“…… It amplifies the specific desires that living beings have, and uses them to control them. It has been observed that the fundamental manifestations of the affected are 'self-affirmation', 'ridicule of others', 'pursuit of power and power'......"

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

This is because what he wants to write down has actually gone back and forth in his head several times.

But this time, when he wrote about "chasing power and power", his hand holding the quill suddenly paused slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed on his face.

"No, it's not."

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly reached out and brushed his head over the sentence, and the original handwriting immediately faded away as if it had been absorbed by the paper.

"The chase is just a process, not a cause or an effect...... So, what would Draco do once he had gained enough strength...... Superior? Supercilious? Have fun? ”

After thinking left and right for a moment, Maca tossed the quill back into the inkwell, and then flipped a few pages forward from the book in front of her. There, in larger font was written a word - the Monument of Bewitchment.

In fact, over the past few years, no matter what he was busy with, he had not stopped studying magic. And if there is one research that he is most concerned about, it must be the content of this book.

The Book of Sin - since he first got it from his "future self", he rarely read that "originally" anymore. The stories are too real, too heavy, to make it hard to get the desire to read them again and again.

But now the notebook spread out on the table, he still named it "The Book of Sin", and he did not change even a word.

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

However, this second edition of the Book of Sin contains unfinished research and records from the "original edition", that is, the "roots of sin" that are full of the possibility of disaster.

The text he is writing is a small part of the study of the "Monument of Bewitchment".

"Whew-"

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

Then, he pulled the curtain behind him with his backhand, and the afternoon sun outside the window immediately spread all over the office. The room, which had been a little dim just a moment ago, suddenly lit up.

Leaning back in her chair a little lazily, Maca stared at the tiny dust particles in the light, and emptied her brain to silently feel the hard-won silence, and then stretched hard.

"It's still early for dinner! Otherwise, go to Hogsmeade to relax, right? He bathed in the gentle sunlight shining on his back, gently rubbed his slightly swollen temples with his right hand, and said to himself, "Although some things must be decided as soon as possible to have more room for maneuver, but if you are in too much of a hurry, it will affect your 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 can't say to others than ordinary people.

If he didn't know how to self-regulate, I'm afraid he would have been completely crushed by so many bad things.

Thinking like this, Maca put away her legs, which she had kicked under the desk when she was stretching, and stood up with her feet lightly on the edge of the desk.

The dust floating in the air suddenly collided with the air flow he got up, and some of it followed the departing Maca and disappeared into the shadows of the data pile.

"Oh yes," Maca said casually as she pushed open the office door, "at this time, you should find someone who thinks straight to the point and has a drink with you......"

As he spoke, he walked out, and the door behind him closed automatically.

“…… Hopefully he'll be out of class next. ”

"Bang!"

With a soft thud, the door shut.

……

The UK is affected by topography and air currents, and is plagued by rain that stops and falls all year round. However, Hogwarts Castle is located at an altitude and location, and the weather here is usually not bad.

It was the same today, with the grass on the lawn in the vestibule swaying in the breeze. If you think about the Alchemy Contest that was just dismantled, this 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 life.

It's just that the thought that he only left the last moment of his life to this land makes people a little unhappy.

Maca strolled out of the foyer of the castle and walked slowly forward.

The first thing that came to his mind was Hagrid. If someone invited him to sit on the three broomsticks, he would have been more than happy to go with him.

It's just a pity that when Maca went to the hunting lodge and knocked on the door, he was only responded by the hound Tooth who was locked in the house to entertain himself.

No way, since he can get to the school gate by walking a little further, then he won't be stupid enough to run back again.

In the blink of an eye, Maca, who slowly walked out of the school gate, quietly disappeared in place, and when he showed his form with a burst of spatial expansion, he had already come to the alley on the side of the pig's head bar.

If he wasn't accompanied, he would rather come here for a while, as his favorite "Pig's Head Bar Butterbeer" was here.

"Dang Chang—"

The bell that hung behind the door rang suddenly, and the sound was still muffled, sounding somewhat disappointing. It was as if it were the same virtue as the owner of the place, who would not welcome any guest who visited the place.

"Boss," Maca smiled at the bar, "you know, old ways. ”

"Sit down!"

At the bar, Aberforth's beard spread across his chest trembled slightly, his tone as indifferent as ever. However, he was very quick with his hands, and in a few moments he pulled out a dirty bottle from under the bar, and opened it casually.

"Give."

The Butterbeer bottle was casually placed on the countertop, along with a cup. Because of the excessive force, some foam even splashed out, but it was immediately wiped off by Aberforth.

Yes, even Maca, who has a good relationship, can only let him give him an extra "corkage service". Want to drink? Then pour it yourself!

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

He picked his fingers and let the bottle float on its own, pouring the yellow liquor into his glass, as he looked around the shop as he usually did when he came here.

Ever since Charlotte came here from time to time to work, the dirty bar has noticeably changed a lot of details.

For example, some small ornaments above the bar, or more detailed and clear price lists, there are scattered traces of improvement everywhere.

Of course, the tone remains the same – the windows are still so dirty, and the dust build-up makes it difficult for outside light to penetrate, making the bar look so groggy day and night.

"Poof-"

There were still not many customers in the bar, but after a casual sweep around, Maca took in the surroundings in her mind. He then turned his head again and touched the wall of the cup with his index finger.

A faint burst of sparks swirled around the cup, and disappeared again in an instant.

"Ah, yes—" He looked up at Aberforth as if something sounded suddenly, "Is Dobby still with you?" Well...... I mean, the house-elf from before? ”

"He's long gone." Aberforth frowned, "Is there anything to find him?" ”

"Oh no!" Maca shook her head lightly and said, "It's just that when I met his old master today, I suddenly remembered 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, she knew that it was probably Aberforth who had told the elf about his mistress. But after that, it wasn't long before Lucius went to get Narcissa back—the little one must have had to work in vain.

"I said, just to ask......" Marca shrugged her shoulders and somehow turned to say, "After Charlotte came, your business here has been much better, right?" ”

For Maca's chatting mode, Aberforth seemed very unimpressed. He then frowned again, and looked Maca left and right, his eyes somewhat impatient.

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

"Hey, where's that sheep I gave you—"

"You're enough!"

Aberforth slapped the bar sharply, causing the few customers in the store to look back, only to be glared back by him.

"Boy, what are you doing today? If you want to find someone to hang out with, go to the three brooms and find the girl from Rosmerta, don't come to me and mumble and have nothing to do—"

Seeing this, Maca shook her head helplessly, then picked up the wine glass and took a few big sips.

"It's not like I'm looking for trouble," he chuckled, putting down his cup, "just trying to talk to someone who doesn't care much about anything...... For example, you, if you have a big thing in your heart, it probably won't be a problem, right? ”

Aberforth glared at the smiling Maca, and only sighed helplessly after a while.

"What's wrong with you kid?" He said with a little confusion, "What's the trouble?" If you want to talk about troublesome things, you have solved a lot of them, and I haven't seen you as greasy and crooked as you are now? ”

Maca thought for a moment, put away her smile, and sighed as well.

"Perhaps...... It's just annoying, right? ”