Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of which, every school year seems to be very busy-everyone thinks so, but the passage of time is always so rushed, people can't help feeling a little lonely.

Although Maca always doesn't care much about grades, other students have to pay attention to their studies. Especially the seventh grade students, they are not only facing graduation, adulthood and job hunting. Until then, there are N.E.W.T. exams waiting for them!

Charlotte Witt, who has been a "big beauty" for seven years, is one of the graduates.

Graduation is always thoughtful-most people think so. But when you are a party, you will find that you have absolutely no effort and no mood, go and hug each other with classmates, be sad, and then throw sweat and tears.

Because you have to take an exam! You still have to die for the exam!

Charlotte's grades are not bad, but they are not as good as her looks.

For this reason, she had to put aside all thoughts and devote herself to the **** of learning, reviewing, and learning again.

Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with her mother? Holiday? No, no kidding, it doesn't exist in the life of seventh graders!

Sometimes, textbooks are like a shit. When you are driven crazy by hunger, there is only one option left!

"Should I be a little bit more gentle?" Charlotte, who was lying in a pile of materials, raised her head sharply, and the bloodshot eyes looked very scary.

"No, it's not too late for Sven to finish the test." She plunged into the data pile again, "Oh shit! Wrong again!"

In fact, there are only two weeks left until the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky suddenly cleared, showing a dazzling protein color; the muddy ground that was originally due to heavy rain was also covered with a layer of shiny frost one morning.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas has overflowed in advance.

Professor Flitwick, a teacher of the Curse Class, decorated his classroom with flashing light sources-these light sources are actually a group of little fairies constantly shaking their wings.

With the exception of seventh grade, almost all students are happily discussing their respective vacation plans.

But this year, Ron and Hermione both decided to stay in Hogwarts. Ron said he couldn't stand having two weeks with Percy, and Hermione insisted that she was going to the library.

But Harry knew--they were doing this to accompany him, for which he was very grateful.

Of course, in the last week of the semester, everyone can go to Hogsmeade again. Everyone was happy except Harry.

However, the three little lions that had been waiting for Maca to appear did not wait.

At this moment, it was dinner time, and everyone was filling their stomachs. But at this moment, a large group of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students looked in wonder.

"Is it McLean again? But Christmas hasn't arrived yet?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

The targets of this group of owls were obviously scattered. They fluttered their wings and flew over the four long tables, dropping a white envelope.

For a while, it seemed like an envelope rain was in the auditorium.

After a while, everyone noticed that the recipients of these letters were seventh-grade students who were about to graduate.

"Oh-McLean?"

"... Yes, mine too."

"Same!"

Everyone looked around, and then opened the envelope and read it.

"Graduate party?" The first voice sounded.

Soon after, most seventh-graders were talking to each other, and the scene was a little messy.

Yes, that's right! I don't know what Maca's idea was, but he did want to host an open-air party to send off graduates in Hogsmeade Village!

Even the Slytherins, who are often not seen by the other three colleges, have a share, which is rare.

In this invitation letter, I also made a point specifically: if you don't want to go, you can not go, everything is voluntary.

"are you going?"

"Why not?"

"But the exam ..."

"Let it go to hell! Do you think it will take you safe to pass more than a day and a half?"

"Oh-yes, as the letter says,‘ After you graduate, you will regret that you did not go crazy once again! '”

"Yes! That's right!"

Similar conversations are taking place on the long tables of various colleges. Although some graduates do not agree, most people think this is a great idea.

Soon, the message in the letter was passed along with the dining table-no matter how young students wanted to participate, it was OK, but drinks and food were not free.

This time, Maca had an inexplicable bleeding. He actually had to host an outdoor party at his own expense!

You know, there are more than 150 people in the whole seventh grade, and the cost of the party is an astronomical figure for a student.

Just when everyone was a little excited, Makar's owl, Malfurion, rushed in from outside the gate. It didn't stop, but threw a letter to Dumbledore, sitting in the middle of the faculty, and flew out of the hall immediately.

"It seems I have a share too." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the envelope that was falling in front of him.

打开 He opened it and looked at it, but continued: "Oh, more than that-everyone has a share."

Dumbledore handed the stationery to McGonagall, and stood up and cleared his throat. "Seventh graders, please pay attention--"

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall was immediately quiet.

"I regret to tell you that this party is only a personal act of Mr. McLean-he has not notified me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think this is not the norm." He looked at everyone and said slowly .

On the long tables of various colleges, many students showed a frustrated expression.

但是 "But ..." At this moment, everyone's hearts were lifted again, "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the party is only a personal act, there seems to be no reason for the school to stop everyone?"

Dumbledore blinked, and it looked naughty.

"Although Mr. McLean also invited me, I still have something to do--" As he was talking, he turned to look at everyone on the faculty bench. "If other professors have time to participate, it is also them Personal freedom. "

After speaking, Dumbledore sat back in his seat, and lowered his head to eat the food on the plate, as if nothing had happened just now.

Suddenly, the students off the field cheered.

"Farewell party in the open air?" Hermione said strangely, "What is Maca doing?"

"Who knows?"

Harry was a little depressed, because he couldn't go—at least he couldn't go bright.

But Ron sighed with a embarrassed face, "Oh, Maka is really rich!"

Yes, this is indeed an interesting event. But everyone is just wondering-what is the reason for Maca to hold this event; otherwise, it is simply not thinking about it, just preparing to go crazy at the open-air party.

But anyway, just watching everyone's excitement, this party should be quite lively.

Uh ...

The next day, the morning everyone went to Hogsmeade Village, Harry and Ron and Hermione said goodbye, and then set foot on the marble staircase back to the Gryffindor Tower-he was going to rely on a cloak Go find a way to slip out of school.

Snow was falling out of the window, and the castle looked very quiet.

咦 "咦-Harry!"

Harry turned around in the middle of the fourth-floor corridor, and he saw Fred and George sneaking up from behind a one-eyed humpbacked witch statue.

"Are you guys?" Harry asked curiously, "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"Let's come to bring you a festive atmosphere," Fred said, blinking mysteriously, "come here ..."

He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George in.

George closed the door gently, then turned around and looked at Harry with a smile.

"Give you a Christmas present early, Harry." He said with a smile.

With a wave of Fred's hand, he pulled something out of the cloak and put it on an empty table ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ It was a large, square, old parchment Nothing was written on it-Harry thought it was a joke of Fred and George again, and couldn't help but stare at it with eyes wide, so as not to be rectified by the twins again.

"I said, what is this?"

这个 "Well ... Harry, it's the secret of our success!" George said, lovingly patting the parchment.

"It's a bit reluctant to give it to you," Fred said, "but last night we thought you needed it more than we do!"

"Anyway, we already remember its contents," George continued. "We give it to you-we don't need it anymore."

"Such a worn piece of parchment, what do I want it for?" Harry asked puzzled.

"A torn piece of parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a face, as if Harry looked down at him, "Explain, George."

"Okay! In our first year, Harry, we were so young, carefree, and naive-"

Harry snorted, wondering if Fred and George were naive.

唔 "... 唔, at least naive than we are now!" George said, "There was a little accident between us and Filch then."

"We put a big **** in the hallway, and for some reason this bomb frustrated him-so he pulled us into his office and started using that convention ... against us. "

"Confinement?" Harry interjected.

"Take out our intestines!" George grinned, and Harry immediately flickered his lips.

"Next?" Harry urged.