Chapter 290

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

He is not qualified to end the story of Regulus without authorization.

If one day Voldemort returns to the cave where the false Horcrux is hidden and takes out the suicide note of Regulus, the story will end quietly in the most appropriate form.

As for what is written in Regulus' suicide note, Maka has long been unable to remember.

Back to the study along the stairs, Lenny ran to him and raised the parchment full of words like a treasure.

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

The collection of stories of shiweng Bidou is a collection of fairy tales of wizards. Most of the stories collected in it convey positive messages such as "good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded", "don't abuse magic" and so on.

Because they are fairy tales, the stories inside are not long. It won't take long to copy the longest "Legend of the three brothers".

"Lenny, copy it! Lenny is out!"

When the little girl saw Maka take it, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait."

"What's the matter!"

Maka waved to her, then went back to her desk and sat down. Although Lenny was full of reluctance, she had to move to the desk obediently.

"'The hair heart of the wizard '..." Maka looked at the parchment roll copied by Lenny and asked, "I asked you to choose your favorite copy before, right?"

"Yes..." Lenny nodded with her big watery eyes.

In fact, in the collection of stories of shiweng Bidou, the story chosen by Lenny is one of the darkest. Its purpose is to warn young wizards and wizards not to use black magic indiscriminately.

Because the content of this story is too bloody, wizard parents usually skip the bedtime story when they read it to their children.

In this story, the young wizard, as the hero, is handsome, rich and intelligent. He believes that emotion is a human weakness, so he uses black magic to block all his emotions and eliminate the possibility of falling in love with others.

However, when he was immersed in his "perfect" solitary life, he found that his two servants were talking about himself: one of them secretly sympathized with him, while the other even laughed at him that he couldn't find his wife.

It seemed that the wizard who felt his self-esteem trampled decided to find an excellent woman who made them jealous to be his wife.

Soon, he was lucky to meet a woman who was beautiful and rich, and had amazing magic talent.

Although the wizard can't tell whether he likes her or not, it doesn't seem to matter - he just wants a good wife to make others jealous.

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

Then the girl spoke——

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

The wizard took her to the dungeon of the castle and showed her a magic crystal box with her beating heart.

But because the heart has been isolated from the body for too long, it has become wrinkled. And because of the black magic, there are many long black hairs on it.

The girl asked the wizard to put the heart back to its original place. The wizard agreed. He put the hairy heart back to his chest.

However, the heart has been imprisoned by black magic for too long, becoming reckless and savage, and its desire has become fierce and grumpy.

The wizard found that he had to abandon it immediately, or he would take control of his body by the heart polluted by black magic.

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

But long hair's heart is very strong. It doesn't allow wizards to use magic to take out themselves. Naturally, the wizard didn't want to be controlled by his heart, so he struggled to pick it out of his chest with a dagger.

As a result, he fell on the girl's body, holding a different heart in each hand.

"Well, why do you like this one?" Makati flicked the parchment roll and looked at Lenny.

Maka thought she would say something like "because this article is the shortest" or "Laini likes to take out her heart" - Laini is such a character on weekdays. She never likes to think too deeply when thinking about problems, and Maka doesn't expect her to understand the truth by copying it once.

Unexpectedly, this time, Lenny's reason was not as simple and straightforward as he thought.

"Laini, if you tell the truth, you can't punish Laini again!" the little girl pointed to Marca's nose.

"Just say what you want to say..." Maka nodded and said, "I won't punish you."

"Because..." Lenny said with a smile, "because the wizard seems to be talking about you! Lenny is happy to see him die at last!"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech, and then frowned slightly.

There is some truth in saying that he is like the hero of that story - he did lose his feelings. But that was before meeting Lenny, and few people knew exactly that he had lost his feelings.

Where did the little girl know?

"Then tell me, where am I the same as the wizard?" Maka thought and suddenly asked.

"You and he have no heart!"

Lenny said and carefully stepped back a few steps. It seemed that she was worried about whether she would be punished again because she found a slight change in Maka's expression.

"No heart?"

Maka subconsciously touched her chest and suddenly realized the real meaning contained in Lenny's seemingly joking "truth".

Maybe Lenny didn't say that because she knew her past, let alone that he really "didn't have a heart".

What she wanted to express, I'm afraid, was that he had always hidden his true feelings.

"Hey! Bastard Maka..." Lenny shrunk her head, stared at Maka, and stretched out her hand to gently pull the hem of His Wizard robe, "you said yes! If you said yes, Lenny will not be punished!"

Seeing her timid appearance, Maka smiled and said, "well, don't punish you - go and play by yourself! Remember not to make trouble for others, okay?"

"I see!" Lenny immediately waved her hand and ran out of the study.

Maka leaned back in her chair, looked at the parchment roll in her hand, and gradually fell into meditation.

He was used to camouflage very early, but when he really lost his emotions, he became more and more aware that he couldn't live without them.

But the question is, if a person's emotion is hidden for too long, will it produce some unknown changes like what is said in the "wizard's hairy heart"?

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

After thinking for a long time, Maka did not come to any reliable conclusion.

In this world, emotion and emotion are closely related to magic. If Maka wants to continue to study magic, she must be unable to avoid this complex and elusive subject.

"Wait! Emotions and emotions?"

As if he thought of something, he quickly took a note from the pile of books in front of him, fell on the table and looked it up carefully.

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Meanwhile, the dusty old living room on the second floor.

"Sirius? What's the matter with you... Are you okay?"

In the deepest part of the living room, clencher was no longer there, but Sirius still stood in front of the tapestry, stunned.

Harry wanted to ask Sirius some questions, but when he found Sirius's back here, he saw the lost expression on each other's face.

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

Harry looked at the tapestry embroidered with genealogy, then hesitated and nodded - he thought Sirius was remembering his childhood.

"You're not up there!" Harry saw the bottom of the tree genealogy, but he didn't find Sirius's name.

"It used to be up there," said Sirius, lighting the charred round hole in the tapestry, which seemed to be scorched by a cigarette.

"After I escaped from home, my dear old mother destroyed my existence - kretcher loved to tell this story."

Speaking of kreiche, Sirius subconsciously glanced behind him. There was only a mark knocked out by the ELF's head and a pool of wet water mixed with dust.

"You ran away from home?" Harry wondered.

"About when I was sixteen..." said Sirius. "I really had enough."

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

"Your father's house," said Sirius, showing a look of memory, "your grandparents are very considerate. They almost regard me as their second son..."

"Yes! I'll stay at your father's house during the school holiday; when I'm seventeen, I'll find a place myself!"

"My uncle Alfred, he left me a considerable amount of gold - he was also cleared out here. I think it's probably for this reason!"

"Anyway, after that, I'll take care of myself... But your grandparents always welcome me to their house every Saturday."

"But why are you..." Harry asked politely.

"You mean running away from home?" Sirius smiled bitterly and stroked his long messy hair, "because I hate everyone in this family - my parents are crazy about pure blood. They believe that being the heirs of the Black family, they should be expensive by nature..."

By chatting with Harry, Sirius gradually separated himself from grief and anger. Just then, there was a sudden cry downstairs.

"What's the matter?" Sirius said bored.