Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... I thought you were a wizard who really knew the charm of black magic ... I thought you were a strong follower closest to your master ... but now I understand that you are just another hypocrisy under Dumbledore's men Just a fool! "

"I'm not afraid of your soul magic! Come on! If you can't kill me today, in the future I will let you see what is the real black magic!"

Crotty Jr.'s thinking has been completely eroded by the power of darkness, and it is not only Voldemort's evil thoughts that affect him and corrupt him, but also the negative inducements brought to him by various black magic.

Looking at the desperate and completely crazy little Batty Crouch, Maca shook her head slightly.

In fact, Maca's words were already obvious.

He didn't want the life of Batty at all, because it didn't have much value to him now, but who knows, when this bad temper came up, he didn't even want to compromise and survive,

"That being the case, you still ..."

Maca hadn't finished speaking, but she saw that Barty was suddenly up, holding a strange shaped dagger in his hand and stabbing at him.

"Hahaha ... Come on! Kill me! Kill me!"

Looking at the posture, it seemed that he had to counterattack before dying, forcing Maca to say the second half of the sentence, and she chanted the spell in a reflexive manner.

"……Avada Kedavra."

The infiltrating green light lit silently in the bushes of the forbidden forest, and then quietly extinguished, so little Batty stretched her neck so weakly that she lay on the ground and cut off her breath.

However, Maca found that it was a coincidence that his left hand was awkwardly placed on his neck.

Maca seemed to think about it, and then dragged Barty's left hand. Immediately afterwards, a brass key that had been hung on his neck with a black rope was pulled by Maca from his collar.

The old Batty stood beside the trunk, staring at the key deadly, panting vigorously. His feet were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move half a step at all.

The next moment, the surrounding forest and the son lying on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became dark and dead. In a blink of an eye, he felt his body became lighter, and it was rising quietly with a secret power.

Then, with a tide of suction coming from behind, he turned around and felt the down-to-earth touch again.

The stone basin was still shining in the cabinet in front of him, and Maca was still standing next to him, with one hand resting on his shoulder, which saved him from the possibility of falling due to the unstable center of gravity. .

"... Mr. Crouch ... Mr. Crouch?"

Still immersed in that last moment, the old Batty stood in front of the stone basin blindly, only to feel the call of Maca from far and near, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

"Uh ... thank you ..." Old Barty turned her head and looked at the Maca who was supporting her, still a little confused in her eyes.

When Maca saw Crouch standing still, she stretched out her wand in the meditation basin and stirred again, then proposed the previous flocculent memory, and let it be completely dissipated with a wave.

"... that ... that key?"

Old Barty seemed to understand something, subconsciously put his hand into the pocket of his pants, and snatched out a brass key exactly the same as he had just seen.

It was this brass key that Little Batty personally used to trap his father in the magic box; it was also this key that Sirius was under the help of Maca and took Old Batty from that magic box Rescued.

When Old Barty was rescued by Sirius, he was already in a dehydrated state. If Maca failed to notice the key, Old Barty, who had not been rescued in time, would probably be thirsty in the box.

Even Maca couldn't say for sure whether the last action of Barty was a coincidence.

But now, the facts are not so important anymore.

"... thank you ... yes, thank you ..."

Old Batty's gaze moved from the key to Maca's face, and he thanked him sincerely.

He may be thanking Maca for saving his life indirectly, or he may be thanking Maca for letting him see what he wants to see ...

Maca just nodded, then watched the old Batty talk to Dumbledore and Moody again, and then walked away with his back on his back. It's as if he came here today and just wanted to take a good look at what Maca looked like, and barely said a few words.

"Mr. Crouch has just returned from the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said softly, looking at the principal's re-closed door, "he told me that he had just resigned. Next he plans to adopt one or two. Orphans, and then grow up with them. "

"Single-parent families are not easy." Maca shrugged.

The Mad-Eye glanced at him and said casually: "The Crouch family now has only a population and no money."

"They are not short of money, but we are short of it!" Dumbledore quipped, "Maca, what's going on at the new base? I'm afraid the old house needs more thought and refurbishment?"

