Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... Come, sit down ... speak slowly."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, pulled another chair, and set it at the table.

But the young witch shook her head and said, "Sorry ... presumably you are the principal of Dumbledore? I ... I came to Mr. McLean, but I didn't expect ..."

"Maca went out today and said she was going to a party ..." Hermione poked at the food on the plate and said casually.

哦 "Oh-" The young witch sighed in disappointment, and then hesitated, "Although I know it's abrupt--I was going to ask Mr. McLean to introduce it for me, but-"

She whispered: "I don't know if I can see Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in good shape, and the therapist at St. Mungo said it was a very bad condition. The medicine used is very difficult to prepare ... so ... "

"Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Snape.

He snapped his hair impatiently and looked at her indifferently: "Have McLean told you nothing?"

The young witch froze for a moment—she didn't know what Snape was referring to.

魔 "Potion," Snape frowned, "McLean is also a pharmacist--"

"He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall immediately said solemnly.

Obviously, Snape's impatient look was even better.

He frowned, stared at the young witch and looked at it before asking, "Do you know McLean?"

"Yes, Mr. Snape ..." She nodded quickly, "Mr. McLean, and Miss Lovegood, they are our guests in our restaurant ..."

It's very clear here that this young and beautiful witch is the new owner of the "Snow Witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade-Celine.

"Relationship between shop and customer?" Snape couldn't help but grin.

"Sorry, I know this ... but ..." Celine looked sobbing. "I'm really desperate. The mother's illness suddenly became serious, but Saint Mungo had nothing to do-just lack of special effects Elixir. "

Snape's frowns grew tighter, apparently he didn't want to make himself troublesome.

"Severus," Dumbledore said suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, then glanced again at Celine.

"Okay okay ..." Snape said anxiously, "I don't care how much you have to do with McLean, this trip is on his head anyway!"

"Let's go! Immediately!" He waved his hand impatiently, and then took the lead to walk quickly outside the door.

"He's still so annoying." Ron leaned over to Harry and said in a minimal voice.

在 At this moment, Ron felt something jumped on his knee, startled him.

"嗷!" He yelled, his elbows rested on the edge of the table, and he flipped the cup.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned his head.

But before he had time to continue, he found that a large **** ball fell on the table "bang", and then the ping-pong and ping-pong rang, and many dinner plates and glasses were hit On the ground.

Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and picked it up and dropped it on the ground to keep it from spoiling the food.

"Oh, Crook Mountain, what's wrong with you?" Hermione exclaimed.

Yes, that big ball of hair is Hermione's pet cat, Crook Mountain.

Ron was still covering his elbow and screaming, but felt a lightness on his thigh.

He quickly turned his head, and just happened to see his mouse jump to the empty chair beside him, then jumped to the ground again, spread his legs and ran away to the other end.

Crook Mountain will not let go of it naturally, it flexibly bypasses the round table, chasing in the direction of fluttering escape.

"That's it again! That's it again!" Ron stood up angrily. "Spotted in my bed so well! Why do you stupid cat keep staring at it!"

He complained angrily, and chased in the direction they were running.

Hermione looked at Ron's back and wanted to follow along. But she thought about it again, but she turned her head and sat still in the chair.

"Oh my God! He got up first! It's him!" Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed at Ron's door and screamed loudly.

"If you count him, there will be twelve people!" Professor McGonagall said indifferently. "You must not have learned arithmetic well."

Professor Terry Lawney returned to her, and she looked around, which was vaguely: "There should be thirteen here, but the mist of fate has covered my sky ..."

After two hours, the Christmas dinner is over.

But Ron didn't come back until now--Professor Trelawney kept thinking about it. Harry said he would bring some back to Ron.

"Come?" Harry asked Hermione as he was going back.

"No," Hermione muttered, "I want to talk to Professor McGonagall."

Harry walked to the doorway in the portrait and found Sir Cadogan was celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former principals of Hogwarts, and his fat pony.

He pushed the helmet up and toasted him with a pot of mead.

