Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"I saw you and Draco off the Knights Bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco. You better be careful, my uncle has come out of the Ministry's dungeon!"

With Maca's hand out, Navito's parchment ball in his palm suddenly leaped, drawing an arc in the classroom, and stopping firmly in front of him. As the crumpled parchment unfolded on its own, these two words quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that Draco and the same rider on the same day were noticed by acquaintances. Also, there was a rush of people in Hogsmeade Village at that time, and Neville vomited and vomited. It was no surprise that someone saw nature.

Although the girl, Pansy Parkinson, is not good enough, her character is also bad at home, she always likes to sneer at the Gryffindor. But the only pure place in her mind was all left to Draco. She saw that Draco had always been extraordinarily silent recently, and the beginning of that day was probably that day, and it was no wonder that she would associate with Neville.

However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be a threat. But this Miss Parkinson never thought that Neville, who had never dared to provoke right and wrong, actually raised her hand directly.

Now that this parchment has fallen into Maca's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting a college point.

"What did it say?"

Slughorn came together curiously, and Maca didn't care, and waved the crumpled paper to the bald old man.

"Miss Parkinson, I think you need to come to my office after lunch," Maca said calmly. "You may be able to talk to me about your uncle."

"No ... I ... I'm bullshit," Parkinson stepped back subconsciously, looking at Maca's eyes as if he were looking at a dementor who was eating and choosing, "I don't know where he is, I……"

"It's class time, just leave it in my office if you have something to say!" Maca waved his hand, then nodded to Slughorn, signalling that he could continue the class.

From the beginning to the end, Maca's performance was quite casual, and he couldn't see the seriousness of the incident just by looking at him. But the little wizard's eyes were not blind, and anyone who glanced over to Pansy Parkinson understood that the content of that note might not be as calm as Maca's face.

Slughorn was similar to Maca. After reading the text on the paper, he did not show his concern about the matter. Unlike Maca, however, his calmness is based on the principle of "not provoking trouble".

In simple terms, this old man is completely "just don't see it".

After returning the piece of paper to Maca, Slughorn cleared his throat, and then began to talk about the course content. Except for Miss Parkinson, other little wizards gradually turned their attention back to Slughorn's easy and pleasant explanation, and unknowingly set aside this episode temporarily.

In the rest of this class, Maca and Slughorn worked together to add a lot of eye-catching knowledge to the textbook, making most students have a considerable degree of improvement in the subject of potion .

In the same way, although Snape is definitely one of the best in potion achievement, his teaching method is too boring. If every lesson is studying according to the blackboard writing on the blackboard, no matter how fine and accurate that blackboard writing is, it will always make people tired.

Listening to the humorous teacher's lectures, time always passes quickly, and the class time is up soon.

This time, the students felt a little bit reluctant, because during the second half of the class, Slughorn told a funny little story about his potion preparation, but unfortunately was interrupted by the magic ringtone.

"Okay, I'll take a moment to finish it in the next lesson," Slughorn said with a smile, "please pack up, the exciting lunch time is about to begin! "

After saying this, he did not leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then picked up the teaching aids on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that the Miss Parkinson was still nervous when she left. Perhaps Maca, who had packed Voldemort and Greenward, was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Maca hadn't planned to get any information from her! But look at her shaking, she really has such a little expectation.

"Mr. McLean, it's a pretty good class, isn't it?" Slughorn had already picked up his objects, and walked towards Maca with great interest.

"Yeah, I think they like you," Maca paused for a moment to think, and responded with a smile. "This listening has also brought me a lot of lecture experience, and I will take them Used in my ancient runes lesson. "

"Hahaha, you are too modest."

Some people can't help holding it better, especially the young wizards like Maca, who are promising, Slughorn's mood is getting better now.

The two old and young loved to compliment blindly, just walked out of the classroom side by side and went along the corridor towards the stairs.

Incidentally, Slughorn did not ask Snape to vacate the professor's office of the potion class, because he felt that the office in the basement was too old and too dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he specifically asked Professor McGonagall to leave him the office of the professor of black magic defense.

Maca didn't know the details of the specific bargaining, but he could guess whatever he wanted. The old man must have included this in the conditions for him to return to Hogwarts.

"... It's really interesting, see you later in the auditorium, we can go to the table and continue talking about this topic."

When the moving staircase moved to a certain position on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were temporarily separated, and then went to his own office.

...

In the UK, whether it's the Muggle world or the magic world, lunchtime is always fleeting. And the "expectant lunch time" that Slughorn said after class was more of a typical English joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after rushing to solve it, they are again engaged in intense work or study. If there is any leisure and mood, tea time is the real enjoyment of the British.

Soon after, Maca resolved his meal, and then, after politely rejecting Slughorn's "entanglement", returned to his office.

The look here is still basically the same, so narrow that people can throw themselves on the pile of paper by throwing their buttocks. Whether sitting or standing, they may not be able to see the McLean behind the desk.

Our Mr. McLean is now drafting a draft, seemingly wondering about a complicated magic problem.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just incidental. He never had to do less, but grew more and more because of constant progress. Knowledge is endless. There are only a few things that can be understood in a lifetime. Waste of time is a waste of life.

But to be honest, sometimes he is actually quite happy to waste his life, especially in the moment when nothing happens.

I saw him think about it, he just threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and turned to the window while holding the just-made Gordian root tea. After he reached out to open the curtains, the bright sun at noon fell on his face, warm and especially warm.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the vestibule garden. Most of them are taking a walk and relaxing during the lunch break, chatting and laughing with each other, but Maca can't help but sigh.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age will run away to the uncle ..." He looked at the young people who were full of vitality, and could not help secretly vigilant ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Aging is usually the age of women Enemy, but if you put it on a man, it is the same.

At this moment, there were three slight knocks outside the office door behind him. Just listening to that sound can tell the cramps inside. Maca, of course, was unmoved--before he knocked on the door, he felt that the wave of magic outside the door had stayed for a while.

"Come in."

With Maca's voice falling slightly, the door opened quietly, a cautious footstep kicked and stomped into the room.

"McLean ... Professor, I'm here."

It was Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's loyal follower. Unfortunately, she loved Draco from an early age, just like Ginny liked Harry ... But Draco didn't feel anything about this girl.

"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests," Maca turned, carrying a tea cup around the mountain-like pile of paper, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He didn't stop after showing up, but passed directly in front of Parkinson, and walked to the small open space beside the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a chair jumped out of a corner and landed just right next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat casually on a small round stool, without putting up any shelf that used his identity.

"Sit! Miss Parkinson," Maca nodded her chin and motioned for her to sit down. "Don't be too restrained, you know, I'm the same age as you in terms of age."

He could say so, but how dare Parkinson really think of him as an average boy? I saw her sitting down on the upholstered chair with a few crouches, but she felt uncomfortable sitting there, and wriggling, she could not find a proper sitting position.