...

Early in the morning, the old and the young at Maca were chatting, while Harry was just waking up.

This scarred boy who wore a pair of black-framed glasses from morning to night, and loved to mention the trousers and belts, was suddenly low-key since he almost broke through the irreparable consequences in the second project. .

He feels sorry, really sorry!

Even if he had already been understood by the parties, he could not let go of them. He doesn't know how long this depressed mood will last, maybe a month or two? A year or two?

Still a lifetime?

Maybe time will dilute all of this, right? I'm just not ready yet!

I need to take some time ...

Harry lay on his back, looking at the veil above his head, remembering the years he had come to Hogwarts.

No matter whether he was regarded as a savior or a plague, Harry Potter was always a popular boy. Here, it seems like everyone knows him, and everyone knows the past that he didn't even know about himself.

But the foundation of this popularity is based on the scary name—oh, remember that Maca said, what ’s the name magic?

Ok! All in all, it was Voldemort who knew him!

And the word "Voldemort" always represents cruelty, panic, and death ... the fame associated with such a terrible guy, if he could, Harry Potter really didn't want it!

With a long sigh, Harry rolled over, and when he was done washing in a hurry, he found Ron still asleep in bed!

Recently, Harry actually noticed that Ron and Hermione seemed abnormal. But he was so upset himself! There is really no intention to bother about them.

Is nothing more than a fight? How many times is this?

Just a few days ago, they seemed to be reconciled again ... for nothing else, because when Harry woke up to drink water at night, he could hear Ron's purring again.

Instead of disturbing Ron's sleep, Harry turned away from the bedroom and walked towards the common room outside.

A new day has begun, and he has to prepare for the third event of the top three.

The troubles in his heart can only continue to be buried deep in his heart. He must behave as easily as usual, and Ron and Hermione must not be worried instead.

Ron's exam will end on the third project day. He should have taken the time to review it, but he was very enthusiastic in preparing for Harry and Hermione-although sometimes he would help some.

"Don't worry," when Harry pointed out to him the problem of review and suggested that he and Hermione could practice on their own, Ron said without mind, "At least I can get high in the course of the black magic defense Points ... even Mad-Moody's wouldn't teach so many spells in class! "

"And ..." Ron said, and suddenly tried the obstacle spell on a wasp that was buzzing into the room, causing it to suddenly stop in the air, and then he said excitedly, "... this will be a treat to me later Auror is a great training. "

"You want to be the Auror?" Harry said in surprise.

Ron tilted his head awkwardly. "Just talk about it ... isn't it cool?"

With the passage of time every day, it has already entered June without knowing it, and the atmosphere in the castle has become tense again ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Everyone is looking forward to the third one to be held the week before the holiday. Competitions.

Harry and Hermione practiced the spell as soon as they were free, and it turned out that both of them worked very hard, because they obviously felt the lack of their own strength.

Judging from the first two projects, this third project is definitely a difficult journey.

Professor McGonagall often saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron practicing at school, so she allowed them to use the Metamorphosis classroom during lunch time.

At the same time, the world outside the school is also undergoing earth-shaking changes. The messy information is spread to students' ears through various channels.

As Maca said, Voldemort did show a lot of frequent and trivial small actions, ranging from theft by the roadside to explosions in houses. Various cases are drastically draining the Ministry's security forces.

Hidden in it is the fierce collision between the new Phoenix Society and the old Death Eaters.

Maca is temporarily inconvenient to shoot directly. However, the potions he provided from time to time made him an excellent logistician who all the members of the Order of the Phoenix appreciated.

Sirius now sends owls to Harry every day. Like Ron, he seems to be focused on helping Harry pass the third project before he considers other things.

In each letter, he reminded Harry that you have no responsibility to take care of things outside Hogwarts and you have no ability to influence them.

This morning, when Harry was reading Sirius's letter again, an owl sent Hermione's Daily Prophet as usual as usual.

She opened the newspaper, glanced habitually at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice on the newspaper.