Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Harry and Ginny, you all did well today! Although the Quidditch Cup has slipped away, but I want to say, it's nothing ..."

"Oh, thank you! I think the best performer today is Ginny!"

On the way back to the castle, Maca quickly caught up with Harry's footsteps, and quite naturally blended into the conversation of several people.

"Yeah!" He exaggerated Ginny when he heard the trend, and Maka smiled. "Ginny, he did a good job in the game, and that sentence is even more beautiful! It depends on you today Wonderful performance, Professor Dumbledore will definitely feel that I have not given the wrong person to the Light Wheel 2000! "

"... hmm ... I'll try to make it Hogwarts' brightest flying broom!"

Although Ginny said so confidently, her cheeks were still a little red, obviously it was a bit of a compliment that everyone could take turns. Don't look at her heroic appearance on the field, but it is only limited to the situation of blood and brainwashing, usually Ginny is still a very tender and watery girl.

After logically mentioning Dumbledore once, Maca gave Yu Guang a glance at Harry secretly.

"Speaking of Professor Dumbledore ..." he asked casually, "Harry, I asked you to read that book carefully the other day. Have you read it? Are there any gains?"

"Oh--"

As soon as Maca brought the topic here, Harry's mind suddenly flashed the accident that happened on the field before.

"Um ... yeah ..." His words were a little hesitant, and apparently his thoughts hadn't been fully extracted from that short memory, "I saw it, but ... it seems like just a storybook, you know Yes, it's about a few experiences from Godric Gryffindor. That's interesting, but if I can learn something ... I don't have any clue. "

"Really?" Maca looked at Harry's expression, and nodded with understanding. "Well ... it doesn't matter, if ... I mean if-if you think of something, or think you need it Tell me, remember to come to my office to find me at any time! "

He could feel that Harry did respond to his temptations, but since he didn't say it in front of everyone, it showed that he most likely did not want to use his troubles to disturb everyone's rhythm.

Hermione and others have been in a good state recently. While taking the .Ls test, they also don't forget to take the time to strengthen their personal abilities. In addition, now that Harry has officially come together with Ginny, while tasting the sweetness, most of his hearts also have a sense of protection and responsibility as a boyfriend.

Because of this, Maca decided to respect Harry's weighty choice. After all, after understanding why Harry was in this situation, he knew that the actual harm was not great. As long as Harry continues to increase the progress of the practice of brain closure, things will naturally be resolved.

"Ah, okay!" Harry nodded immediately. "If I find anything in the book, I will tell you immediately!"

As for the book titled "Golden Griffin from the Wilderness," Maca actually turned it over in the ward. In fact, that is indeed an ordinary storybook, and there is nothing to be aware of. If you can get something out of it, it is probably a few easy-to-understand educational meanings.

To ask what the educational significance is-the story about Godric is nothing but a spirit of bravery, fearlessness, and adventure! With regard to these things, the sorting hat will be picked up and sung again every year, and it really sounds like a cocoon.

Before long, several people followed the other wizards and chatted casually back to the castle.

...

The final game of the Quidditch Cup is finally over, and whether or not the results are pleasing, it is a thing of the past. At the end of the busy semester, everyone's focus is still on the exam, including the "heroes" who have been active on the field.

So, in theory, the day of the game is a day of rest, but most of the little wizards are still working hard to review their homework in the library or the common room-this must be the case for at least fifth and seventh graders.

However, don't forget that there are two guests who are enjoying the Hogwarts Castle right now!

In the afternoon of the day, the brothers and sisters who had finished their lunch in the auditorium temporarily said goodbye to Maca, who was going to correct the homework for the students, and took a leisurely step to the lakeside beside the castle.

The weather has been good these past few days, and it is now spring, with sunny and breezy wind. Looking around at the lake, the lake surface is even more dazzling, as if someone had sprinkled a lot of gold leaves into the lake, and there was glittering gold light everywhere.

In such a beautiful environment, everything is particularly intoxicating, but only one thing is particularly impressive.

