Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "Teacher, I am Marka McLean as a student who accepts your magical heritage, and this Mr. Riddle will give it to me!"

To be honest, not many people heard the sentence that night, but this kind of thing is particularly unbelievable under word of mouth.

In short, it was Maca and his teacher Gidro Lockhart who drove Voldemort away, but this was a reality in full view and a fact without doubt.

That night, the most impressive thing was the sudden appearance of Maca. Almost everyone fixed the memory picture on the ice-column light beam that broke down.

As for what happened after that, it was secondary.

There is only one thing people need to understand, and that is-after Dumbledore, everyone has a new reliance, his name is Gidro Lockhart!

You ask how strong he is? joke! The students he taught are so strong, he must be stronger!

Public opinion is always blind, but it is also full of power.

This time, Mr. Lovegood's editor-in-chief "Singing Contradictions" published this event earlier than "The Daily Prophet." In conjunction with Maca's publicity for the audiovisual conference, Mr. Lovegood is really good Makes a lot of money.

Although it was inseparable from Maca's prior reminder, Mr. Kolovgood's trust also brought him a lot of "encouragement".

Voldemort retreated strategically this time, but when he will return next time is still an unknown question.

However, although Voldemort, who has been frustrated twice in a row, seems to be quite quiet, but the big things are not happening, the small things are still going on. The Order of the Phoenix has taken more actions recently than before.

The overall state of affairs, in fact, will not be better because of the morale surge this time. After all, the root cause has not been removed, and even if it appears to have temporarily stabilized, it should be faced in the end.

Fortunately, because of Maca's audio-visual conference plan, a large number of black wizards and Death Eaters have been re-arrested, and the bad effects of prison escapes have been reduced a lot.

"It's really, it's getting hotter!"

Maca lowered her quill and sighed, took the white pill bottle on the table and poured two drops under her feet. Suddenly a faint chill rose, and a coolness spread all over the body.

"Oh-shutan!"

...

The hottest day since summer is finally coming to an end.

After that night, Harry returned to Dursley's house and lived the usual boring Muggle life. The scope of his activities remains the same. In addition to his room, in fact, there are only the clumps of hydrangeas outside the window.

What he saw and heard that night had a great impact on Harry. No, it can be said that it had a huge impact on everyone, and Hermione and Ron were shocked.

But at least, they don't worry about their foreheads, do they?

"Thank goodness, the kid didn't even come to probe the head ... uh, where did he go?"

In the room, Uncle Vernon Dursley suddenly spoke, and Harry lay lazily under the bushes, listening dullly.

"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia indifferently. "Anyway, I'm not home."

This caused Uncle Vernon to mutter in dissatisfaction.

"The kid actually likes to watch the news!" He said harshly. "I want to know what he intends to do. A normal kid, who cares about the news! Dudley knows nothing about current affairs, and I doubt he even No one knows the Prime Minister! Hell, there can't be any news about them in our news-- "

"Vernon, shh!" Said Aunt Petunia, "the windows are open!"

"Oh! Yes ... sorry, dear."

The Dursleys finally stopped talking.

While listening to a short commercial about nutritious breakfast with fruit and wheat bran, Harry was looking at Mrs. Feig, an odd-tempered old lady with many cats living on the Wisteria Road not far from here.

She was walking slowly, frowning, talking in her mouth.

Harry wished he was hiding behind the bushes, because Mrs. Figue had recently encountered Harry on the street and had to invite him over for tea.

Not long after, she turned around and disappeared.

At this time, Uncle Vernon's voice floated out of the window again: "Little Dudley went out for tea?"

"Go to the Podges house," said Aunt Petunia kindly, "he has made so many children, and everyone loves him so much!"

Harry desperately controlled himself so he couldn't hum his nose.

The couple were really stupid in treating their baby son Dudley. Dudley made up stupid lies every summer, saying that he went to some of his fox friends and dog friends to drink tea, and they believed it!

Harry knew very well that Dudley didn't go anywhere to drink tea. He and his buddies destroyed public property every night in the playground, smoked on street corners, and threw stones at passing cars and children.

Harry had seen these acts of them while walking in Xiaohuijin District at night.

