Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() That night, after Maca named and praised some of the students with good reaction ability, the real training officially started.

Until the end of the self-study time before the lights were turned off, Maca's endless test of responsiveness tormented the little wizards. In addition, there are homework assignments waiting for everyone to complete.

Early the next morning, almost all members of the party appeared dark circles.

"I know it's really hard. If anyone can't hold on and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That's it!

During the hellish training process, whenever someone showed fatigue, Maca would always say this seemingly gentle thought.

Which one is present who is not a minor? The little wizards who can take the initiative to participate have a lot of energy in their hearts! Especially there are several bags of dog food in it ... ah no, there are several couples. In front of the person you like, how can you say anything discouraged? It's too late to be competitive!

So this was the most difficult first adaptive training, and eventually none of them gave up, and the whole team persisted. Even Zacharias Smith, who likes to complain the most, stayed up to the last minute.

Overall, Maca is quite satisfied. After all, as the first training session, he did not make too many discounts on the training intensity. He persisted to the end, and all depended on perseverance to support him. Even if one or two of these students do have unpleasant personalities, it should be a merit, but Maca does not blindly deny it because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today ..."

Maca opened the curtains behind her and glanced outside, then Shi Ran sat on the chair and opened the book to continue his research.

He must master these contents as soon as possible, but there are many things to be busy!

And at about the same time, Harry had just woke up from his sleep.

Last night's training made him tired too much. After returning, he was still busy working on a lot of homework until midnight. As a result, he was desperately writing his homework.

"Ah! I can't finish it! Snape will be penalized again ..." Harry sat up sharply, thinking for a moment with a blink of his eyes, "Oh ... it was a dream!"

He plopped back on the bed, and yanked the quilt vigorously.

The bed across was still empty, and Ron apparently hadn't returned from the ward. He is usually used to the presence of Ron, but he has seen less now, and he really feels a little accustomed to it.

Lying on the bed for a while, Harry stared at the ray of sunlight coming through the window and passing through the bed mantle, the fine dust flying and spinning in the beam of light, flashing a bit of gold.

Today is Saturday and it feels like I can rest a little bit.

Of course, it's just a breath, after all, even if there is no other unexpected situation to trouble up, .Ls exam. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Maybe it is because the daily life in these years is too chaotic, and bad events happen one after another, as if there is never an end.

If you have to describe it, this is like an endless battle for the top three, and every day will be a new challenge.

There was still silence, everyone was still asleep. If it hadn't been for the inexplicable dream of rushing to do his homework, he must be the same now?

The spot of sunlight in front of me was still low, and it wasn't long before the genius just turned on. A faint murmur of the bird in the distance can be faintly heard. In addition, only the slow and even breathing sound of the students is left.

Harry sat up again, and he opened the curtains by the bed, and put on his clothes one by one. Then he opened the schoolbag, took out some parchment paper, quill pen and ink bottle, took them out of the dormitory, and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge was long gone, and it was much colder than in the bedroom. Harry couldn't help fighting a shiver, and he immediately threw a little dry wood into the fireplace.

"Flaming."

He pulled out his wand and pointed at the firewood. A thick flame immediately ignited the wood, giving off fascinating heat.

After a little bit of fire, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace. The soft cushions were quite comfortable.

As he flattened the parchment on the round table, he wondered what to write.

When he learned from Sir Maca where Sirius was, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather. Although he can still say something to Ron, what he really needs is not someone to accompany him to be distressed, but when he is troubled, someone who can comfort him.

In other words, a person like a father.

Harry thought about it, unscrewing the lid of the ink bottle, and dipping the tip of the quill with some ink. But after that, his pen tip just hung an inch above the slightly yellowed parchment, and he couldn't write for a long time.

After a short while, he finally realized that he seemed to be staring at the flames in the fireplace, and didn't know what to write.

Of course, a lot of things happened, just pick a few to write this parchment. But what things to choose, tell Sirius, but he didn't have a good idea in his heart.