"Is this where Mr Albus Dumbledore was buried?"

At this moment, Sarah was standing in front of the nearly one-person ice coffin, and the ice-blue translucent coffin still radiated with strands of cold in the sun, tumbling constantly on the green grass.

It was amazing that the thing that had formed into the coffin was obviously some kind of extremely cold ice, and standing just a little bit made people feel cool, even the grass was still growing vigorously nearby.

"Listen to my father, this ice coffin was made on the spot by Maca on the day of the funeral ..." The fat man next to his sister was surprised and said, "Although I have already seen it a few days ago, no matter how many times I have seen it They are still so beautiful ... but how long can this ice cube last? "

The fat man was right. Under the sun, this ice coffin was dazzling with radiance, and it looked like it was shining with exceptional beauty. In this ice coffin, Dumbledore's face is still the same as before, half a minute has not changed, as if just asleep.

Sarah ignored the fat man's words, she just glanced at the man's large ice cube, and it took a while before bowing towards Dumbledore, and then walking gently to a tree by the lake under.

"Brother Noah, Sarah won't go to Booth Barton," she said leisurely. "We'll go home in a few days and tell my dad, I'll be here for school in the second half of the year."

"Huh?" The fat man said strangely. "When you mentioned it to me last time, didn't you say you didn't want to come to Hogwarts for school? Why now ..."

"Mr. McLean is very funny," Sarah blinked, and whispered, "It's really good. He may know some secrets that others don't know ... if possible, I think I will need him to help I unlock some doubts. "

"Really fake?" The fat man said suddenly in surprise, "I look like you always hate him, and thought you didn't want to stay here anymore!"

"No," Sarah said, "I'm just ... a little surprised and a little scared ..."

Fatty was not surprised that she was no longer calling herself by her own name. In fact, this was what she looked like when she really got serious.

But the fat man was surprised by the word "fear" in Sarah's mouth.

"Uh ..." he wondered, "scared?"

"Yeah!" Sarah nodded calmly. "After a temptation, I have a rough idea of ​​how far I am from him ... The book is right, when the investigation of alchemy and magic reaches At a certain depth, there are many things that can be communicated-especially spiritual refining and soul magic. "

She said, a little more, and then continued: "I think ... compared to any ancient magic text, his research on the soul has gone to a quite incredible degree."

Compared to Sarah, who is already quite well-trained in the study of spirituality, the fat man who has been refined in the material cannot catch up with the horse. But what he said was the young master of Hohenheim's family. He knew a little about Sarah's words.

Of course, understanding and understanding, he is still clearly confused.

"So ... do you want to find something to refer to by his research direction?" Fatty asked half understandably, "If you just want to talk to him, I don't think you want to reach Huo Gwoz, study? Just borrow a word from Dad-you don't really need to go to school, do you? "

"It's not just for research ..." Sarah said, looking back at Hogwarts Castle, looking in the direction of Maca's office.

The fat man crooked his head and stared at Little Sarah, and the doubts and curiosity in his heart grew stronger.

"Hey," he joked suddenly, "Dear sister, can you say ... you are my good brother, Marca? If so ..."

"Don't say these boring words ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Sarah shook her head slightly, interrupting the fun of the fat man.

"Why is that?"

This time, however, Sarah turned back to look at the lake again, her mouth narrowed. Seeing that she was not talking, the fat man scratched his scalp so hard that he gave up a shrug indifferently.

"Okay!" He said, "That's your idea, you're in the best mind! Well ... then, when do you plan to go home?"

"... see for a few more days!" Sarah stared at the wonderful lake light, and it took a long time for her to say an answer that was not an answer.

On the other side, Maca, who was still in the office, could not see the direction they were in. But he didn't go to observe it secretly, but it didn't mean that he didn't know. He also noticed the words Sarah said to the fat man in the stands in the morning.

But because he felt a lot of secrets in Sarah, but there was nothing suspicious, he limited his actions to only a few temptations.