Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hermione, what's wrong with him?"

In the common room, Ron and Harry, who had just arrived from the bedroom, hurried past. Just waking up before, he found that Harry was no longer in bed, and now his good buddy ran back in a hurry.

Ron was naturally blank.

"How do I know?" Hermione spread her hands. "He only said that he suddenly thought of something to do, and before he could say anything else, he went away happily."

"what?"

Ron looked puzzled, and glanced back at the direction Harry was leaving, but it was clear that Harry was running out of sight.

"But it's probably about Valentine's Day," Hermione added smugly. "Guess what? It's done!"

"You, you mean--" Ron suddenly changed his expression of surprise. "Harry's appointment with Ginny? Really? He wasn't yet yesterday ..."

"Just now," Hermione said with a smile, "Harry took the initiative to invite Ginny to Hogsmeade, oh ... he should be ready to prepare!"

"Harry and Ginny ... well, and my sister ..." Ron said in a complicated mood. "I think I will bless them, no, our whole family will bless them both."

"Don't bring your whole family in, it's too heavy!" Hermione waved her hands casually. "Okay! Just do what you do! Don't bother me to review ..."

"Review?" Ron nodded, perfunctoryly. "Well, that sounds good ..."

As he spoke, he wanted to turn around and see what Harry was doing. But he only took two or three steps, but saw that another man rushed out in the doorway leading to the bedroom--that was Harry who had gone back.

"Hey! Wait, Harry—" Ron stopped him in a hurry. "You're so anxious, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Oh, Ron? You let Jean first, and I'll come back later and tell you ..." Harry said casually, "I will have to go to breakfast in a while, otherwise the morning class will certainly not be able to pass, I have to Take your time. "

He said, quickly bypassing Ron, who was in the middle, trotting out of the common room, and all the way to the outer corridor.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other without knowing what the guy was doing.

...

In fact, just before Ron was here, Harry asked Ginny a question.

This question does sound so stupid, because probably no boy will directly ask the girl if she likes herself. But Harry asked, and it was straightforward.

He is a boy with a straight temperament, especially in terms of emotion. He is not good at brewing his emotions in his heart. So all the questions he asked were the things he wanted to know at that moment.

And Ginny happened to be no ordinary girl, she knew what kind of person Harry was.

So, as soon as Harry asked, she knew that the other person was really "noticing" herself. In other words, Harry really started to think of himself as an ordinary girl.

Before today, I'm afraid he always used to think of himself as a sister-like character.

In other words, once he understood what Harry was thinking, it didn't sound so abrupt to the question he asked.

Ginny knew that at that time, she should give a clear response.

So, it turned out that, as Ginny imagined, Harry finally spoke after confirming the intention of the other party. On February 14, a full day trip to Hogsmeade Village for two people, that sounds particularly exciting!

Honestly, of course, Harry was also looking forward to this, but he hasn't completely slowed down God yet. He did so for the active invitation, and he did not feel any bad. On the contrary, his understanding of Ginny moved him.

However, not long ago, I also regarded Ginny as my younger sister, and now my younger sister has become a girlfriend, which has always made him a little uncomfortable.

But things are still tangled up to now, and that is his fault. So Harry didn't think about anything else anymore, but quickly made himself busy.

On Valentine's Day, it is reasonable to say that everyone can go to Hogsmeade to relax. However, as a fifth grader who is about to face the O. test, whether he can go or not depends on whether the school agrees or not, because there are too many recent assignments!

Ginny is only in fourth grade, of course there is no problem, but his side may not be okay.

In this case, Harry thought of Maca right away. It's a pity that Maca can't help him this time, because that guy is still a guest in Boothbatten, France!

Because of this, Harry had to find a suitable person to reduce his workload that day.

Naturally, he quickly thought of a candidate who could help himself-even if he didn't want to find that person at all, but for this rare and important date, he had to be patient.

Yes, what he was looking for was Horace Slughorn, the professor of potions today.

Harry trot in the corridor, and after he got down a few stairs, he quickly came to the office of the former professor of defense of dark magic. Now this is the place of Slughorn's old man.

Along the way, Harry ran fast. But when he stood now in front of Slughorn's office, he began to hesitate again.

Originally, this bald old man was always pestering him, but now he still actively seeks people, isn't this the act of throwing himself into the net? He can even imagine that the old man will definitely ask him to join the "snot club" again in a while!

"Well! For ... um ... for Ginny?"

Harry wanted to give himself a reason to do so, but it didn't seem to make him more confident. After all, how to reduce homework for yourself is not a legitimate thing.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"Oh, who came to me so early? Come in!"

There was a knock on the door, and Slughorn's voice came out immediately. Harry got a response from here, and finally hesitated his hesitation in his mind, twisted the doorknob and walked in.

Otherwise, Slughorn would be watching this office! This is really the best environment for a professor's office in Hogwarts Castle.

Outside this office is an ordinary classroom for teaching theoretical knowledge. Originally, when black magic defense courses needed to teach some non-practical content, they would choose to take classes here. And right in the back of this classroom is the office room for professors.

As soon as Harry opened the door, he saw the rising sun outside the towering grille window, and the whole office was illuminated. It can be seen that Slughorn decorated a lot of exquisite little things in his office, most of which were labeled with labels indicating that they were all given to him by that person.

Needless to say, they were all excellent students he had taught-it must be true.

Plus this office has an interior room where professors can live in it. Counting the classroom outside, this is the space inside and outside. It's no wonder that Slughorn has been thinking about this office since the beginning of his teaching career.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. Potter?" Slughorn sat behind his desk and greeted him cheerfully, "Good morning!"

Harry paused and nodded his head barely. After all, he came here this time, and he was still asking for each other. He should be more polite, right?

"Uh ... good morning, professor." He still felt a little stiff in his tone, but he thought he couldn't do better.

"Of course, of course--" Slughorn was very pleased, he thought that Harry had finally figured it out ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Come, sit down! I think you must have been to this office in the past, because you see-your black magic defense class has always done well! "

"Uh ... thank you."

Harry glanced left and right, and as the old man signaled, he sat down in a chair beside him.

In fact, he really wanted to say that this year's results will definitely look like a **** of stool-well, let's talk about this topic for a while with Ron!

"Um ... Professor," Harry thought secretly, and looked around at him again, intending to find a suitable breakthrough from the front. "Oh ... this is Mr. Froom?"

In the cabinet on Harry's right, there were a lot of magic photos. Each of them contained a Slughorn, and another one. When he was trying to find a topic, he found one of his acquaintances at a glance.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn smiled. "Ambrosius Froom, I taught him for seven full years, and he was a flattering guy. When he graduated, , I also introduced him to his first job, and every year after that, on my birthday, he would give me a big gift basket. "

"He ... well, he's loved by everyone now," Harry nodded. "The Duke of Honey is the classmate's favorite shop for Hogsmeade Day. But ... is he a Slytherin?"

"No, no, he graduated from Hitchpatch College." Slughorn corrected. "I remember I mentioned before. I don't just like the students at my college. Both like it-in fact, I don't like prejudice very much. "

"Oh, that sounds good." Harry pursed his lips, glanced again at the pair of photos, and then he saw a pretty woman who seemed to know each other.