Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The international alchemy competition finally came to a close-at least it looks right, and the huge stadium has become empty as the audience gradually left.

Off-site, the temporary bazaar originally intended to last until late at night has also started to pack up in advance to be removed.

Since Maca said that, Professor McGonagall, who knew he would never make fun of such a thing, was very decisive, and she had notified before she took the old housekeeper into the field.

Fortunately, although this request for early withdrawal is somewhat hasty, the sun has not yet set.

Therefore, the spectators can either return to China with a good mood after watching the game today, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts, brewing the events after the game for a night, and calm down tomorrow. To return to everyday life.

It can be said that this also leaves ample room for them to choose.

"Mr. LeMay, today the game has come to a successful conclusion, your credit is the greatest. Please be careful on the way back, although you use the door key, there is still a short way to go after you get there ..."

At the entrance of the school, Professor McGonagall smiled and said goodbye to the old butler, and along with the old housekeeper, naturally, there was the surprisingly tall Mrs. Maxim.

It was Furong who had come with them, but she didn't see her at the moment.

"Very polite, Ms. McGonagall," the old Edward nodded gently. "I'm just doing things for my master. This was the case before, and it will be the same in the future. As for the safety on the way back, this is Maxi Mrs. Ham has worked harder ... "

Then, he raised his head again and smiled at the large lady around him, expressing his sincere gratitude.

And just as the two parties were on their way to a conversation, in a grove outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, looked at the doorway so distantly and peered out constantly.

Behind the two of them, there seemed to be more other figures, but those were hidden in the deeper forest behind. It would be difficult to tell the specific number of people without looking carefully.

"Old ancestor, haven't you always allowed us to work in Hogwarts? Why now--"

The tall wizard seemed to be a little overwhelmed by his doubts and couldn't help but ask. Look at his unscrupulous speaking volume to understand that they must have cast a silencing spell near the forest.

"Also, you ancestors have already won the championship."

Obviously, another figure is the old witch who made the synthetic beast. At this moment, they gathered here to peer into the distance, apparently because of her intention.

"Before, before, now is now," the old witch fixed her eyes on the old housekeeper, but just replied casually, "if it was really me who won the championship award, then it was fine, after all, the name was' Ma "Ka McLean's kid is definitely not a mess."

On the way, she paused for a moment, her eyes narrowed.

"But ..." she said, "If I obviously win the championship, but I don't necessarily get the highest share of rewards, then I can't rely on my own strength to 'fight'."

After all, the old witch snorted, and the sharpness in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had heard of Dumbledore's death.

But when she arrived here, she felt the strength of Maca's body, but she immediately eliminated most of her preparations.

However, eliminating most of them does not mean giving up completely. If she doesn't win the championship, or if she wins the championship, she won't necessarily get the benefit, she will restart the original seizure plan.

And when she appeared again and again, Old Edward's eyes always seemed to stab at the unrecognizable scattered alchemist, and she thought that she could no longer keep it.

Today, she is very old, and the elixir made from magic stones is the best way to continue her life.

She didn't want to die, she didn't want to!

"Old ancestors, you tell me! What the **** are we going to do?"

For a moment, the old witch gazed at the distance, and the younger junior around her immediately rubbed her hands and seemed to be impatient.

After the old witches get what they want, the benefits to them will not be less.

Based on the prestige and rights of this "old ancestor" among the major African tribes, once the time comes to fight for the tribal patriarchs, the words of the old witch can stand up to a group of supporters!

At the time of the brief conversation between the two, the farewell conversation over the school gate was over.

They could see that Professor McGonagall had turned his head and walked back, while the old Edward walked along the road with Mrs. Maxim for a short distance, and then the latter suddenly took out a worn cowboy hat.

"Old ancestors, they were--"

The witch, who didn't know much about the European magical world, was a little confused, but anyway, it was a hat he could see.

"Don't remember? We were also sent here this way," the old witch's hand holding the skull stick tightened immediately. "But we used a wooden bucket."

"what?"

When the old witch said that, the African male witch was anxious.

"Old ancestors, then ... I, I will lead the people across-wow!"

He said that he was about to raise his hand to gesture, but was struck hard by the old witch with his skull stick towards his elbow, and he hurriedly dropped his arm again.

"Don't move around without my order," said the old witch, still watching the movement over there, not even turning her eyes, "... that Edward LeMay is simply a fake, this time. The show is acting for you like this idiot! "

The words didn't fall, and there was a space contraction suddenly on the side of the road in the distance. Madame Maxim and Edward disappeared there instantly.

"That guy's soul doesn't agree with Edward LeMay himself."

After watching the two men leave, the old witch watched the yellow sunset to the west while mumbling to herself:

"So, the real LeMay housekeeper ... maybe in Hogwarts Castle, right?"

...

While some mischievous man was figuring out what to do next, the little wizards at Hogwarts mostly sighed.

The race is over, which means that the weekend slips away from your fingers without knowing it, and tomorrow it is time to return to the dying study life.

As a matter of course, there is a group of students who have not yet completed their homework. They are so depressed that there are several candidates in grades 5 and 7 who go to the school hospital to receive sedatives.

During school, students all look forward to some activities to adjust a boring life, but after enjoying the activities, they often feel annoyed for their temporary indulgence.

Life usually progresses in regret and awakening, doesn't it?

"Of course not!" Hermione whispered, pointing to Ron's nose. "If you can be more diligent, you don't have to complain afterwards!"

Naturally, she couldn't speak as loudly as usual, because now they were still in the library-Madam Pins stared at it with wide eyes!

"Oh, come on!" Ron reluctantly said, "I'm more diligent than I was before ... but this course in the history of magic is really ... well, it really doesn't fit my temperament, I read a book I'm sleepy! What can I do ... "

"Seriously, Hermione," Harry nodded sincerely, "I think so too."

Hermione glanced at them angrily, and then seemed to casually glance deep into the bookshelf across the reading table, and then closed her mouth and refocused on the contents of the book in front of her.

"In short, I will not lend you my paper on the history of magic until the next morning," she said without raising her head. "You will die of this heart!"

The moment she cast her eyes to the bookshelf, Luna, who was standing there looking for the books, seemed to feel her eyes, and then she looked back.

"Little girl, don't look for it!"

On Luna's shoulder, the Bronze Kitty hid in her pale gold head, whispering.

"I'm just waiting for someone, Lord Eagle, so I promised to help you back in order not to be too boring. Your little girl dare to absently walk away!"

"Well?" Luna turned back suddenly, and she almost wrapped her eagle around her shoulder and shook it off. "Well, I just think that Hermione looked at me just now."

While explaining casually, she continued to read a book along the bookshelf. From the books on the bookshelf, she seemed to be looking for some magical theory of the mind.

However, Luna didn't say much, but the bronze kitty had a lot to say. When she was looking for a book, Kitty fluttered and stood on her shoulders again, and continued to mumble.

"Speaking of, when will the boy from UU read the book www.uuksansu.com.com come back! Grandpa, I'm so suffocated ... Well, it's all because the guy hasn't taken the initiative to greet Grandpa. He had to wait for him personally ... "

"By the way, the broken mirror last time, you have to ask him this time! They were forced to travel time, but they didn't even want to come to Eagles earlier ... when the time rule Can you touch it casually? "

This time, it complained with only a very slight volume, and Luna, who was close at hand, did not hear a few words.

With time flowing away like a stream, you can see from the window of the library that the sun in the western sky has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.

The night, destined to be unsteady, is coming.

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