Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Maca coming out of the pig's head bar, Ben is still considering whether to go to Burrow or Lovegood's home. But apparently, he no longer had to worry about it, because his owl, Marfa, had sent him a note.

This is a note signed by Milleva McGonagall, and the content is simple-Mr. Newt Scarmand has just arrived at Hogwarts and wants to meet him immediately.

Judging by the time Maca sent the letter, Mr. Scarmand did not seem to have come directly to Hogwarts after receiving the letter.

"Okay!" He nodded slightly, "I hope that the wording of my letter is indeed euphemistic enough ..."

Maca doesn't know much about this famous magical biologist Newt Scarmand. He only knew that the old gentleman was a full-fledged workaholic and loved the magical animals very, very much.

Only in the magic world, many people seem to think that this outstanding old scholar is not so flattering.

Because from a young age, he has been a solitary lonely person who does not like dealing with people but loves to take care of his amazing animals. As we get older, although it is better than in the past, it seems that it is still not very good at communication.

Leaving aside his academic ability, is it probably a lonely little old man?

While thinking about it, Maca stepped onto the magic book and flew away in the direction of Hogwarts Castle. It was not far from the school, and soon he entered the school from the main entrance.

This Christmas Eve is still in Hogwarts, more professors, they seem to be enjoying the aftertaste of Christmas Eve dinner in the auditorium. As for the students who did not return home, most of them went to Hogsmeade Village after the meal.

When Maca pushed open the brightly lit auditorium door, everyone inside looked at him.

He could see a strange old wizard in plain clothes sitting next to Professor McGonagall. There are not many dinner parties tonight, and eating on a long table will only make people feel empty, so I set up a large round table for dinner.

"You're Mr. Scarmand?" Maca hurried forward, apologizing, "I haven't been able to personally inform you at your home, and please understand ..."

The old gentleman sitting next to Professor McGonagall was a bit thin and didn't look very tall. His white hair curled slightly, seemingly messy. It was just that those eyes did not appear cloudy due to the increase in age, and they were still full of attachments like young people.

Although he is already nearly a hundred years old, look at the look of the spirit, how can he feel a bit old-fashioned?

And not far from his role, an old lady was sitting there. Her expression seemed to be mournful, and a middle-aged man was comforting her softly.

"You're McLean, aren't you?" Apologizing when Maca came, Scarmandley stood up and patted his arm. "That's not your fault. I'm in the state of the British magic world right now. Also clear, I can understand. "

"Thank you," Maca said regretfully. "It's just that I didn't have time to save your loved ones."

Scamander heard the words, but shook his head gently.

"I've been to the United States before I came to Hogwarts. To be honest, the situation was worse than I thought. The US Magic Congress sent Auror to clear the manor and found many suspicious people ... He said, frowning again. "I can see who those people are ..."

"It's the silent one." Marka didn't hide anything, because he remembered that Scarmand knew a lot about the silent one.

"Yeah! The silent one ..." Scarmand repeated the term, "and the markings on their chests are really amazing ... did Greenward appear again? Just after Dumbledore died How long after? "

"Greenward? In the United States?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

"Where the first-generation Dark Lord is still unclear, but the attacks in the United States do have a" merit "in him." Maca nodded, "But it should not be his Main action. "

"McLean, you know?" Professor McGonagall asked quickly.

"Well," Maca nodded again, "I've seen him so many times, but not every time he came face to face-he was very careful. And ... there seemed to be another purpose ..."

"This is really bad news." Mr. Scarmand frowned, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Father, stop talking about those! You should think about Auntie Queenie's mood!" Just then, the middle-aged man accompanying the old lady suddenly raised his head and shouted.

"Oh, sorry--" Mr. Scarmand suddenly realized, and looked slightly sadly at the old lady, "Quinny, you ..."

"It's okay, I'm okay." The old woman's wrinkles were tightened. "Well ... my poor little Zoe ..."

When the old lady spoke, Maca remembered something.

"Ma'am?" He said hesitantly. "Oh no, I mean, old lady ... have we met once at Jackson Trade Plaza?"

