Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Christmas was only mentioned with Harry and Ron last night, and early this morning, the outside fluttered with snow.

The first snow this year seemed to be a bit late, but it may be because of the long-term accumulation that made this snow look amazing.

Only in the morning, the little wizards were up to bed, and the thick snow had accumulated on the lawn outside. And it looks like it won't stop for a while.

Standing by the window and looking out, it was all white, and I really couldn't see how far.

The spider corpses that almost covered the school yard yesterday have now been cleaned up.

Believe me, Professor McGonagall will not delay the cleanup for too long, because those valuable materials will become Hogwarts' extra funds for activities.

Maca thought that was also good, he only hoped that Professor McGonagall would remember that only the venom needed to be collected as soon as possible. Because if you don't care about it after death, they will soon dry up on their own.

When Maca stretched her waist and planned to check the timetable and perform her duties as a professor, she found that someone was coming to him in the corridor outside the door.

There must be a lot of people coming to the floor where his office is located, because going out of here to turn around is the library. However, there would never be more people passing in front of his office.

"... It seems that I am destined to not be a good teacher." While knocking at the door, Maca shrugged and whispered softly to herself.

"Come in!"

After he answered, the door of the office opened quietly with a wave of his hand, and then Professor McGonagall entered the corridor outside.

"McLean, I think you should clean up your office." She glanced around and found that she couldn't even find the location of Maca, and she couldn't help but remind her.

"Oh-of course, I will." Maca bypassed the data pile from behind her desk and came to Professor McGonagall. "Sorry, I'm going to teach them today! Well, yes, it is such."

"No, no need—"

Professor McGonagatte pursed his lips, posing a "don't expect you" look.

"There is something else that needs your help today ..." The acting principal, who has always been serious, hasn't changed much today. "Although maybe earlier, but now that the Ministry of Magic's documents have come down, we should prepare early ... ... "

"... The appointment of Professor Dolores Umbridge will end this academic year, and we need to prepare for the next semester, I believe you understand."

Umbridge was withdrawn, and Maca naturally expected it. It might as well be said that he controlled Umbridge with the soul-catch spell was the only incentive for this.

"Ask a new professor of defense against dark magic?" Macallo said with surprise, "It's a little early, isn't it?"

"No, it's time to get ready," Professor McGonagall sighed slightly. "It's not easy to find a wizard who is both capable and willing to take up this position! Albus before ... 唉Albus has a wide network of contacts, and he can always find the right person quickly, but I don't know so many great people. "

"Really?" Marka said puzzledly. "Is it soon to have Professor Snape in this position? I remember that he has been thinking about this course forever!"

"Severus is best at potion," Professor McGonagall shook his head. "This year, I want to find a potion master to be our professor of potion class, which is better than finding a new dark magic defense class professor. It will be difficult. "

"Well ... I remember that Professor Slughorn, who previously worked at Hogwarts, wasn't also a very good potionist?" Marka thought for a moment.

"Oh—don't mention him!" Professor McGonagall rejected the stubborn idea. "Since Voldemort was in power, he immediately made excuses to resign. At that time, Albus went to persuade him personally, but that was not the case. Useless!"

"... Is that so?" Marka nodded thoughtfully.

Did Dumbledore's early death make "Holas Slughorn", a very important figure, also unable to appear?

No, maybe getting Slughorn back to Hogwarts is not that difficult!

"Professor," Marka thought for a while, "Do you know where he lives? Maybe I can visit him ... In fact, if you come to me this time, you are asking me if there is anything good about me Candidate's words ... I can only say, sorry. "

"Hmm ..." Professor McGonagall groaned for a moment before he sighed. "Okay! If you want to learn about potions, Slughorn is indeed a candidate no less good than Severus-now Should also live in Devon, Badlay Barberton Village ... "

She reluctantly informed Maca of the specific location, then shook her head again, and seemed not optimistic about Maca's trip.

