Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? Hermione was still unable to talk to the mysterious trench coat wizard for too long.

Maybe it's because the other party doesn't want to say more, or it's because the two people don't have a common language that allows the dialogue to be established. Until the end of lunch time, Hermione was unable to find some useful words from the fragmented simple response of the windbreaker wizard.

Except for the first sentence, the other party's exposure was shaken when he mentioned Maca.

Half an hour after lunch, Maca sat on the high stand at the Quidditch Stadium, while watching Hermione doing flying exercises on the court, while enjoying the moment of peace brought by the spring equinox.

Of course, he was used to the trench wizard who was with him, and now he was seated behind him.

"call--"

Maca couldn't help laughing at the figure that seemed to show Hermione passing by the stands at a high speed with a little show off. The more such a time, the more he hopes that a day like this can last forever.

Unfortunately, some people may not agree with him.

"... Do you like this season?"

Suddenly, Maca asked casually, and what he asked was naturally the one sitting behind, staring at the "new friend" who was looking at his back.

However, he soon heard the other person's answer-although it might be slightly different from what he expected.

"I do not know."

"Really?" Maca nodded. "At least I like it ... I have loved early spring, especially on a sunny morning. I would sit on the roof outside the window and watch the sea breeze blowing on the sea and Where the sky meets ... that makes me forget many unpleasant things. "

"The sea, I don't hate it."

When talking about the way, he suddenly heard the trench coat wizard behind him interjecting.

Although interrupted by the following words, Maca didn't care, but he listened to him and put down some memories in his heart, with a little curiosity:

"That being the case, why didn't you see you go to the beach when you were on the island before?"

When the other party heard the words, it seemed to be a little silent, and it took a few seconds to say:

"Maybe it's because I've watched enough? And I just don't hate it, I can't talk about how much I like it."

Maca naturally doesn't understand this kind of headless words, but this won't prevent him from becoming an ordinary listener.

After all, the so-called listener sometimes doesn't need to know too much, he just needs to be responsible for listening.

Not long after, when the two were talking aimlessly, Hermione practiced a few rounds on the court and made a roundabout, stopping lightly above the stands.

"Rest awhile?"

Maca raised her head slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly to block out the somewhat dazzling midday sun.

Hermione straddled on the broomstick and shook her head.

"No ... I just want to ask, when will things outside come to an end?"

When she asked her, Marca couldn't help but smile slightly. It is not Miss Granger's usual style to ask such a question that knows that there is no answer-it is unavoidable.

"Take it as fast as possible!" He said, and suddenly turned back, "Hermione, do you need me to practice with you for a while? I think you must know that Quidditch is a team sport, even if you are looking for a golfer It also needs cooperation. "

If it was put forward before, Maca offered to be a companion, which may be Hermione's most desired thing. Even if she didn't like Quidditch at that time, she would raise a broom and follow Maca to fly into the sky.

But today, Hermione shook her head again unexpectedly, and even the expression on her face was a little determined.

"No, no need."

Then, Maca saw her as if she was hiding something, pulled up the broomstick, and turned back and flew to the sky. Soon she only got a small back.

"That's Miss Granger, isn't it?" The trench wizard behind her said, "I think she should have a lot of thoughts in her heart."

Maca listened for a moment before she said to herself:

"In fact, everyone's heart is complicated, and there are things they can't tell to others. Especially when the goal in their hearts is entangled with the uncle."

"Can I be eliminated? Maybe, if you go, she will say it."

"Well, maybe it is."

Maca unexpectedly affirmed the words of those behind him.

"But," but he added, "Although this is probably just my 'arrogance', I still have to say-Hermione Granger is a strong girl, no one has the right to restrain her, even if it is Caring is not an excuse. "

With that said, he paused slightly.

"Of course, proper care is also necessary, after all, everyone will be tired-it was she and another girl who told me this.

Thinking of the "three-way talks" at Hogwarts Library at the time, Maca had a headache.