圣诞 "Christmas-嗝-Happy! Password?"

"Dirty mongrel dog." Harry said.

"Same for you, sir!" Cadogan shouted, meanwhile the painting tilted forward to let him in.

But Harry immediately found out that Ron was not in the common room, so he went straight to the dormitory.

哦 "Oh, you're back ..." Harry said, "I brought you something to eat ... how's it going?"

Harry saw the spots on the bed of Ron at a glance. It looked worse on his head, but he was a bit fatter—probably the function of the small bottle of "special rat food" sent by Maca.

谢谢 "Thank you," Ron glanced at Harry's food on the bedside table, and said weakly, "As long as the **** stupid cat doesn't come to grab it anymore, I think it will live at least a few more days ..."

"You didn't feed some rat food that Maca gave it?" Harry asked. "It looks like it worked well."

"Yes," said Ron. "The effect is good, Bamba is particularly fond of eating, that is, she always sleeps after eating."

"Get more rest before you get better!" Harry said casually, and walked to his bed.

Ron thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

A few moments ago, Harry was already holding in his arms his crossbow arrows and Hermione's birthday present, the Flying Broom Care Manual.

"I'm going to take care of it, Ron, together?" Harry turned his head.

Ron glanced at the spot on the bed-it seemed to be asleep.

嗯 "Hmm ... okay!" Ron said.

The two walked into the common room downstairs, and Harry glanced over the manual, wondering what to do with the firebolt.

However, there is no need to trim the curved broom tip. The flying broom is so smooth and flawless that it obviously needs no sanding.

坐在 He and Ron sat there, admiring it from all angles, until the hole in the portrait opened, and Hermione came in ... with her was Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall was the Dean of Gryffindor, Harry had only seen her come to the common room once, and that time was to announce an important event.

He and Ron opened her eyes and looked at her, both holding the firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind the book.

哦 "Oh! This is ... a crossbow arrow!" Said Professor McGonagall, although his expression was still serious, but his eyes seemed to have launched a light, "It's so beautiful."

She walked to the fireplace, looked at the crossbow, and said with a faint aura: "Who is this Christmas gift for you, Potter?"

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.

They saw her forehead slightly red from the top of the book, and the book fell down.

呃 "Uh ... yes, yes," Harry felt his eyes a little dry, "this is ..."

He wasn't quite sure if he should be sent by Maca, but Professor McGonagall changed the subject, which surprised him and Ron.

"Oh-don't say this," Professor McGonagall suddenly turned his head and looked at Ron. "Miss Granger just told me that ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ your pet rat is not in good condition, she asked me Come and see. "

"What?" Ron thought he must have heard wrong.

带 "Take me to see your mouse," Professor McGonagall said, "Although I'm not professional, I can at least give you a look first."

哦 "Oh ... okay!" Ron glanced over Hermione, only to find that she kept hiding her face behind the book.

Ron brought Professor McGonagall to the dormitory, but he was surprised to find that the spots were gone!

Ron searched everywhere but couldn't find it. Professor McGonagall had to leave a sentence, "Find it and bring it to my office." Then he left.

"What about Hermione?" Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the female dorm.

"What is she doing?" Ron whispered, sitting in the armchair next to Harry.

Harry still hugged his crossbow and admired it without raising his head. "She went up and said to me, 'If it's Maca, you'll do this.'"

Ron scratched his hair and said dumbly, "If it's Maca, he'll always figure it out-just like he gave me rat food."

Uh ...

"Sneeze!"

On the other side, Maca, who was chatting with Ernie at random, suddenly sneezed.

嘿 "Hey, Maca, are you cold?" Ernie said strangely.

Maka rubbed her nose and looked subconsciously in the direction of Hogwarts before shaking her head again.

也许 "Maybe someone is saying bad things about me ..." He said, "Where did you just say?"

"You said just now, the guy named Columbus knocked eggs on the table!" Leila hurriedly said, "Now? Is he going to eat it?"