Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

To be honest, today's weather is really good. The midday sun is projected straight from the center of the sky, and the windows on the back wall of the auditorium are bright and transparent.

The leaves outside the window are lush, reflecting the dazzling Jinhui in the sunlight, and the mottled tree shadows are projected obliquely on the stage behind the guest table, covering the people on the stage in a layer of scattered light and shadow.

Just as the outdoors was bright and quiet, the auditorium at the moment was noisy.

The guests in the hall sat on four long tables under the stage, talking softly to each other.

If you want to talk about origin, these guests can be roughly divided into two factions: one faction is mostly pure blood family, and the other faction is mostly mixed blood or Muggle origin;

If divided by power, they can be roughly divided into three factions: one faction stands on the side of the anti-black wizard with the same position as Dumbledore, and one faction is drawn to Voldemort secretly, but the largest number is the wisely neutral faction.

It can be said that no matter which faction can be attended today at this private lunch hosted by Dumbledore, the shaman is well-known in the entire magic world.

Among them are officials in the Ministry of Magic, businessmen who have a great influence on the economic flow of the magic world, and scholars who have achieved achievements in various fields ...

These people, no matter how deep they are, are all wizards who have been involved with Dumbledore.

At this time Dumbledore was standing on the stage behind the main guests, greeting these "friends" who were familiar or unfamiliar before the luncheon.

Although Dumbledore is now talking about some irritating remarks, the wizards in the field are not in the least anxious and dissatisfied, because they all understand that it is impossible for the greatest white wizard in the world to hold this for nothing. Luncheon.

They don't need to worry, let them know, Dumbledore will say sooner or later.

"... Some things are quite lively these days, such as the previous" Personal Audiovisual Conference ". In fact, I didn't have time to experience it that day, but I'm really sorry! I heard ..."

Sitting at the far right of the guest's table, Maca held his back and calmly scanned the scene under the field. The meanings in the sights passing by him from time to time were almost intricate.

The person sitting with him on the main guest table, the youngest one is already mottled with privacy, and he is undoubtedly the most eye-catching one in the audience.

But if he had to say it, in fact, the wizard sitting next to Maca had attracted a lot of attention.

The wizard looked tall and thin, with short white hair, a thinly curled goatee on his thin chin, and there seemed to be some disturbed restlessness in his sharp eyes.

"Karkalov, I didn't expect that you really dare to come over." Maca said quietly to the "acquaintance" around him while watching the guests off the court calmly.

After leaving France that day, Maca went straight to Demstrom, in order to persuade Carkalov to accomplish a major task for him in his new identity.

Although he was ready to accept Karkaroff's escape from fear of Voldemort, it was clear that under his guidance, Karkaroff had not chosen the obvious idea this time.

"McLean!" Kakalov gritted his teeth, "don't forget that you promised me!"

Maca shook her head with a slight smile, and said with certainty: "Don't you think that the choice I made for you is actually good?"

"Huh!" Karkaroff snorted, and then slightly tilted his head to stop talking to him.

"... So, it's my honor to come to this lunch today! Well, I believe everyone is hungry ..."

On the stage, Dumbledore ended his casual chat. He took out his wand and waved it gently, and the long table under the table was immediately filled with countless gourmet dishes.

"Today's lunch officially begins. Please relax and enjoy your meal!"

After all, Dumbledore returned to the seat in the middle of the guest table with a relaxed pace. After greeting each of the wizards cordially, he raised his glass and gestured to the audience.

Maca followed and raised the glass, then took a small sip with a smile.

The dishes at the luncheon were naturally rich and luxurious. Under this occasion, Dumbledore did not save money. But of course, everyone's attention will never be on those delicate and delicious food.

While the wizards maintained proper dining etiquette, they seemed to talk casually with others in the nearby seats. The collision of wine glasses and wine glasses and the lowered voice were intertwined, and it was not too much for any high-level banquet Big difference.

As the meal time passed, everyone gradually put down the tableware and entered the communication after the meal.

At any time, the main role of this type of banquet is to provide a reasonable place for "communication"-almost no one really comes to fill their stomachs.