Writing letters during this period is very difficult. He must find a way to change the content he wants to convey in the past so that he can safely send it out, because no one knows whether the letter will be snatched by someone who should not see it, just like Hyde Wei was the same as when she was injured.

Harry did it there for a while, and then finally sorted out what he thought. He dipped it in the ink bottle again, and then stumbled down on the parchment.

In the letter, he kept mentioning his "Dark Magic Defense Class" because he thought about it, and it was the thing that disturbed him most.

The big spiders were naturally scary, but that was a thing of the past, and he picked up the Gryffindor sword again.

Well, although I don't feel very good this time, I haven't exerted any special power. But at least he didn't fall into the madness that scared him once again, which was a good start.

The most disturbing thing about him now is the training last night.

During the training, he clearly felt his deficiency. Or, in fact, he is no different from everyone, the same exhausted, the same poor performance.

And the lightning scar on his forehead reminded him all the time, at least to work harder for his parents. Compared with most other classmates, he does have some differences.

That's why he feels uneasy, because his differences are only manifested by a mark left by Voldemort. Besides, he still has nothing, and he clearly tastes his weakness.

Harry read the letter several times from beginning to end, checking if he had written something he shouldn't write. After repeated confirmations, he carefully sealed the parchment, drilled through the portrait hole in the common room, and headed for the owl shed.

Probably there are so many factors to be cautious that the letter is not too long. In contrast, it took him a little too long to complete the letter.

When he stepped out of the gate of the Gryffindor Tower, the sun had covered most of Hogwarts. The sun hangs high in the air, waving a warmth that is quite different from the flames in the fireplace.

The Owl shed is located on the top floor of the West Tower, surrounded by unglazed window holes, and the bright light makes him almost unable to open his eyes.

Looking up, more window holes were neatly arranged around the spire, and beams of light projected in, crisscrossing on the dimly shed roof, hundreds of owls groaned non-stop.

The light this morning seemed to make them feel a little anxious, after all, the owl is a typical nocturnal creature. A closer look also reveals that a few apparently have just returned from their prey, and have a twisting forest rat on their paws.

Harry leaned up his neck and walked back and forth in search of Hedwig. There was a murmur of Kargaz in the straw under his feet, probably all fine bones inside.

"Hey! Hedwig!" He found Hedwig near the top. "Come down! There is a letter for you to send!"

Hedwig whispered, flapping down on the white wings he had just recovered for a few days, and fell to Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"Okay? If it's not all right, I can get the letter from the public owl first ..." Harry stroked her wings, worriedly, and said softly.

"Goo--"

Hedwig shook her head and patted her wings again, signalling that she was okay.

"Okay, then ..." Harry nodded a little hesitantly. "This time it's a bit far away. It's going to be given to Sirius. He's in the US now--"

"Coo ---"

Hedwig pursed the envelope with her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes, indicating that she understood. Immediately afterwards, he spread his wings and flew to an owl stand in the center of the shack, and stopped there.

Suddenly, a soft light flowed around her, enchanting her to support the long-distance flight. Immediately afterwards, she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window hole, and flew towards the clear sky outside.

Harry was watching Hedwig away from the sun, but at this moment ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ A large black bird shaped like an eagle suddenly gliding from the direction of the forbidden forest. After hovering in the air, Falling straight towards him.

He recognized the bird, which was Maca's owl. He heard the name "Malfurion".

While Harry was stunning God, Marfa suddenly turned back again, and the giant wings turned angrily and turned a bend in front of the shack, drawing a black arc and flying to the other side of the castle.

Marfa was flying too fast, and Harry could barely react, only to feel his heart pounding like a drum.

Maca has n’t rode a flying broom for a long time. Harry, who loves Quidditch, is really sorry, he always wanted to have a good match with Maca.

Just now, the beautiful flight of Maca's owl reminded him immediately of Maca's posture of dominating the Quidditch Cup.

"... that black eagle is so beautiful!"

He is remembering it! But he didn't want a sudden sound behind him, which scared him.