Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The young masters of Hohenheim and Tyfler seemed to be looking forward to this private duel. They soon determined the time and place, and then continued to stare at each other and separated.

Think about it, it's obviously more emotional than venting your mouth.

"Hey buddy-no one is going to bother us now. Come, let's find a place to talk."

When the guy from Taylor's family disappeared completely from sight, Master Fat immediately changed into a cheerful expression and greeted Maca with a grin.

There's still work on Maca's side, and he needs to look at the various forces gathered today. You know, no matter what time, the richer the information, the better.

However, the fat man's arm hooked Maca's shoulder again, and he dragged him towards the castle indiscriminately.

"Master Hohenheim, I can say first, I still have to do in the evening, but I can't accompany you to the duel appointment." Maca reminded helplessly.

"Huh?" Master Fat heard that he stumbled for a moment, then quickly laughed and shook his head, "Do you think I want to ask you to be my duel assistant? No no no, I don't have that plan ! "

The fat man said, and whispered, "In fact, I didn't even want to go at all. I don't see him as pleasing to the boy. Let him wait tonight! If he can wait for most of the night, then It's fun! "

"Oh?" Marka said in surprise, "Look at what you were just now. I thought you were really interested in the duel between wizards?"

Judging from the situation he just observed, this fat young man doesn't look like a thoughtful person. But who knows, he still has a pack of bad water in his fat belly.

However, after this initiative to invite the duel, and then let go of the pigeons, how did he feel so familiar?

"I'll tell you," Master Fat fatly winked and said, "My old man has only taught me a lot of knowledge about alchemy. My level of magic curse is really average-don't look at the silent float that I just had. The curse seems to be smooth, in fact, it is usually practiced at home to help the old man! "

After Maca heard it, she felt a little clear.

"Does your father plan to let you participate in the alchemy contest?" He asked. "You are the son of Mr. Hohenheim. Presumably your alchemy level is also good?"

"Ah, at least I feel normal." Master Fat scratched his belly and finally let go of the thick arm that pressed against Maca's shoulder. "You can see from the books that the old man showed me. Knowledge points are missing everywhere, it's not easy to learn well— "

"Is that so?" Maca thought for a while. "To be honest, I have also researched a lot of books related to alchemy. I want to see ..."

It can be seen that the fat man is always a little unruly in other things, and often thinks that one out is one out, making people wonder what he will do next. But in alchemy, he was very real, and he was very organized and unequivocal in his words.

When he and Maca talked while walking, Fannie followed Maca all the way, as before. But when she saw her gaze constantly moving around, she realized that she was not willing to relax at all.

According to Maca, this evening is the key to this trip. As a qualified coordinator, she can always keep her focus and pay attention to everyone she sees. This is what she should do.

Prudence is the number one priority-this is one of the reasons why Fannie can always keep others in the family business, and it is her motto in this life.

...

In the evening, Hogwarts Castle.

Harry, stunned by her two little friends, Hermione and Ron, looked a little nervous. After listening to Hermione's analysis at noon, he thought about it while he was in class.

Yes, Ginny is indeed a good girl. This is true both for himself and for others. But maybe because of her relationship with Ron's sister, Harry never thought about it ... well, what would happen if Ginny became her girlfriend?

No, regarding this issue, he felt like he couldn't figure it out for a while.

After all, it's because he and Ginny have never had any ambiguous atmosphere. Without a proper beginning, the following things cannot be carried out logically.

"Maybe I really should go and make an appointment?"

Ron had hurried to the toilet just after class, and now Harry was walking alone in the corridor. He considered it by himself, and started talking to himself subconsciously.

Coincidentally, this sentence happened to be heard by an old man who likes stitches.

"Oh! Mr. Potter?" A voice sounded from behind Harry, scaring him all to jump forward. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! But if you have any troubles, I As an old man who has experienced many things, he is willing to answer some small questions in your life! "

Harry turned back suddenly, and Slughorn, the current potion class professor, was standing behind him, and the bald head was shining with the oil of wisdom.

"Ah, no ... I don't think so, thanks!" Harry waved his hands quickly.

joke? He did have some troubles, but asked him to ask a bald old man about his love affairs, then it would be better to go to Ginny directly to face the exciting life!

"Really?" Slughorn said with a pity, "You know, I've always been very helpful, especially a particularly good child like you. You and Miss Granger are very smart, she is more partial Theorists, and you are more action-oriented. You see, I also heard that you not only won the top three cups, but also killed the dragons in the match? This is not what ordinary wizards can do! "

"Uh ... thanks, but I'm not as great as you said." Harry just wanted to leave now, as far as possible from this unscrupulous man who suddenly appeared and overheard.

"Well, don't be so nervous ..."

Slughorn was surprisingly thick-skinned, knowing that Harry's first impression of him was not so good. But what about that? You know, impressions can be changed through facts. He must find a way to win over this potential stock.

Perhaps many people now only remember that Maca killed the feat of the two Dark Lords in one hand. However, Slughorn had not forgotten about Harry's memory of Voldemort once as a child.

McLean was excellent, but that was too much. Now that they are also professors at Hogwarts, and they are so mixed up that they are already beyond the scope of cultivation. How can this little porter be so suitable?

"Need me to add some courses to you individually? I want to use your talents to take classes step by step with other students. It will not satisfy your curiosity. Believe me, you can become better!"

Slughorn was always wondering what way to attract the little wizard, and this time he tried to use more knowledge.

During Slughorn's really short teaching career, he encountered many types of outstanding talents, and some of them were very dissatisfied with the knowledge available. Among them, the most prominent was Tom Riddle, who was later Voldemort.

If these words were told to Hermione, they might really have a good effect, but if they were put on Harry, it would only be counterproductive.

As soon as Harry heard it, he took a few steps back again and again, and in a series of "sorry", he hurriedly left the ruined place.

"Um ..." Slughorn shrugged indifferently, saying secretly, "Isn't this the right way? Then ... try another one next time ..."

Harry was distressed at the old man who kept staring at himself. During a trot, he gradually caught up with the large troops back to the common room, until then he was relieved.

"Always feel like I forgot something?"

Harry thought about ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and called the fat lady's portrait with other classmates, and walked into the Gryffindor common room. When he entered, he caught a glimpse of a figure with long brown-red hair, which immediately made him remember what he was thinking about.

"Uh, should I talk to her?" Harry's footsteps stopped.

"Damn!"

He stopped, and Colin Creevey, who had followed him, had hit him on the back, and then he slumped on the floor of the lounge.

Colin is a small man who likes to tinker with his camera when he is fine, even when he is walking. For this reason, he has suffered several times, but still has not changed the slightest.

Harry turned back quickly, and then apologized and helped him up.

"All right?"

As he asked, thinking about whether Ginny would come over, he could not help but glanced back again. It was at this glance that his sight collided with Ginny's gaze.

If in the past, Harry wouldn't have thought much at all, and when he saw it, he saw you! But now, once he thinks of Hermione at noon, he is all wrong.

Sometimes, a little bit of mind will make people think more about certain situations; and some thoughts will always make people uneasy.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then didn't know why he wanted to look away. He suddenly felt that when he faced Ginny, suddenly he was a little helpless.

Seeing that Harry's eyes weren't quite right, Ginny was a little confused over there. For a boy whom she has been admiring since she was a child, she has long been accustomed to the feeling that the other party does not care about her.