Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... don't worry, you've done everything you need to do, and just wait. Road.

"But ... no one knows what he will do!" Fudge said in the smallest voice he could, "I tell you, it's too dangerous!"

"Did I say that? All you need to do is wait, there is nothing you need to do." Maca took another sip of butter beer, and added, "As long as you don't show up, he will never Know what you did, didn't you? "

Fudge's heart struggled, and it took a while before she sighed.

"Well, that's it!" He let out his hand helplessly. "I should go back. There is still a lot of work to be done in the ministry. I can't spend my time on drinking."

Maca shrugged, "Isn't this the life you chose?"

Fudge smiled bitterly. After leaving a few Yinxi Ke on the table, he turned and left in a hurry.

Seeing that Fudge was gone, Maca then carried his butter beer and walked over to a table of students by the door.

"Luna, do you want to go after I've finished talking?"

The students at this table were all from Ravenclaw College. When he was talking to Luna, a beautiful dark-haired girl sitting next to Luna smiled at him.

"What were you talking about with Fudge just now? God is mysterious ..."

This graceful and generous oriental girl is called "Autumn Zhang".

To be honest, as a girl, she is still very popular in Hogwarts.

The reason why she is popular may be a factor, but it is more because of her unique tenderness from the eastern blood.

Of course, I have to mention that she is also another player in the Ravenclaw Quidditch Academy team.

Who would not like such a beautiful young girl who is good at learning and good at sports?

Ok! Now, there was one in front of her.

"Just talking about Azkaban." Maca casually said, "You know, I just came out from the inside and can give some advice to the Ministry of Magic that will at least make it not so easy for prisoners to escape. . "

"Oh," Qiu Zhang pursed his lips and whispered, "Okay."

She actually has a lot of questions to ask Maca. After all, Maca's experience can be considered very, very special. However, not everyone has the courage to mention Azkaban.

In fact, Maca talked about it on purpose, and what he wanted was to stop Qiu Zhang from asking any more. He had to hurry up and accompany Luna for another stroll, so that he could take a chance to take a break, and then go back and continue to do things he can never finish.

Maca and Luna left the door together, and in the corner on the other side, Hermione was standing swollen by an empty table with two glasses of butter beer, watching as they walked out. door.

"Hey, Hermione Butter Beer"

On the side, Harry still huddled in the stealth cloak, hurriedly, Hermione filled a cup under the stealth cloak with annoyed annoyance, and the splashing butter beer splashed directly on Harry's face.

"Oh"

"Shut up!" Hermione interrupted Harry's whisper in a sullen tone.

As she thought about it alone, she sipped her glass of butter beer with a big mouthful. The sweet taste stimulated her taste buds, but did not make her mood better.

Poor Harry was ignored again. He didn't understand why Hermione was getting angry again.

After a while, a large, disheveled back of the head appeared in the crowd, which only slightly distracted Hermione.

"Hagrid?" She said strangely.

Harry wondered, was it strange to meet Hagrid in the three brooms? When he stood up carefully, he found that Hagrid was lowering himself and talking to Professor Moody!

In front of Hagrid was the mug of beer he used to drink, while Moody drank the contents of the curved bottle he carried.

Mrs. Rosemetta, the beautiful owner, seemed to be dissatisfied with this, as she packed the glass on the table next to her, squinting at Moody.

She probably thought it was an insult to her warm mead, but Harry knew it wasn't.

During their latest Black Magic Defense class, Moody told everyone that he would rather prepare food and drinks whenever he wanted, because it was so easy for the black wizard to poison a cup unattended.

However, Harry didn't agree with this neurotic habit that would make him look very weird, just like Moody right now.

As Harry looked at them, Hagrid and Moody stood up and left. Harry waved his hand before he remembered that Hagrid couldn't possibly see him.

But Moody stopped, staring at the corner where Harry was with magical eyes. He patted Hagrid's back, whispered something to him in a low voice, then turned back together, and walked towards Harry and Hermione's table.

