For Marca, the story of Regulus should never end in his mouth, it belongs to both Regulus and Voldemort.

He is not in a position to put an end to the story of Regulus without authorization.

The story would have ended quietly in its most appropriate form one day, when Voldemort returned to the cave where the fake Horcrux was hidden, and retrieved Regulus's suicide note.

As for what was written in Regulus's suicide note, Maca had long since lost sight of it.

Walking down the stairs back to the study, Lenny scurried up to him and held up the parchment full of words as if she were offering a treasure.

Maca looked at the crooked letters on it and took it.

"The Tales of the Poet Bean" is a collection of fairy tales by wizards, and most of the stories collected in it convey positive messages such as "good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil" and "magic must not be abused".

Because they are all fairy tales, the stories in them are not very long, and it won't take long to copy the longest "The Legend of the Three Brothers".

"Leni is done! Leni is out! ”

The little girl saw that Maca took it, and when she said happily, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait."

"What's going on!"

Maca beckoned to her, then went back to her desk and sat down. Leni was reluctant, but she had to move obediently to her desk.

"'The Wizard's Hairy Heart'......" Marca asked, looking at the parchment scroll that Leni had copied, "I asked you to pick a favorite copy, right?" ”

"Yes......" Leni nodded with wide, watery eyes.

In fact, the story chosen by Leni is one of the darkest of the stories in The Tales of the Poet Pedou, and its purpose is to warn young witches and wizards not to use dark magic indiscriminately.

Because the story is so bloody, wizarding parents often skip it when they read bedtime stories to their children.

In this story, the young witch who is the protagonist is handsome, wealthy, and intelligent, and he believes that emotions are a human weakness, so he uses black magic to block all his emotions and eliminate the possibility of falling in love with others.

However, as he indulges in his "perfect" solitary life, he finds himself talking about himself by two of his servants: one of them secretly sympathizes with him, while the other even laughs at him for not even finding a wife.

As if feeling that his self-esteem was being trampled on, the wizard decided to find a wonderful woman to be his wife who made them all jealous.

Soon, he was lucky enough to meet a woman who was both beautiful and wealthy, and had an amazing talent for magic.

The wizard couldn't tell if he liked her or not, but it didn't seem to matter - he just wanted a wonderful wife to make others jealous.

He began to try to please the woman, but it didn't seem to work.

Then the girl spoke—

"I will only believe those love words you say when I think you have a heart."

The wizard took her to the castle's dungeon and showed her an enchanted crystal box with her beating heart inside.

But because the heart had been cut off from the body for too long, it had become crumpled. And because of the black magic, there are also a lot of long black hairs growing on it.

The girl begged the witch to put the heart back in its place, and the witch agreed, and he put the hairy heart back into his chest.

However, this heart has been imprisoned by the dark magic for too long, becoming reckless and savage, and its ** has become ferocious and perverse.

The wizard found himself had to abandon it immediately, or he would be taken control of his body by the heart tainted by the dark arts.

So, he pulled out the girl's heart and tried to replace it with his own hairy heart.

But the hairy heart is already so strong that it doesn't allow wizards to use magic to take themselves out. Naturally, the wizard didn't want to be controlled by his own heart anymore, so he struggled to pick it out of his chest with a dagger.

As a result, he collapsed on top of the girl's corpse, holding a very different heart in each of his hands.

"Then tell me, why do you like this one?" Maca flicked her fingers at the parchment scroll and looked at Lenny.

Maca thought she would say something like "because this one is the shortest" or "Leni likes to dig out her heart" - Leni is usually this character, and she never likes to think too deeply when thinking about problems, and Maca doesn't expect her to understand anything just by copying it once.

Unexpectedly, this time, Leni's reason was not as simple and straightforward as he imagined.

"If Leni tells the truth, you can't punish Leni again!" The little girl pointed to Maca's nose and said loudly.

"Say whatever you want...... "Maka nodded, "I won't punish you." ”

"Because ......," Lenny said with a grin, "because the wizard seems to be talking about you!" Seeing him die in the end, Lenico was overjoyed! ”

Hearing this, Maca was suddenly stunned, and then frowned slightly.