After hearing Maca's words, the trench coat wizard sitting behind couldn't help pouting secretly.

"'No one has the right to restrain her' ...?"

After a long period of silence, the other side looked at his silhouette and thought silently:

"... It is his respect for others that allows me to sit here safely and not worry about revealing my identity!"

Maca is certainly not a "good man" as people often say, because even for the mean Heilbo, he never feels that the other person's actions are wrong.

But he is definitely not a villain. After all, even when he treats a stubborn girl, he always has a respectful heart.

"What an awkward guy."

...

When Maca and the trench coat wizard left, Hermione still sent them.

But at a certain moment when walking on the lawn of the vestibule to the entrance of the school, Maca glanced down and saw the faint golden color far above the astronomical tower.

Under the sun's rays, the glow of the burning eyes was reflected ...

A few days later, Maca returned to school again, but this time he was no longer just two people.

On the same day, he, the old Victor, and the old bishop came to the hillside near the school gate with a big guy wrapped in a huge canvas. Of course, the trench coat wizard still followed him quietly, did nothing, and said nothing.

After Dema Ka waved his staff and dropped the tall object close to a house on the hillside grass, the Muggle handed by the old bishop to the Queen of England also followed by a transport helicopter.

It seemed that in order to deal with the big rock that was about to land, Maca really took a lot of pains.

This time, temporarily returning to Hogwarts Castle was a meaningful thing for Maca. The only regret is that he couldn't go back to the original office. Right now, he can only stay with a few people in the same room and stay in the guest room in Vice Castle.

As for the Muggles outside, although I felt a little sorry, I had to wrong them to put in a tent and drill a sleeping bag.

"At least it's not too cold these days."

After dinner that day, Maca was finally able to reunite with his "old classmates", and everyone just sat around the long table in the auditorium.

Right now, he is playing chess with Ron, the wizard who invented it.

"Fire Dragon, H3 to H7-Ron, don't just focus on the main force to attack the castle, the overall situation is more important than the local."

"Giant, D9 advances four squares!" Ron pointed at the chessboard, and then said, "Hey, Maka, I won't be fooled by you ... you see that the power between me is too strong, for fear I will directly break your defense Right? "

"Really?" Maca followed him with a secret glance. "I will tell you today with facts. The power of wizards can also be great-Wizards, G20 to H20!"

"What? Would you like to break my castle with a wizard?" Ron immediately yelled, "How is that possible? Do you forget that it takes three turns for a wizard to attack?"

When Maca heard it, she smiled smugly.

"You don't need to play this game anymore," he said. "You count, within three rounds, how many non-combat pieces can you return to the gate of the castle?"

"Uh……"

As Ron kept counting the steps ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the little wizards around laughed unconsciously.

"Okay," Maca waved. "This is your most promising set, but unfortunately, the three-game losing streak has been decided-go back and do your homework!"

Anyway, he was a professor not long ago, and he didn't let the big guys get together for too long. After driving everyone back to the common room, he turned back and walked out of the hall's door.

Because of the people who didn't come to the hall just now, there were Luna and Hermione.

Maca learned from Charlotte's mouth that Luna and Hermione usually practiced Quidditch in one long, one short, and two time periods each day.

If Hermione was in the afternoon before class, Luna would be after school in the afternoon, and then the two would occupy the entire venue together after dinner and homework.

Not long after, Maca came out of the Quidditch Stadium wearing the stars, and then he saw two figures chasing each other in the sky.

In the dark, in fact, it is not very clear. Only when the moon protrudes from behind the clouds can the outline of the two people in the rapid flight can be seen more clearly.

"Aren't you going up for a while?"

Cold, he heard a familiar noise not far from him. This time it wasn't the trench coat wizard who had been running around with him lately, but Charlotte who would often come quietly to admire Quidditch's practice.

"Let ’s forget it!" Maca seemed to have known her arrival long ago, without looking back at all. "I think they don't necessarily want me to disturb now!"

But how long can such days last?

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