As a former colleague, she knows exactly what Slughorn is ... well, how to "smooth the air" and admire vanity old man.

Of course, not to mention his slightly frivolous behavior when he was young, as he gets older, his attention will basically shift to creating an excellent communication circle.

Although it is a teacher's self-confidence to "hook the achievements of his students from time to time and show them to others", if the show goes too far, the nature will change a little.

"... Anyway, come back as soon as possible without any hope!" Professor McGonagall finally said, "You still have classes in the afternoon! Don't forget your duty as a teacher!"

After Maca nodded again and again, she turned away and left arrogantly.

"I remember that old professor seemed to be a very interesting guy," Maca thought as she packed her things, and set out to visit each other immediately. "With him, Hogwarts should be able to It's more lively. "

...

The time is actually quite early, and the snow has not stopped for a long time, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the road.

Maca walked on a straight and narrow street, with the houses on both sides neatly arranged, and could not see clearly in the snow curtain.

In the distance, the outline of a towering building can be seen faintly, and it should look like a church with a bell tower. It's just that the vision is a bit vague, and people can't tell whether their guess is right.

Maca passed by a tavern that had been closed and closed. There were still a few shallow footprints in front of the tavern that had not been covered by snow. It stretched forward, as if there were still people out here.

After looking around for a while, Maca turned the street corner in front, passed a telephone booth and a bus station, and then found herself in another residential area.

When he went on for a while, he didn't take long to stop at the iron gate of a snow-covered garden. In this garden, a neat and bright house stands in the center.

Maca glanced at the iron gate, and found that Slughorn didn't seem to have the habit of locking the courtyard door, so he "squeaked" and pushed the iron gate into it.

The lawn in the front yard garden is covered with snow, making people a little confused about where the road is and where the grass is. He came here today to invite others, and he must not have stomped on the lawn of others, didn't he?

After looking left and right, Maca waved his hand, a whirlwind swept up immediately, and piled the snow from the front garden along the road outside the garden.

After the front yard was cleaned, he went straight down the gate along the path seen in the garden.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk Tuk ..."

Maca stood in front of the door. No one answered the first time, but when he knocked on the door a second time, his face was a little funny.

He did sense that there was someone in the room, but the other party didn't seem to want to open the door to welcome his temporary visit. And more than that, the most interesting thing is ...

At the foot of Maca's foot, he moved across the garden unusually quickly, bypassed the side of the house, and reached the back door of the house. The moment he halted in front of the back door, the door was hurriedly opened from the inside.

"The anti-phantom spell is basically meaningless if it is not permanent; but if it is permanent, sometimes it is not so convenient!" He looked at the bald fat old man who appeared at the door, smiling. "... I'm right, Mr. Slughorn?"

"... That's right!" Muttered the fat old man.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn," Marka said formally, politely, "I am currently a professor of ancient runes at Hogwarts-"

"——Maca McLean." Slughorn took his word. "Yes, I know you! Or, if you are a potion in the English magic world, who would not know you?" The youngest genius pharmacist in history? "

"Oh—overwhelmed ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maka is humble and authentic," In the face of a potion master like you, my achievement is not worth mentioning at all-you have taught a lot of elite wizards !! "

"Well haha ​​... You know this too? It seems that although I have been living in seclusion for a long time, my fame is still widely spread in the British magic world!"

Are you still "seclusion"?

When Voldemort's debacle came to an end, the fat old man immediately wandered away in the magic world again. Apart from always refusing to return to Hogwarts, what else has been done?

Not to mention participating in a variety of political and economic activities, even private banquets hosted by various celebrities have never been to, and have been working tirelessly to expand their "excellent" social circle.

"Of course, of course!" Maca said with a smile, "It is because your reputation is widely circulated in the world that I took the initiative to invite you to visit you! You know, as a junior who loves potions, yes You have long admired— "

"... I wonder if I'm lucky to be able to come to your house to tell a story?" He gestured towards the back door and smiled calmly.