Chapter 748 Eating Chicken Drumsticks Is a Sin

"...it was a doe, a doe Patronus appeared in the backyard of McMillan's house, and it told me that Draco had come home."&1t;/p>

As mentioned earlier, using the Patronus Charm to convey messages is a spell technique developed by Dumbledore. A long time ago, he had imparted a lot of practical magical knowledge to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, so of course this was not Maca's unique ability. &1t;/p>

And before, when Maca and Lucius mentioned Narcissa, they seemed to be beckoning to Snape inadvertently. &1t;/p>

After all, he must still use the rune array himself, and save a little mana if he can, which is also to ensure nothing goes wrong. &1t;/p>

"...is it still a doe?"&1t;/p>

After hearing Narcissa's words, Maca couldn't help but glanced at Snape. &1t;/p>

The animal image transformed by the Patronus spell will change with the mood of the caster. &1t;/p>

Take Snape for example, his doe patron saint is based on the best and most yearning obsession in his heart, which is the greatest nostalgia for things that are expected but not available. &1t;/p>

Because, at the beginning, Harry's mother Lily, her patron saint was a clever and mischievous doe. &1t;/p>

"By the way, Mr. McLean, our husband and wife are really grateful for Draco today! But... Will he be fine from now on? Won't he be the same as today after waking up? The nightmare... won't happen again Have you done it?"&1t;/p>

It was Lucius who spoke, but he actually asked on behalf of his wife Narcissa. As for Narcissa, when she faced Maka, she really felt a little bit awkward-she still felt very awkward to express her gratitude to a teenager who was as old as her son. &1t;/p>

Or in other words,

Like Bellatrix, she came from the Black family, and the arrogance in her heart was actually not much lower than that crazy sister. &1t;/p>

Of course, Maca doesn't care much about these trivial matters. &1t;/p>

"Draco is fine," he nodded to the couple, "it's just..."&1t;/p>

His sudden turn of events immediately made the Malfoys fearful again, fearing that their precious son would have some terrible sequelae. &1t;/p>

However, Maca suddenly smiled easily. &1t;/p>

"It's just that nightmares probably still happen..." He shrugged. "Don't you usually have nightmares? I also come here sometimes... For example, someone hid me in the The dragon meat loaf in the drawer was eaten... Oh, that's really terrible!"&1t;/p>

Just as Lucius and Narcissa were in a daze, Snape slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a subtle expression. &1t;/p>

...&1t;/p>

By the time Maca and Snape left Malfoy Manor, it was already past lunchtime. Lucius would have liked to entertain them both, but neither of them stayed for dinner in the end. &1t;/p>

Being a professor at a magic school isn't as easy as you might think... no, it's actually pretty free, I mean, if you don't have that many "personal things" to do. &1t;/p>

Just like Maca recently, he had just finished his busy work in the alchemy competition, but he was a little disturbed by Hai Erbo emerging from the ground. After finally deciding to step up the process of studying magic, he was caught in a dilemma by the bronze eagle emerging from the door knocker. &1t;/p>

However, out of the strange mentality of being born in Hufflepuff College, he still packed an exquisite and delicious meal when he left Malfoy's house. &1t;/p>

"Professor, don't you really need it? I have a lot of delicious food here, you can share it... I think you know that the auditorium should have finished eating by now." &1t;/p >

Soon, Maca and Snape reappeared at the school gate of the Hogwarts vestibule, and then Maca patted his waist pocket again and asked a casual question. &1t;/p>

"No need."&1t;/p>

Snape shook his head, then walked straight in, as if he wanted to go straight back to his office. &1t;/p>

Maca pouted indifferently from behind, then took out an oily fried chicken leg from his waist, and walked forward along the path in the vestibule while gnawing on it. &1t;/p>

It didn't take long before his mouth was covered with shiny oil, and along the way, several little wizards who took a walk in the vestibule after dinner stared at him and laughed. &1t;/p>

But why would Maca care about this? He walked across the vestibule lawn cheekily, gnawed chicken legs, and arrived at the school hospital on the second floor of the castle. &1t;/p>

The door of the ward was open, and before he went in, he glanced inside twice, and went in after realizing that Madam Pomfrey was not there. &1t;/p>

"Hey, Sarah—" Maca said as she walked, "it's almost done, even if an ordinary student has a broken arm, it's time for him to recover. If you continue to live, it's not to avoid people's eyes and ears, but to attract people's attention." Doubt it!" &1t;/p>

The fat man has gone back to Egypt with his father, and now Sarah is the only one left in the ward. If Maca hadn't greeted Madam Pomfrey, she would have been kicked out of the school hospital long ago. &1t;/p>