Just then, Dumbledore suddenly stood up and looked at all the guests with a smile.

"I don't know if everyone is satisfied with today's meal, at least I personally think it's not bad, right?"

When Dumbledore spoke, everyone stopped talking to each other, because they all knew that the topic of today's luncheon was finally about to begin.

"Although this is just a private banquet held in my personal name, the purpose is nothing more than to give everyone a chance to get together, but there are still a few more important things that will be announced here today-"

Dumbledore was talking and suddenly left his seat and walked to the stage behind him.

"First is the first thing ..." He stood on the stage, then suddenly reached out and gestured to the right of the guest table. "Let me introduce to you, this is the one who studied at our school and then turned Mr. Maca McLean, the young wizard from Durmstrand School of Magic! "

Marka stood up and nodded slightly to the wizards on the guest's table, and then saluted all the wizards slightly.

When everyone was confused about Dumbledore's introduction, they listened to him again.

"Yes, in recent years, Mr. McLean has shown his reputation in the magic world ... whether it is Azkaban, who has been unjustly jailed, or the jailbreak assaulting the Quidditch World Cup finals, or even the recent personal audiovisual conference hosted by him, All are extraordinary and compelling. "

"But what I want to say is that when he was still studying at Hogwarts, his intelligence and his growth had already surprised me."

"Unfortunately, because of some--" Dumbledore paused deliberately, and continued, "... for some reason, Mr. McLean left Hogwarts and transferred to Durmstrand to study-- This is indeed a big regret for our school. "

"So today, I hope to reissue two awards for Mr. McLean under the testimony of everyone!" Speaking here, Dumbledore spoke, "Mr. McLean, please come on stage!"

Macallo glanced around at the wizards off the field, then left the seat, walked smoothly to the center of the stage, and stood with Dumbledore.

"For fellow students, respect for professors, adherence to etiquette, and good conduct, on behalf of Hogwarts School of Magic, I confer you the‘ Excellent Moral Medal ’!”

There was an understatement of applause, and obviously everyone didn't have much interest in this kind of medal.

Maca took the medal from Dumbledore, and after bowing a little thank you, he dropped it on his chest.

Then Dumbledore continued to speak again.

"For the first year, expel Voldemort, who is attached to our school's black magic defense class-Quirinas Chilo-"

There was a buzzing noise immediately after the court.

"For the second grade, he assisted Professor Gidro Lockhart in destroying Voldemort's remnants, slaying Basilisks, and closing the Slytherin Chamber—"

The noise under the court gradually increased, and everyone exchanged their views in low voices ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The expressions on the faces were different.

"On behalf of the Hogwarts School of Magic, I confer you the 'Special Contribution to the School'. Thank you for protecting all teachers and students. Thank you for protecting Hogwarts!"

Maca took another trophy and bowed to Dumbledore for thanks.

However, before that, there was perfunctory applause, but only buzzing murmurs were left in the field.

The presence of all the wizards with identity, status, and culture, they would not mess up when they heard the word "Voldemort" like ordinary wizards.

But at this moment, they obviously can no longer maintain a smooth mentality.

However, Dumbledore did not seem to want to let them go. He raised his voice and said, "The second thing today is to ask Babajid Akinbad, the director of the International Wizarding Federation's Review Division. Come on! "

As the wizards' eyes moved, an old African black wizard came out of the crowd and walked to Maca's side in a steady step.

He and Dumbledore nodded to each other, and then Dumbledore reached out and motioned for Akinbad to make the next announcement.

Akinbad coughed, and then raised his voice: "Investigate to take the initiative to jail Azkaban and undercover Voldemort; in order to fight back the returned Voldemort with Gidro Lockhart, let the presence Witches are protected from calamity, and the International Federation of Witchers solemnly decided to grant Sir Marka McLean the Merlin II Order! "

It was a purple-gold shield-shaped medal. The Merlin wizard hat and two crossed wands were extremely delicate, and there were two glittering silver stars on the top, still striking in the sun.

Between the halo, the medal seemed to flash a bright light, making it seem more mysterious.