There is some truth to saying that he resembles the protagonist of that story—he did lose his emotions at one point. But that was before he met Lenny, and there are very few people who know for sure that he has lost his emotions.

Where did this little girl find out?

"Tell me, then, where am I like that wizard?" Maca thought for a moment and asked suddenly.

"You and him don't have a heart!"

Leni said, and took a few more cautious steps back, as if she had noticed a subtle change in Maca's expression, and was worried about whether she would be punished again.

"No heart?"

Maca subconsciously touched her chest, and suddenly realized the true meaning of Lennie's seemingly joking "truth".

Leni may not have said this because she knew her past somewhere, let alone that he really "didn't have a heart".

What she wanted to express was probably the fact that he had always hidden his true feelings.

"Hey! Bastard Maca......" Leni shrunk her head and stared at Maca, reaching out and gently tugging at the hem of his wizard robe, "You said yes! Say yes, don't punish Lenny! ”

Seeing her cowering look, Maca couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, I won't punish you - go play by yourself!" Don't make trouble for others, you know? ”

"Got it!" Leni immediately waved her hand, and then ran out of the study with a puff of smoke.

Maca leaned back in her chair and looked at the parchment scroll in her hand, gradually falling into deep thought.

He had grown accustomed to disguises at an early age, but when he really lost his emotions, he realized more and more that he couldn't live without them.

But the question is, if a person's emotions are hidden for too long, will there be some unknown mutation like the one mentioned in "The Witch's Hairy Heart"?

If the answer is yes, how will it change? Is it a good change or a bad change?

After thinking about it for a long time, Maca did not come to any reliable conclusions.

In this world, emotions and emotions are intimately linked to magic, and if Maca wants to continue her delving into magic, she will inevitably be unable to avoid this complex and elusive subject.

"Wait! Emotions and emotions? ”

As if he had thought of something, he quickly pulled out a notebook from the pile of books in front of him, and slumped down on the desk to examine it carefully.

……

At the same time, the dusty old living room on the second floor.

"Sirius? What happened to you...... You okay? ”

In the deepest part of the drawing-room, Kreacher was no longer there, but Sirius was still standing in front of the tapestry, dazed.

Harry wanted to ask Sirius some questions, but when he spotted Sirius's back, he saw the blank look on his face.

"Huh?" Sirius turned his head to look at his godson, then shook his head slightly, "Oh, Harry...... I'm fine! ”

Harry looked at the genealogy-embroidered tapestry, then nodded hesitantly—he thought Sirius was reminiscing about his childhood.

"You're not up there!" Harry looked down the tree-like family tree, but couldn't find Sirius' name.

"Ever on top." Sirius said, gesturing to a small, blackened hole in the tapestry, which looked like a scorched cigarette.

"After I ran away from home, my dear old mother destroyed me—Kreacher loved to whisper the story."

Speaking of Kreacher, Sirius glanced behind him, and there was only a mark knocked out by the elf's head, and a puddle of dusty, wet water.

"You ran away from home?" Harry wondered.

"I was about sixteen years old...... "I had enough," Sirius said. ”

"Where have you been?" Harry asked, staring at him.

"Your father's house," Sirius said, flashing back to memory, "your grandparents are very understanding, they almost treat me like a second son......

"Yes! During the school holidays, I stayed at your father's house temporarily; By the time I was seventeen, I had found a place for myself! ”

"My uncle Alphad left me a considerable amount of gold - he was also purged from here, probably for this reason!"

"Anyway, I've been taking care of myself ever since...... However, Mr. and Mrs. Potter always welcomed me to their house every Saturday for dinner. ”

"But why are you ......," Harry asked tactfully.

"You mean running away from home?" Sirius smiled wryly and ran his hands through his long, unkempt hair, "Because I hate all of them—my parents were madly obsessed with purebloods, and they believed that the Black family was born noble ......"

Through casual conversation with Harry, Sirius gradually freed himself from his grief and anger. At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded downstairs.

"What's wrong again?" Sirius said boredly.