“…… It was a deer, a deer Patronus who appeared in the backyard of McMillan's house, and told me that Draco was home. ”

As mentioned earlier, using the Patronus Charm to communicate was a spell technique that Dumbledore had developed. He had long passed on a lot of practical magical knowledge to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, so of course this was not unique to Maca.

Earlier, when Maca and Lucius mentioned Narcissa, they seemed to inadvertently gesture to Snape.

After all, he himself must still use the rune array, and he can save a little bit of magic power, which is also to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

“…… Or is it still a deer? ”

After hearing Narcissa's words, Maca couldn't help but glance over to Snape.

The animal form that the Patronus Charm takes shape will change depending on the state of mind of the caster.

For example, Snape, whose patronus of the deer is based on the most beautiful and longing obsessions in his heart, is the greatest nostalgia for the desired but unattainable.

Because, Harry's mother, Lily, was the same as a mischievous deer.

"By the way, Mr. McLean, we really appreciate Draco's incident today! But...... Will he be okay in the future? It won't be the same after waking up, will it? Nightmare...... Won't you do it again, will you? ”

It was Lucius who spoke, but he was actually asking on behalf of his wife, Narcissa. As for Narcissa, she was a little embarrassed to face Maca—she felt awkward to say thank you to a boy as old as her son.

Or, like Bellatrix, she was born in the Black family, and the arrogance in her heart is not much lower than that crazy sister.

Of course, for these little things, Maca doesn't care too much.

"Draco is fine," he nodded at the couple, "it's just ......"

His indifferent turn of events suddenly made the Malfoys worry again, for fear that their precious son would leave some terrible after-effects.

However, Maca suddenly smiled lightly.

"Well, nightmares probably still do......," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "don't you usually have nightmares?" I do that sometimes...... For example, someone ate the dragon meat cake that I hid in a drawer...... Oh, that's really horrible! ”

Just as Lucius and Narcissa were stunned, Snape on the side gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his expression showed a hint of subtlety.

……

By the time Maca and Snape left Malfoy Manor, it was already past lunchtime. Lucius wanted to entertain them both, but neither of them stayed there for dinner.

Being a professor at a magic school is not as idle as you think...... No, it's pretty idle, I mean, if you don't have that much "personal stuff" to do.

Just like the recent Maca, he had just finished the alchemy competition, but he was a little disturbed by Helbo who came out of the ground. After finally deciding to step up the process of studying magic, he was torn by the bronze eaglet that emerged from the door knocker.

It's just that, in the spirit of the strange psychology of being born in Hufflepuff House, he still packed an exquisite and delicious meal when he left Malfoy's house.

"Professor, don't you really need to? I've got a lot of good food here, so you can divide it...... I think you know, it's supposed to be the end of the meal in the auditorium by this point. ”

Soon, Marka and Snape reappeared at the entrance to the Hogwarts vestibule, and then Marka patted her waist pocket and asked casually.

"No need."

Snape shook his head and headed inside, apparently wanting to go straight back to his office.

Maca pouted indifferently behind her, then pulled out a fried chicken leg from her waist and nibbled along the path in the vestibule.

It didn't take long for his mouth to be covered with shiny oil, and along the way several young wizards who were strolling in the vestibule after the meal stared at him.

But where would Maca care about this, he walked directly through the vestibule lawn cheekily, nibbled on chicken legs and came to the school hospital on the second floor of the castle.

The door to the hospital room was open, and he glanced inside twice before entering, and only went inside when he realized that Madam Pomfrey was not there.

"Hey, Sarah—" Maca said as she walked, "Almost, even if an ordinary student has a broken arm, it's time to recover now." If you continue to live, it will not be to avoid people's eyes, but to arouse people's suspicion! ”

The big fat man had followed his father back to Egypt, and now Sarah was the only one left in the ward. If Maca hadn't greeted Madam Pomfrey, she would have been kicked out of the hospital long ago.

"Good afternoon, Professor McLean."