"You are ..." The old lady thought about it, and it seemed that her memory was not so clear, and she nodded slightly after a while, "Oh, that child that night?"

In fact, when Maca and her met at night, the old man could see his appearance clearly.

"I'm really sorry, old lady ..." Marka yawned slightly at her. "About Zoe, I used the replay spell on the wand that took her life, and I also used it with Zoe There was a conversation. Although it was only Zoe mimicked by a curse, she was indeed brave, and she did not flinch in the face of her death ... "

"... I wanted to convey some last words for her, but she didn't say anything about herself. At the last moment, she chose to try to tell me some truth instead of hanging around for her own death. . "

Makar paused, repeating again: "She is a brave witch."

"Oh ... Little Zoe ..." The old woman closed her eyes as she listened, as if seeing the scene in her head, a little tear leaked from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"She ... what did she tell you?" Scarmand said sadly. "I think we must know that too, because it's the child's last words, isn't it?"

But Maca shook her head with regret.

"She couldn't say it all," Marca sighed. "The moment the truth was about to blurt out, Greenward's will took over the black wizard's body, dispelling the magic image of the replay. Immediately after that, he blasted the body of the black wizard with his wand. "

"... It's terrible."

McGonagall and the other professors present were frightened, after all, it was Greenward. The series of horrific acts that spread throughout the European magic world were deeply imprinted in the hearts of the old wizards.

As modern wizards fear Voldemort, which old wizards of their generation didn't grow up listening to Greenward's fierce name?

"No wonder, that's the way it is ..." Scarmand said gravely, "I know some people from the Magical Congress of the United States. Before I went there to claim Little Zoe ... hey ... I heard someone talking about it at that time The situation in the manor said that a stone room in the basement was soaked with flesh and blood ... "

"Yeah!" Marka nodded. "I received a warning from Hogwarts at the time. Otherwise, I might just stay there and meet the American Aurors."

He must say so, of course, although he would never stay in the manor anyway. Negotiations with Auror in that situation will certainly take time, and he will not waste energy on things that are meaningless to him.

"Your judgment is right. As is the case now, Hogwarts can't go wrong." Said Mr. Scarmand, looking around the auditorium again, with some nostalgia for authenticity, "this school is for the whole of Britain The magic world ... and even the significance of the entire European magic world. Especially after the teacher leaves, the safety here may even be linked to the safety of the magic world. "

He was also a student of Hogwarts, and he, like Maca, was also a Hitchpatch. When he was studying at school, Dumbledore was only a professor of Hogwarts' metamorphosis.

Coincidentally, he and Maca have one thing in common: they failed to graduate from Hogwarts. But for their young and old, Hogwarts is still their most memorable alma mater.

For students like Marka and Mr. Scarmand, Hogwarts has many, many more. It can be said that www.ltnovel.com ~ the wizards trained in this school are truly all over Europe.

If one day the school falls for any reason, the people and things involved will be unimaginable.

"Child, you've done too much for Hogwarts," Scarmand turned back, and stretched his hands against Maca's shoulder. "I this time, not only for Little Zoe. Since Xiao Zuo Yi can also work for the future of the magic world, and my Newt Scarmand will certainly not fall behind. "

"Father, you are all old--" the middle-aged man, the son of Mr. Scarmand, discouraged.

"So you come?" Scarmand asked as he watched him.

"I--"

"You can't." Mr. Scarmand interrupted without hesitation. "You have a wife and my immature grandson, all you have to do is take care of them-but I can."

He paused, took his spell out of his arms, and looked at it with emotion: "This wand was retained by Professor Dumbledore. Without Professor Dumbledore, I was leaving Hogwar. I wo n’t be able to keep the wand. Without it, where would I be now? Where would you be? ”

In the tense situation at the time, the continent also implemented a magic wand license issuance system. But to put it this way, the British Ministry of Magic's enforcement of this measure is not as strong as that of the US Magic Congress.

Of course, without a permit in hand, it is certain to act the same.

"... After Mr. McLean has described the situation then you can take a rest! Tomorrow you will take your Auntie Queenie home and find a way to contact your cousin and their couple." The old man said with a loud voice, "I'll stay here, I won't go anywhere." Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.