He spent most of this summer vacation wandering the streets, picking up newspapers from trash cans and reading them along the way—to be honest, this is much more comfortable than always staying at Dursley's.

The start song of the seven o'clock news reached Harry's ear, and he quickly raised his ears, sounding with a little nervous sideways tilt.

"... The Spanish baggage striker enters its second week, and a large number of holidaymakers are stranded at the airport ..."

"If I were, let them enjoy a nap for life." As soon as the newscaster's words fell, Uncle Vernon roared fiercely, but that's okay, a stone in Harry's heart outside the flowerbed had fallen to the ground.

If something really happens, it must be the headlines that death and disaster are far more important than vacationers stranded at the airport.

He took a long sigh of relief, looking up at the clear blue sky.

This is almost every day this summer: nervous, expectant, relieved for a while, and then the string tightens a little bit.

And one question is increasingly urgent: why hasn't anything happened yet?

He continued to listen, in case there were some humble clues, the Muggles hadn't figured out what was going on--such as someone missing for an unknown reason, or a strange accident.

But the news of the luggage porter's strike was followed by the drought in the southeast, and then a helicopter almost crashed in the fields of Surrey, followed by a famous actress divorced her famous husband.

The Dursleys' voicing was as fierce and stupid as ever. In contrast, the straightforward news broadcasts gave Harry more peace of mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as the sunset sky became a bit dazzling.

"Finally, the budgie Buggy found a new way to stay cool this summer! It lives in Bunge, Barnesley's five feather streets, and learned to ski with a water ski! Mary Dorkin reports for you . "

Voldemort has indeed returned, and he even saw it in person at the audio-visual conference! However, nothing bad happened in the Muggle world.

Did it really happen? Or is it ... In fact, what happened was just covered by the British Ministry of Magic?

Now that the parrot water ski has been mentioned, it seems that there will be no more news worth listening to. He rolled over cautiously, using his knees and elbows to get up, preparing his hands and feet and crawling away from the window.

However, he dared to say that he had just climbed two inches!

But with such a distance of two inches, several things happened one after another.

I only heard a loud, echoing burst, like a gunshot, that cut through the lethargic silence; a cat poke out from under a parked car and disappeared; Dursley There was a scream, a curse, and the sound of broken porcelain in the living room.

Harry seemed to have been waiting for the signal. He stood up sharply, and at the same time pulled a thin wooden wand out of his jeans pocket like a sword. But before he stood upright, his head hit On the open window of the Dursleys. With a bang, Aunt Petunia cried even louder.

Harry was so painful that his head was split in half, and tears were in his eyes.

He shook his body and looked at the street, trying to make the blurred vision clear, so as to understand where the sound just came from.

But when he barely stood upright, two large fuchsia hands protruded from the open window, holding his throat tightly.

"Take it-put away-that stick!" Uncle Vernon yelled in Harry's ears. "Hurry up! Don't let-people-see it!"

"Let's ... get away ... me!" Harry gasped.

They scuffled for a few seconds. Ha used his left hand to punch his uncle's thick fingers like sausage, and his right hand held the raised wand firmly.

Then, Harry had a terrible pain in the top of his head.

Uncle Vernon yelled, as if being shocked, and released Harry. It seemed that an invisible force surged inside his nephew, preventing him from catching him.

Harry fell pantingly in the hydrangea, then straightened up and looked around.

He couldn't see where the explosion came from ~ www.ltnovel.com ~, but several faces were found in the various windows around him. Harry hurriedly stuffed his wand into his jeans, pretending that nothing had happened.

"What a glamorous night!" Uncle Vernon waved at the wife who was living opposite, staring out from behind the mesh curtains, and said loudly, "Have you heard the sound of the car going back? Scared me and Penny A big jump! "

The ugly, lunatic weird laughter piled on his face until the curious neighbors disappeared from their various windows.

His smile suddenly turned into a rampant anger, and he motioned for Harry to return to him.

Harry moved forward a few steps, stopping carefully in time to prevent Uncle Vernon's outstretched hands from choking his throat.

"What the **** are you doing, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked with a deep, trembling voice.

"Uh ... excuse me, excuse me ... do you know how Hogwarts goes?" Suddenly, a soft, timid voice sounded from behind Harry, "... I seem to ... …be lost."