"Professor McLean, good afternoon."&1t;/p>

"Oh, good afternoon!"&1t;/p>

After Maca nodded at her, he pulled the chair beside the hospital bed and sat down. With a slight shake of his hand, the chicken bone disappeared in his hand immediately. Immediately afterwards, he took out the next chicken leg from his waist and continued to bite. &1t;/p>

"It just happened to be a little rewarding today, I think we can have a chat..." He said a little vaguely while chewing, "By the way, I remember you said that you once wanted to find those who are good at soul magic. Wizard's, isn't it?"&1t;/p>

Sarah on the hospital bed heard the words, pulled the quilt in front of her, and then nodded. &1t;/p>

"Then have you found it?" Maca asked again. &1t;/p>

"As I said before, there are very few people who study soul magic," she said, "However, over the years, I have indeed found a few..."&1t;/p>

"So, has anyone mentioned the composition of the soul to you?" &1t;/p>

Maca wanted this answer, so he interrupted Sarah before she could finish. After Sarah heard his question, she first lowered her head slightly to recall, and then shook her head. &1t;/p>

"No," she said affirmatively, "If someone tells me something, I usually don't forget it."&1t;/p>

After hearing this on Maca's side, he couldn't help but pause for a while, probably sorting out his thoughts. After sorting out some of the thoughts in his mind, he continued to speak——&1t;/p>

"Sarah, I once read such a sentence in a magic book." He put the hand holding the chicken leg aside first, and said seriously, "'The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin.' ...The person who wrote this sentence is Ragnar Bastos."&1t;/p>

After repeating this sentence, Maca continued: "The meaning of this sentence is actually not difficult to understand. Bastos wants to tell others that although the weight of the soul is almost insignificant, it is not that people willfully deprive The reason for other people's lives." &1t;/p>

"I don't know who this 'Ragnar Bastos' is - there is no record of him anywhere other than the handwritten spell book. But when I opened the book, I I just feel a little concerned about the sentence he left on the title page..."&1t;/p>

"I've never heard of this person, and I don't seem to have read the book you mentioned." Sarah blinked her eyes and said, "But... is there any problem with this sentence?"&1t; /p>

Judging from Maca's narration, this sentence seems to be nothing special, isn't it just a warning to warn others not to harm others at will? &1t;/p>

However, Maca immediately waved his hand. &1t;/p>

"Sorry, my explanation of that sentence is a bit redundant..." He smiled and said, "What I care about now is actually the word 'sin' in that sentence."&1t;/p>

"Did you mention Voldemort last time? You said that you wanted to find him..." Maca said, "Your guess was not wrong at the time. Voldemort's resurrection was indeed related to soul magic. No Know... have you ever heard of 'Horcrux'?"&1t;/p>

It can be said that there are very few people who know about Horcruxes. Even a school of magic and magic with a rich heritage like Hogwarts is just lucky to have a book written and completed by later generations. &1t;/p>

To be honest, whether the Horcrux production method in that book is complete or not is another matter. &1t;/p>

For a person like Sarah who has been squatting at home all year round, even if she lives long enough, it is difficult to come into contact with this extremely rare collection of powerful black magic books. &1t;/p>

So Maca didn't wait for her to answer, but continued talking on her own. &1t;/p>

"Horcruxes can store soul fragments, so that after the maker is killed, the soul cannot leave the world because of incompleteness..." He explained, "Oh, I can't say more about the specific content. I want to borrow Just one of those things, and that's making Horcruxes—requires murder!"&1t;/p>

When Sarah heard it, she still had doubts on her face. &1t;/p>

"You mean—"&1t;/p>

"It's 'sin'," Maca said in a deep voice, "I think that the act of murder combined with a specific spell is actually amplifying some kind of evil in oneself to the limit and tearing apart one's soul..." &1t;/p>

"This means that the composition of the soul may contain the so-called 'sin'!" &1t;/p>

At this point, Maca is far from finished, because he can't even talk about today's harvest until he has named the concept. &1t;/p>

However, just when he wanted to leave some time for Sarah to digest his ideas, a wave of magic power appeared from the corridor outside the ward. &1t;/p>

"It seems that someone..."&1t;/p>

Maka turned around suddenly, but immediately found an old face at the door, and it stretched several inches after he turned around. &1t;/p>

"Professor McLean," the mouth on that face opened and closed, and spit out a cold sentence, "I think, eating chicken legs in the ward is obviously a big 'sin', what do you think?"&1t ;/p>

"Uh, oh..." Maca looked at the chicken leg in his hand, and immediately smiled awkwardly, "Madame Pomfrey, you are right!"&1t;/p>

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