"Oh, good afternoon!"

Maca nodded at her, then pulled over the chair beside the bed and sat down, and with a flick of her hand, the chicken bones immediately disappeared into his hands. And then, he took out the next chicken leg from his waist and continued to bite it.

"I just had some takeaways today, I think we can talk about it......" he said a little vaguely as he munched on, "By the way, I remember you said that you once wanted to go to wizards who are good at soul magic, didn't you?" ”

Sarah, who was on the hospital bed, heard this, pulled the quilt in front of her, and then nodded.

"Have you found it?" Maca asked again.

"As I've said before, there are very few people who study soul magic," she said, "but I've found a few ...... over the years."

"So, has anyone ever talked to you about the composition of the soul?"

That's what Maca wanted, so he interrupted Sarah before he could finish speaking. And after Sarah heard his question, she first lowered her head slightly and recalled, and then shook her head.

"No," she affirmed, "if someone ever told me, I would not forget." ”

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help but pause slightly, probably sorting out her thoughts. After sorting out some thoughts in his mind, he continued—

"Sarah, I once read this sentence in a magic book," he said, putting aside his hand holding the chicken leg first, and said earnestly, "'The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin. ’…… The person who wrote this sentence was Ragnar Bastos. ”

After repeating the phrase, Maca continued: "The meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand. Bastos wanted to show others that the weight of the soul, though almost insignificant, was not a reason for people to wantonly deprive others of their lives. ”

"I don't know who this 'Ragnar Bastos' really is—there's no record of him anywhere but the hand-copied magic book. But when I opened the book, I was a little concerned about what he left on the title page......"

"I haven't heard of this person either, and I don't seem to have read the book you mentioned." Sarah blinked, "But...... Is there anything wrong with that? ”

Judging from Maca's narrative, this sentence really doesn't seem to be anything special, isn't it just a warning to others not to harm others at will?

However, Maca waved her hand.

"I'm sorry, my explanation of that sentence is a bit redundant...... "He smiled, "what I care about now is actually the word 'sin' in that sentence." ”

"You mentioned Voldemort last time, right? You said you wanted to go to him......" Marka said, "your guess was not wrong at the time, Voldemort's resurrection was indeed related to soul magic. I don't know...... Have you ever heard of 'Horcruxes'? ”

There are very few people who know about Horcruxes, and even a wizardry school like Hogwarts is just lucky to have a book of "Secrets of Cutting-edge Dark Arts" written and completed by later generations.

To be honest, the Horcrux production method in that book is incomplete, that has to be said separately.

For a person like Sarah, who squatted at home all year round, even if she lived long enough, it would be difficult for her to access such an extremely rare and powerful collection of dark magic books.

So Maca didn't wait for her to answer, but went on to tell herself.

"Horcruxes can store soul fragments, so that after the maker is killed, the soul cannot be separated from the world because it is incomplete," he explained......, "Oh, I can't say more about the specifics. All I want to borrow is one of them, and that's to make a Horcrux - murder is required! ”

When Sarah heard this, she was still puzzled.

"What do you mean—"

"It's 'sin,'" Maka said in a deep voice, "I think that the act of murder combined with a certain spell is actually magnifying some kind of evil in oneself to the limit, and tearing one's soul apart by it......"

"That is to say, the composition of the soul may contain the so-called 'sin'!"

At this point, Maca is far from finished, because he can't even talk about today's harvest after the concept of roll call.

However, just as he wanted to leave some time to come out and give Sarah a chance to digest his idea, a wave of magic appeared from the porch outside the hospital room.

"Someone seems to ......"

Maka suddenly looked back, only to notice an old face in the doorway, stretched several inches behind him.

"Professor McLean," the mouth on that face opened and closed, and spat out a cold sentence, "I think it's obviously a 'sin' to eat chicken legs in the hospital room, too, don't you think?" ”

"Uh, oh......" Maca looked at the chicken leg in her hand and immediately smiled awkwardly, "Madam Pomfrey, you're right! ”