"How are you doing, Hermione?" Hagrid asked loudly.

"Okay ..." Hermione flattened her lips.

Moody limped around the table and leaned down. Harry thought he was looking at the notebook Hermione had just taken out, but he didn't expect him to whisper: "The cloak is great, Potter."

Harry was stunned.

"Did your eyes I mean, could you"

"Yes, it can see through the cloak," Moody whispered, "sometimes it works!"

His words did not sound meaningful, but Harry apparently couldn't hear them.

Hagrid also bowed his head and smiled at Harry. He must be invisible to Harry, but apparently Moody told Hagrid that he was here.

Hagrid leaned down and pretended to be looking at the notebook, saying in a very low voice that only Harry could hear: "Harry, come to my hut at midnight today to find me ... dressed Invisible clothing. "

Having said that, Hagrid straightened up and said aloud, "I'm glad to meet you, Hermione."

He blinked, then walked away with Moody.

"Why did Hagrid ask me to go to him in the middle of the night?" Harry said in surprise.

"Really?" Hermione said, looking surprised, "I don't know what he wants to do ... I don't know if you should go, Harry"

She looked around uneasily, and said in a low voice: "If you don't do well, you may miss the time to meet Sirius."

At half past eleven in the night, Harry, who had pretended to be in bed early, put on a cloak and hurried to Hagrid's cabin.

The ground was dark. Harry walked down the lawn toward the light from Hagrid's cabin. As he passed the huge carriage of Boothbatten, he saw that it was also brightly lit, and even heard Mrs. Maxim talking in the carriage.

"You're here, Harry?"

When Hagrid heard the knock, he opened the door and looked around, whispering.

"Yeah," Harry said, flashing into the hut and taking off the invisibility cloak from his head. "Have I come ... Oh, Marca?"

He was surprised to see that in Hagrid's cabin, Maca was standing by the table, and on the table in front of him was a pile of messy potions.

"Maca, you're here too? What are you doing?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Me?" Marka pointed behind Harry. "I'm Hagrid's personal image consultant today."

"What consultant?"

Harry hesitated for a moment. When he turned back, he could see clearly what Hagrid was like now by the light in the room ...

"Oh **** ... no, Merlin is on!" He was so surprised that Hagrid was still in awe at this moment, "I mean ... Hagrid ... is it you?"

God knows what Maca did to him!

Hagrid's disheveled, stiff-wire-like hair had now been draped softly over his shoulders, although he was still slightly curly, but it was deliberately made like this.

And Hagrid's body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is no longer his only furry brown suit. Maca didn't know where to get a set of black wizard robes embroidered with gold embroidery. Hagrid seemed to be thinner than usual.

Obviously, it didn't make him look at least five big and three rough anymore.

"This ... well, great!" Harry rubbed his eyes and said, "I almost didn't recognize it. I mean it."

"Apply this around your neck and under your armpits," Maca lowered the bottle in her hand, picked up another bottle from the table, and said to Hagrid, "Do n’t have more, just one drop for each place Can you hear me clearly? Just a drop! "

Hagrid took the potion bottle and carefully unplugged it. Suddenly, an intoxicating and strange fragrance quickly permeated the whole cabin.

Both Hagrid and Harry were fascinated by the scent, and only when Maca held her breath ahead of time, did she have a trick in her own potion byproduct.

He clapped his hands violently, waking Hagrid and Harry, and then signaled: "Look, it would be bad to use too much ... but it makes you understand what it does."

"This is an obsession?" Hagrid asked subconsciously.

But Maca shook her head.

"No, it just smells good, at best it is an olfactory enjoyment," Maca gasped, holding her nose and mouth, and then urged, "OK, hurry up and apply it ... remember, There can only be one drop per place, for a total of five drops. "

When Hagrid was done, Maca took the bottle from the table and put it back into the medicine bag around her waist.

"Ready? Let's go!" He said as he packed.

"Oh yes! Hagrid, what are you showing me?" Harry finally remembered his purpose. ) !!