottle from under the bar, and opened it casually.

Give.

The bottle of butter beer was casually placed on the countertop together with a cup. Because of too much force, some foam was even splashed, but Aberforth wiped it off immediately.

Yes, even Maca, who already has a lot of friendship, can only give him an extra corkage service. Want to drink? Then go down by yourself!

Of course Maca didn't mind much, he had known Dumbledore's younger brother's temperament for a long time.

While picking his fingers, he let the bottle float by itself, and poured the clear yellow liquid into the glass, while looking around the store as usual when he came here.

Since Charlotte came here to work from time to time, this grimy bar has obviously changed a lot in details.

For example, some small ornaments above the bar, or a more detailed and clear price list, there are sporadic signs of improvement everywhere.

Of course, the tone here remains the same—the windows are still so dirty, and the accumulated dust makes it difficult for outside light to come in, making the bar look so drowsy no matter day or night.

Puff-

There were still not many customers in the bar, and Maca took everything around him into his mind just by casually scanning around. Then he turned his head again, stretched out his index finger and touched the wall of the glass.

A burst of invisible sparks swirled around the cup, and then disappeared in an instant.

Ah, by the way— He looked up at Aberforth as if something had sounded suddenly, Is Dobby still with you? Um...I mean the house-elf from before?

He left a long time ago. Aberforth frowned, What can I do with him?

Oh, no! Maca shook his head lightly and said, I just met his old master today, and I suddenly thought of him...

Really? Aberforth glanced at Maca, If you want to find him, you can try your luck in Germany.

As soon as Maca heard it, he knew that it was probably Aberforth who told the elf about his mistress. It's just that after that, it wasn't long before Lucius went to get Narcissa back - the little guy must have wasted his efforts.

I told you, it's just a question... Maca shrugged, then turned around and said, After Charlotte comes, your business will be much better, right?

Aberforth seemed very unimpressed by Maca's chat mode of talking out of nothing. Then he frowned again, and looked around Maca, with somewhat impatient eyes.

Seeing that Aberforth did not respond, Maca looked down again, as if looking for something.

Hey, where's the sheep I gave you—

It's enough!

Aberforth slapped the bar suddenly, causing the few customers in the store to look back, but they flinched back after being stared at by him.

Boy, what are you doing here today? If you want to chat with someone, go to Three Broomsticks and find that girl Rosmerta, don't come here to mutter about nothing-

Seeing this, Maca shook his head helplessly, then picked up the wine glass and drank a few swigs.

It's not just looking for trouble, he put down his cup and said with a light smile, I just want to talk to someone who doesn't care much about anything... Just like you, the big thing is in your heart, probably you don't care about it. Is it something?

Aberforth stared at the smiling Maca, and after a while he sighed helplessly.

What's the matter with you kid? He asked with some doubts, What trouble did you encounter? If you talk about troubles, you have solved quite a few troubles. I haven't seen you so tired and crooked like you are now?

Maca thought for a while, put away her smile, and sighed.

Maybe... just bored?

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