Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the lobby of McMillan's house, most people are staring at Maca and Charlotte, but the two who are the center of sight have no protagonist consciousness at all.

After a while, they removed most of their attention from the dance steps.

"Sister Xue, how did you get here?" Maca asked casually.

"I still want to ask you, primary school brother-" laughed Charlotte, "You seem to like activities like this recently?"

Maca knew that she was talking about the last graduate party!

He shook his head slightly and half-truthfully said, "I didn't do it just because I wanted to ... I think you should understand what I'm talking about."

Charlotte frowned her lips and nodded slightly.

"I understand what you mean ..." She said, "But wouldn't you be a little earlier? I have only really come into contact with these things for almost two years ..."

Maca pouted her mouth and said, "When no one is responsible for certain things for you, you always have to do it yourself-some things, not too early."

Charlotte stared at him in surprise, almost speechless.

The words of both of them were unclear, as if they were playing a puzzle. But both of them knew in their hearts that it was talking about the communication problem in this scene.

In front of both of them, there are many things that have to be faced.

Not to mention what the true thoughts in Maka's heart were; at least Charlotte's apparent burden of the invisible burden that her family forced on her was obviously rejected.

But these things cannot be solved by resistance.

Maybe one year and two years later, she will have to marry a pure-blooded witch she has never seen before, to continue the excellent bloodline of the Wit family; or, she buried her heart completely, using Strength and means to seize their place in the family, until the seventies and eighties, and then look for the original self.

Or, let it go, let go of everything, go into the clan of the family, and use that taboo to destroy the entire Witt family ...

"Probably not ruined, after all, some people have tried it." Charlotte thought to himself, and murmured in his mouth.

"What?" Marka faintly noticed.

Charlotte suddenly returned to her senses, and a look of panic appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly turned her head and glanced at the back door—fortunately, there was no movement there, and her father should not have heard it.

Because she looked back inexplicably, Maca was stunned by her long hair.

"Oh, sorry--" Charlotte quickly apologized.

Maca waved her hand to signal that nothing was happening, but the dance of the two stopped.

"Sit for a while, take a break!" Maca said calmly.

After Charlotte sat down, she closed her mouth abnormally and fell into thought. To be honest, this is absolutely rare in her always cheerful and smiling.

Maca sat opposite her, leaning halfway on the back of the chair, and began to think about her own affairs.

Before long, when the young wizards were about to come together unwittingly, the door to the backyard was opened. Mr. Witt and the other two homeowners came in, except that with the exception of Mr. Witt, the other two had complex expressions.

"Lottie, it's time to go!" Shouted Mr. Witte.

Charlotte turned his head back, his face had been replaced with a relaxed and natural expression, no more dignity.

"Sometimes I really don't understand whether you are older than me or I am older than you!" She whispered back to Maca, then quickly walked towards her father.

"Do you know that boy?" Mr. Witte said curiously.

Charlotte shrugged and said casually: "That's my elementary school brother. Maybe you've heard his name."

"Oh?" Mr. Witt was more curious.

"His name is Maca McLean." Charlotte smiled and said.

Mr. Witt nodded his head, "Oh, the Hogwarts first-year student who invented the‘ Secret Potion ’?”

The uncle and the father did not look at the male and female wizards who deliberately approached them, chatting with each other and walking towards the door together, and soon disappeared at the gate.

In the hall, almost only Maca was sitting on the chair alone. He looked at the bright moon outside the window, but in his heart he searched for all the information related to the "Witt family" where Charlotte was.

To be honest, combining Charlotte's words that he just accidentally blurted out, some information can still be confirmed.

"Presumably, that's the 'Witt' family." Maca nodded secretly, then stood up and walked over to Ernie.

The primary purpose of today is not on Charlotte, it is purely an accidental harvest. And some of the information he wanted had to start with Ernie.

In fact, it is not complicated to say that, for an issue that is not a secret, it has been laid for a whole day. Ask now, and today's task is almost completed.

Twenty-five hours later, Maca had a conversation with Ernie's father, and then left McMillan House.

