Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, dear, I really have to hurry," Mrs. Weasley whispered distractedly. "Here ..."

They reached the second floor of the stairs.

"The second door on the right-hand side will be opened and I will call you."

After that, she hurried down again.

Harry walked across the bright and smooth staircase, put his hand on the bedroom door handle in the shape of a snake head, and was about to turn and pull the door hinge.

"Click"

Harry could not help but hesitated. It was undoubtedly the sound of opening the door, but he hadn't turned the door handle yet?

No, the sound came from the left.

Harry turned his head subconsciously, but saw that a door closed again with a "click". One second before the door was stitched together, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

"what!"

The whitewashed t-shirts and jeans, and the long hair of a shawl, although not **** this time, look at the rich and pure black, but at this moment is particularly familiar.

It was the cowardly woman who came to him for directions!

"Why is she here?" Harry muttered doubtfully.

Although he is very curious about the reason now, and even feels itchy in his heart, this is pure curiosity, but it seems that it is not a good time to ask rashly.

Now that the other party is here, it looks like he's staying, so look for a chance to ask about it in the future.

Thinking of this, Harry shook his head and opened the bedroom door in front of him.

He had only a quick glance at the room illuminated by the magic lamp, the high ceiling, and the twin beds lying side by side.

The next moment, Harry heard a shrill squeak, but a sharper scream, and a lot of furry and messy hair appeared in his sight.

Hermione rushed up to him, scaring him back a few steps, and Ron's little owl piglet was flying excitedly around them overhead.

"Harry! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you come in!"

"Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Are you angry with us? I'm definitely angry ... I know our letters are useless nonsense ..."

"But ah! But! We can't tell you anything, they want us to swear nothing ... oh! We have too many things to tell you, and you have so many things to tell us"

"Dementors! We heard! You met Dementors on the street ... That was terrible. Fortunately, Maca sent Kingsley to protect you secretly ... oops ... and today, they received By the news, there was another Dementor ... "

"Let him gasp, Hermione." Ron said, smiling and closing the door behind Harry.

Recently, Ron's figure seemed to be moving very fast. During the time they were separated, he seemed to grow a few inches taller, which made him look thinner and more awkward than before.

But the long nose, the fiery red hair, and the freckles on that face were still the same as before.

Although Hermione was interrupted by Ron, she still looked happy.

But before she said anything, she heard a slight whisper, a white thing flying over the top of the black wardrobe and landing lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

Harry stroked the snow-white owl's feathers, its mouth making a clicking sound, and he pecked Harry's ears lovingly.

"It's been irritable," Ron said, "when it came to your last two letters, it almost pecked us half dead, look at this."

He raised the index finger of his right hand to show Harry that there was a wound that was about to heal, but apparently deep.

"Oh," Harry said shamefully, "I'm really sorry, but I want to get a reply, you know"

To be honest, his mood is actually much better now.

If it had been a few days ago, Mrs. Weasley would have argued a little more when Mrs. Weasley had to push him up. Although he was not comfortable just now, he didn't say much.

Because even Maca tried to speak for him, but after the previous encounter with the five dementors, he once again understood his lack of strength.

Maca can cast magic outside without hesitation, because he has enough skills to release the guardian spell even without using a wand.

This gap is no longer enough for Harry to be unwilling. Apart from being motivated, there are no other unnecessary feelings.

In fact, Hermione and Ron have been more stimulated recently than Harry's wake.

You know, Maca is the only conductor in this Order of the Phoenix! And what was it that he could send so many adult wizards into action?

What he depends on is not only magic power, but also his wisdom and leadership.

Recently, most of Maca's command operations did not hide Hermione and Ron, and in such a tight task schedule, he even had more than enough to explain to Hermione and Ron the purpose of some tasks.

Not to mention Ron, at least in the process, Hermione has really gained a lot.

However, there was one thing that made Hermione very dissatisfied with the courage she had come to make a declaration of love the last time, but Maca rejected it decisively the second time she met.

Although she refused very simply, she felt quite depressed! But she thought about it carefully. If Maca didn't say anything, she would be even more anxious?

Of course, does this want to make Miss Ben retreat? I'm Hermione Jan Granger, not a girl who will shrink so easily!

"Hermione ... Hermione?"

"what?"

She slammed back, only to find Harry staring at her anxiously!

"Oh, I'm fine! It's fine," Hermione said slightly embarrassingly. "Where did you just say?"

Of course, she wouldn't tell Ron if she confessed to Maca a strong confession. Even if it was actually inspired by Ron, it was a bit shy to tell her.

At this point, Ron didn't care much. He took Harry's words and continued talking.

"... Actually we want to give you a reply, buddy," said Ron. "Hermione was terribly worried ... she kept saying, if you've been stuck there, you won't get any news, you must What stupid things will happen. But they force us ... "

"Swear not to tell me," Harry shrugged. "Yeah, Hermione already said that."

In the final analysis, it was a bit unhappy to be left alone.

For a moment of dull silence, Harry stroked Hedwig lightly, and fell into deep thought.

"They seem to think this is the best way to do it," Hermione seemed unhappy to see her good friend and couldn't help explaining again. "I mean Ron's parents."

Ron nodded helplessly, and to be honest, he was a little suspicious of who was the Weasley's child. The Weasleys seemed to have overprotected Harry.

"Yeah ..." Harry noticed that Hermione was still scarred by Hedwig's hand, and apologized again, "Forget it! It's okay, I was just a little ..."

But as he was talking, he suddenly frowned again, seeming to think of something frowning.

"Wait!" Harry said suddenly. "Hermione, did you just say ... Maca sent someone to protect me secretly?"

"Yeah! His name is Kingsley, a dark-skinned Auror. I heard that he is still an elite!" Hermione nodded. "At first Sirius wanted to arrange another person to go, but Maca will The candidate was replaced by him. "

"No wonder that day ..."

Harry immediately recalled the first encounter with a dementor.

Although the Dementor didn't really appear that night, he actually noticed a familiar warmth. It must be the guardian curse released by Kingsley!

"So, why do they have to keep me in the dark?" Harry shrugged off the dissatisfaction that was followed ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and wondered, "You ... uh ... have you asked them? "

As soon as he looked up, he just glanced at the two of them exchanging a look, which seemed a little vague, but it made him even more confused.

In the end, they nodded, and then Hermione spoke.

"It's the decision under Maca, he ..." Hermione hesitated, "He said,‘ Harry is not in a good shape right now. He needs to get rid of the shadows in the top three, or he wo n’t be fit to participate. '

"... in the top three ... the shadow ..."

Harry understood the meaning of Maca at once.

Yes, he understands! And unfortunately, he has not been able to escape from it so far.

In the incident that caused Luna to be seriously injured, Harry always condemned himself deep down. He couldn't do nothing!

If the Gryffindor sword was now stuck on the floor in front of him, he would even escape from this bedroom immediately, without hesitation.

The Gryffindor sword cannot be picked up by anyone, but he can use it to slay the fire dragon, but now he has no courage to look at it.

A Gryffindor who has lost courage, or a Gryffindor?

"Maca is right ..." Harry couldn't help feeling downcast. "I'm not as smart as Hermione. If it comes in handy, I can only rely on magic and Gryffindor swords ... but now ..."

"Don't say that," Ron scratched his head. With a complex face, "At least you are better than me ... I am the one who should work hard ..."

"No!" Harry blinked, pondering carefully, "You play chess much better than me!"

"Hey! Don't comfort me!" Ron sighed, covering her face, "What's so great about playing chess? Can I still kill mysterious people with chess pieces!"