Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... is this impossible?"

"At least in my opinion, that's it."

The next day is Sunday. It was still early in the morning and Maca was helping in the potion preparation room behind Snape's office. While busy with the work at hand, they were chatting casually.

The anti-eavesdropping measures are well-prepared here, and the conversation here is not likely to be heard-at least the probability is low.

To be honest, when Hermione was selected as the fourth warrior yesterday, Maca was really confused. And his confusion persisted to this day without coming up with an answer.

What did Voldemort want? Does this make sense to him?

Marka weighed it in her heart and took the opportunity to ask Snape's opinion.

However, Snape's speculation could make Maca scratch her head.

"You mean-Voldemort wanted to put Hermione in danger, or even death, to test whether I had ulterior motives?"

Maca frowned, wondering, "But ... why is Hermione?"

Snape pursed his lips, revealing an expression of "don't be confused." He hesitated for a while, and simply resumed the work at hand, and stopped talking about it.

"... Is it because I forcibly rescued Hermione from his hand?"

Maca wondered, then shook her head silently.

After a while, things were over, and Maca left Snape's office first, planning to go to the auditorium to settle the breakfast.

But right at the side entrance of the auditorium, he met Ron, who had a gloomy face.

"Oh ... good morning, Marka." Ron greeted him, but he didn't look very happy.

"Well, good morning," Marka glanced at him. "What's wrong, who's angry?"

"No, who can I be angry with?" Ron smiled reluctantly, but he smiled even more ugly than crying.

Maca shrugged. "Is it because of Harry and Hermione?"

"No, how is that possible!" Ron couldn't help arguing, "They are all my good friends, and now they are all warriors, I am happy for them!"

"is it?"

"of course!"

Ron said, his subconsciously punched into a fist, and finally couldn't help it.

"I just ... I just think they shouldn't deceive me! That is obviously problematic!" He exclaimed. "We are friends-the best friends! Isn't it?"

Maca nodded in disapproval, calmly: "Of course it is wrong to deceive friends, but we are not sure whether they have deceived you."

"Even you say so ..." Ron said angrily, "Well! Someone must be framing them and anyone wants their lives! This is terrible. A mysterious lunatic confused the goblet and gave Our school has one more chance to win the championship! "

Ron uttered angrily, then ignored the Maca, turned around and walked into the auditorium without looking back.

Just then, there was another person behind Maca.

"That ... Maca?"

He stopped again and turned back, "Oh, good morning, Hermione."

"Last night ... thank you."

Behind Maca, Hermione thankfully whispered, recovering from a loss.

"Last night?" Maca pretended to be puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"What?" Hermione said strangely. "Last night you let the cat head—"

When she was half talking, she seemed to have learned something from Maca's expression and immediately took it away.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I don't think I slept well last night. I was a little confused at the moment ... I saw Ron just now ... what happened to him?"

Maca shook her head slightly as she walked in, and told Hermione what Ron had just said ...

Just then, Harry just woke up from a sleepy sleep.

He sat up, stunned in bed, and it took him a while to remember why he felt so sad and anxious. Then, everything came to mind last night.

He sat up, opened the tent on his four-poster bed, wanted to talk to Ron again, and tried to force Ron to believe him. But then he found that Ron's bed was empty, and he had apparently gone down for breakfast.

Harry got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase into the common room below.

As soon as he showed up, those classmates who had already had breakfast cheered warmly again. He remembered going into the auditorium and facing other Gryffindor classmates, who all regarded him as a hero, and he was a little dazed at the thought.

But if he didn't go to the auditorium, he would have to stay here, leaving himself to be entangled by his classmates in the lounge. So he decisively walked towards the hole behind the portrait, pushed it away, and crawled out.

When he also came to the entrance of the auditorium, he just happened to meet Hermione walking out.

"Hello," Hermione said, holding a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin in her hand. "I'm here for you ... want to go for a walk?"

"Good idea," Harry said gratefully.

They went downstairs and passed the hall quickly without looking at the auditorium. Soon, they strode on the lawn that stretched towards the lake.

Durmstrang's big ship moored on the lake, casting a dark reflection in the water.

It was a cold morning, and they kept walking, chewing bread, and Harry and Hermione discussed the accident together.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up yourself," said Hermione after he had finished everything in the room next to the auditorium. "Of course I didn't!"

"Look at the look on your face when Dumbledore quoted our name! The question is, who put your name in? You know, Moody's right, Harry ... I think, No student other than Maca can do this! We have all seen that even Maca is not a very simple thing to do. "

"Did you see Ron?" Harry interrupted her.

Hermione hesitated.

"Hmm ... see ... he's having breakfast," she said.

"Does he think it's our name?"

"Um ... no, I don't think so ... actually not." Hermione said unnaturally.

"'Actually not', what does this mean?"

"Well, Harry, don't you understand that?" Hermione couldn't say, "He's jealous!"

"Jealous?" Harry asked incredulously. "What's jealous? Would he be willing to make a foreign appearance in front of the whole school?"

"Think about it," Hermione said patiently. "You know, it's not you or Maca that has caught everyone's attention-"

When she saw Harry opened her mouth angrily, she hurried to fill in: "I know you are not pursuing this ... But what do you say-you know, Ron is competing with so many brothers at home, you As his best friend, he is so famous again— "

"Every time someone sees you, he is left aside, and he silently endures it, never mentioning a word. But this time, it happened to be one more me ... both of us have a share, only He didn't, as if we had abandoned him. "With that said, Hermione paused." I think he can't stand it this time ... "

"Very well," Harry said resentfully. "It's great ... I think, as long as he's willing, I can trade with him at any time! Whenever one goes, everyone stares at his forehead stupidly. People! "

"Yes, that's right," Hermione said simply. "You should talk to him with this sentence, only then can you solve the problem."

"I don't want to chase him everywhere, and teach him how to mature!" Harry said. "When will he believe that I am not happy? Maybe when I break my neck, or-"

His voice was so loud that the owls on the tree next to him flew up.

"That's not child's play," Hermione said softly. "It's definitely not child's play!"

She hesitated, and then got closer, and said in a very small voice: "Harry, Marca secretly gave me three bottles of potion last night, and told me-"

"I know, I received it, too," Harry interrupted. "Just this morning, I saw a package by the bed, and I guessed it was Maca."

"Really--" Hermione's expression stiffened, but she continued the next second. "Then you should have seen it, too, and Maca also thinks that this top three battle will be very dangerous!"

"Harry, I've been thinking--you know what we should do, don't you?" She reminded softly.

"Yeah, give Ron a hard kick--"

"It's a letter to your godfather!" Hermione said angrily. "You must tell him what happened. He didn't write before asking you to write to him everything about Hogwarts. Did he seem to have expected this to happen. I brought out some parchment and a quill-- "

"Stop talking nonsense," Harry said.

He looked around ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and saw that no one could hear them, but there was no one in the empty space.

"Last year you saw it too-he was so impulsive, if I told him someone asked me to sign up for the top three hegemony, he would probably rush straight into the castle-"

"He wants you to tell him," Hermione sternly said, "Anyway, he will know sooner or later--"

"but--"

"This time Maca seems to have something very important to do-he even just pretended not to contact us just now." Hermione said seriously, "Since he can't be with us, we must ourselves It's long been planned ... we can't always rely on Maca to help us. "

"Okay, okay, I write to him." Harry said, and threw the last piece of bread into the lake.

The two stood there, watching the bread float on the lake for a while, then a huge tentacle came out of the water and caught it.

Soon after they left, a tiny hummingbird flickered past a tree by the lake.