He can come with flying powder, but not very suitable for leaving with flying powder.

At least, it's really not appropriate in front of so many people-the scene when he uses flying powder is too "eye-catching".

玛 When Maca came to the side of the road along the stone paved path in front of the mansion, he nodded secretly, and then pulled out his wand from his sleeve and stretched it forward.

Alas, he was planning to take the Knights Bus back to Hogwarts.

I want to say that the route of the Cavaliers bus is really difficult to figure out, especially when you call for the first time, you must pay attention to the direction of the car.

No, people never follow the road ...

I saw a huge purple silhouette appearing from the woods beside the road, and the headlights were dazzling. For a moment, it rushed across the road and stopped beside Maca.

It feels like it's about to hit!

Maca took two steps back and glanced at the front of the car. The gold letters on the windshield made up the words—Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knights Bus, an emergency passenger service for witches or witches in distress. Just stretch out your wand and get in the car and we can take you wherever you want to go. My name It's Stan Parker, and I'm your conductor tonight! "

At the door of the bus, a young man with a pair of ear-ears is posing with a professional smile and capable of talking.

去 "Go to Hogwarts, thank you." Maca put her wand back in her sleeve and stepped onto the car.

"That's a bit far away, yes, sixteen silver sicco," Stan said, "but if you add three more silver sicco, you get a cup of hot chocolate; adding four, you get a hot water bottle and A toothbrush, you choose the color. "

"No need." Maca took out a golden gallon. "But I want to say that the hot chocolate in your car is quite expensive."

"Yeah, yeah, but that's the best hot chocolate, it looks like a Muggle brand-this is what the purchasing department told me." Stein found a silver West to Maca, then shrugged and agreed. "But it's really expensive, and it's still a Muggle product ... just a small cup."

He stretched out his hand to compare, it seemed really small.

There are no seats in the car. Behind the closed window are six beds with brass pillars. Candles lit on the brackets next to each bed, illuminating the walls of the car with baseboards. There was no one in bed at the moment, it felt like a chartered car.

"You sleep this," Stan said, taking Maca to the front bed, and the driver was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

"This is our driver, Erne Plain; Erne, this is ... well, what's your name?"

"Call me Maca, sir." Maca nodded to the driver.

Ern Plaine is an older witch wearing thick glasses and nodded towards Maca.

"Drive, Erne," Stan said in an armchair next to Erne.

The gurgling was a huge slam, and Maca could not help but stand on the side of the bed to avoid hitting the bar, which was the result of the speed of the Cavalier bus throwing him backwards.

It's really terrible. Isn't there a gentler way to move this broken bus?

Maca stretched her neck and looked at the driver's hand-well, although there are a lot of buttons, this thing really only has one gear!

As the scenery outside the window changes like a streamer, www.ltnovel.com ~ Maca also gradually adapts. Slowly, he suddenly noticed the changes.

"This thing can't be ignored ..." Maca looked at everything around carefully, trying to infer some magic principles from it.

But the speed of the bus was destined not to leave him too much time.

Quickly, the Knight Bus has arrived.

Maca got out of Stan's farewell, and after that, the Knights Bus went away like a gust of wind again.

Uh ...

一 Early the next morning, when Maca had just arrived at the auditorium to have breakfast, Hermione hurried to him. Behind her were Harry and Ron.

"Maca, a witch came to see you yesterday," Hermione said quickly, "she called Snape away and went to St. Mungo, saying that her mother was sick."

After saying that, she added, "She looks terrible."

找 "Looking for me? Who?" Marka thought for a while, but didn't think of anyone.

"She said you were a guest of her restaurant!" Harry said.

哦 "Oh, that restaurant!" Maca nodded. "Then I should go and see-is Snape back?"

At this moment, all three of them shook their heads.

Maca shrugged and said, "Well, then I'll go to Snape's office and see ..."

说 While he was talking, he walked to Hitchpatch's long table.

但是 "But at least you have to fill your belly first, don't you?" Maca said, choosing an empty plate at the table and getting some vegetable salad or something in it.

"What else happened yesterday?" He asked casually while sandwiching food between meals.