Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"It's terrible," said Neville, who was stunned. His tone was obviously a lot higher than usual. "Did you feel cold when that thing came in?"

"I think it's weird," Ron said, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably. "It seems like I'll never be happy again ..."

Ginny curled up in the corner and shivered, she wrapped around her knees and sobbed in a low voice. Hermione walked over and held her comfortably in her arms.

"Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, try this."

Maca took out another small bottle, which contained a small bottle of slightly whitened medicine, which looked like milk with water, but everyone felt a warmth just looking at it.

Of course, Ginny felt it too. She looked up at Maca and said timidly, "Can I ...?"

当然 "Of course, it will be much better to drink." Maca handed the bottle to Ginny. "It's enough to drink a little bit, a big mouthful like a nail."

"It must look precious, is it your new potion?" Hermione asked curiously.

哦 "Oh yes," Maca said, "well, I mean it's really expensive, but it's not a potion-it's not made by blending."

"Oh--I've been thinking about it--" Harry couldn't help but say, "Maca, what's in your robe? It's like a locker full of potions! "

Maka shrugged when she heard the words, "This is my secret."

Just as they were talking, Ginny pulled the stopper tremblingly, and then took a careful sip.

Suddenly, she clearly felt that a warm current was flowing down the throat, and then it spread instantly in her belly-her mood improved incredibly.

"Oh-I feel happy." Ginny smiled on her face, but then turned bitter and said, "But it tastes really bitter ..."

She re-plugged the stopper and intended to return it to Maca, but Maca waved.

"You can keep it for yourself and use it for those who need it." He said casually.

哦 "Oh-thank you," Ginny nodded thankfully, "but I think it's best not to drink a second time."

"Did she become more cheerful?" Ron looked at Ginny strangely.

"That's only temporary. The effect will return to its usual state, um ... probably about two or three minutes."

After a while, Professor Lupin returned.

He paused when he came in, looked around, smiled, and said, "I didn't poison the chocolate, you know ..."

正 He was talking, but his eyes were attracted by the potion bottle in Ginny's hand.

"Oh, is this?"

"Milk with the juice of Chevrolet flower," Maca said casually.

"That's really good ..." Lu Ping twitched.

Although it sounds very simple, the material of "chev flower" is not cheap. Chev flower juice alone can play a similar role as the advanced potion "delight", and there are no sequels of singing and dancing .

…… "Okay, we will be at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Professor Lupin said, "Are you all better?"

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much.

Finally, the train stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was really busy when getting off: the owl crowed, and the cats kept busy, even Neville's pet toad howled under his hat. With.

The little platform was frozen, and the cold rain raged down.

"Come here for first grade!" A familiar voice called.

Ha Haige had bent over and got out of the train. He was beckoning to panic-stricken new students now to lead them through the traditional journey across the lake.

"Are you all right, three of you?" Hagrid shouted at them over the many heads. Harry waved at him, but there was no chance to talk to him, because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the other students in the school on a rough muddy road.

There were at least a hundred carriages waiting for the remaining students, each of which was driven by an invisible horse—Harry could only assume this, because after they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage Just start driving automatically.

The carriage swayed staggered all the way, and there was a hint of musty and dry straw in the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage rolled forward, and in front of it were a pair of magnificent cast iron doors, lined with many stone columns, and the top was decorated with small sculptures of winged wild boar.

They saw two tall, hooded dementors standing on both sides of the gate guarding them. As they approached slowly, it seemed that another cold wave was coming to this side.

"Hidden underneath the cloak, it's really impossible to tell which is which ..." Maca thought, looking at them.

The horse-drawn carriage increased its speed on the long ramp lanes and reached the castle. Hermione leaned out the window and watched as many corner towers and towers approached them.

Finally, the carriage stopped swaying and everyone hurried out of the carriage.

Then they saw a man standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

"McLean, come here."

Snape was Snape. He stinked his face as before, and didn't go to see anyone else. He said something to Maca and turned to the castle.

Maca froze, said hello to Harry, and quickly followed.

In Snape's office.

教授 "Professor, is there anything I can do for you?" Marka asked.

"Potion of wolf poison, you know?" Snape asked bluntly.

哦 "Oh, yes—" Marka paused. "Professor Lupin needs it. Is it for me to prepare?"

换 This time I changed Snape.

你 "You know him ... well, you will make the wolf poison potion?" He looked at Maca hesitantly and asked, "How about the success rate?"

Although Snape was curious about Maca's knowledge that Lupin was a werewolf, he was more concerned about the preparation of wolf venom, and its difficulty was not generally high.

"It should be about 80%, you have to try to know the specific words," Maca said calmly.

"Hmm ..." Snape frowned slightly before thinking, and then said, "Then you try it first, and you should know the time of wolf venom, and you must prepare it before that."

Maca nodded to understand.

It was Dumbledore's idea to give this task to Maca, and Snape had no objection, but he had planned to demonstrate it to Maca first, who knew that Maca's progress in potion had been so fast.

In the last semester, Maca was active in the school in a low-key manner, and she had a lot less communication with Snape on potion. But he didn't expect that even if Maca was just devoting himself to research, he also made rapid progress that ordinary people could not reach.

I can say that the magical talents and diligence of Maca are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But where does Snape know that there is a deeper reason behind it, even Maca himself has not even noticed it.

After the confession was over, Maca left and planned to go to the auditorium to see if it was too late for the tributary ceremony, but Snape stopped him.

"Is there anything else, Professor?"

Snape looked at him impatiently before speaking.

"If you have time, look at Potter," he said reluctantly, supplementing it, "... that's what Dumbledore meant."

"Okay, professor."

The two walked forward and walked quickly to the first floor.

There was a sea of ​​apex black hats in the auditorium, students were seated beside each long table, thousands of candles illuminated their faces, and these candles were suspended in mid-air above the long table.

Professor F. McGonagall walked towards the center of the podium with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

"Catch up, but ..." Maca shook her head slightly, "Have to listen to the hat again ..."

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玛 When Maca and Snape walked in together, everyone set their sights on them.

Maka politely tilted her upper body slightly to show politeness, but Snape took no steps to walk to the empty seat of the classroom seat.

"Hey-Maca! Here!"

By the long table at Hitchpatch College, a big beautiful girl with long blond hair was beckoning to him—that is, Sister Charlotte Witt.

"Good evening, sister." Maca walked over and sat in the empty seat beside her. "Congratulations on your promotion to seventh grade, and you can graduate soon."

别 "Don't mention it! I don't know if I can pass the‘ Super-worker ’test!” Charlotte frowned, “That ’s really‘ super fatigue ’!”

"Are there any difficulties? Maybe I can help you ..."

While the two were chatting casually, Professor Dumbledore stood up and talked, and the hall was quiet immediately.

Although Dumbledore is very old, he always gives the impression of energy.

His hair and beard are a few feet long, he wears half-moon-shaped glasses, and his nose is very strong. It is often said that he is the greatest witch today, but everyone respects him not only for this.

Even Maca has to admit that this old white wizard has a natural affinity, and you can't help but feel good about him.

"Welcome!" Said Professor Dumbledore, the glow of the candle shining his white beard, "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to you ..."

"One of the things is very serious, I think it's better to make it clear before you get confused by this delicious meal ..."