Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Generally speaking, young people always go to their favorite boys and girls to participate in the ball. Of course, for a special Christmas dance like today, many younger students will also look for dance partners to "can participate".

But don't forget, since ancient times, prom has been a social etiquette in a broad sense. There are many reasons to hold a dance party, and the reason for choosing a dance partner is even more important.

Today, Maca did something that surprised all the little wizards, but in the eyes of the elders, it turned into a warm picture.

Well, in fact, probably, maybe, maybe-it's still "slightly" so visually shocking.

At this moment, the walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, the starry night sky was hanging on the ceiling, and hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and garlands of ivy were hung.

The four college tables in the middle are gone, replaced by a hundred small tables with lanterns, each seated by a dozen people.

But Maca didn't squint. He ignored all the inexplicable sights thrown at him, walked smoothly with his dancers, passed the warriors who were standing at the door, and walked calmly to the center of the auditorium.

"Is that ... am I seeing it wrong?" Harry stared at Parvati next to him in shock, and couldn't help turning his eyes back to Maca and his partner again.

Hermione, who was standing next to Krum, didn't hide the shock in her heart, she even unconsciously let go of the arm that hooked Krum's arm.

Even Snape, who was standing next to the main guest's eyes, widened his eyes and his movements froze.

For a while, the originally lively auditorium became audible.

"Ahem-Severus."

Dumbledore coughed, reminding Snape.

"Oh, um ..." Snape ripped the corner of his mouth, then cleared his throat, "Warriors enter!"

Harry finally returned to God, and they and their respective dance partners lined up two by two and went in. They rushed in and headed towards the main table where the referee was sitting.

It wasn't until now that the people in the auditorium remembered that it was time to applaud.

The warriors came in front of the guest table, and Dumbledore stood up. He just smiled and couldn't see much expression on his face.

On both sides of Dumbledore, Professor Orson looked like a toothache; Madame Maxim looked closely at the special dance partner of Maca.

Only Ludo Bagman remained the same.

He is wearing a bright purple robe tonight with big yellow stars printed on it. At this moment, he was slap hard and looked quite excited.

It is worth mentioning that the three warriors and their respective dance partners did not dare to stand side by side with Maca. After all, the deterrent power of his dance partner to other warriors is too great ...

"Is this appropriate, McLean?" A serious, calm voice came from Macar, seemingly indifferent to the strange eyes around him.

"I think it's good ..." Maca said quietly, "Professor McGonagall."

Yes, that's right! Machana's unexpected dance partner was Hogwarts' deputy principal, Dean of the Gryffindor Academy, and a deformity teacher who always respected and feared the students-Milleva · Professor McGonagall!

Today, our beloved Professor McGonagall is wearing an ordinary red plaid robe, and the hat brim is decorated with an unsightly circle of thistle grass, as she usually stares at the front with a stretched face.

"Please take your seats. Dancing with strength after dinner!" Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and took the lead to sit back in his chair.

Until now, Harry had noticed that Mr. Crouch did not come today. In the fifth seat by the table was Percy Weasley.

The warriors and dancers approached the table, and Percy opened an empty chair beside him, and looked away from Professor McGonagall to Harry. Harry understood what he meant, and sat down beside Percy.

Professor Maca and McGonagall sat beside Madame Maxim on the other side.

There was no food on the shiny golden plate, but everyone had a small menu in front of them. The little wizards mostly picked up their menus and looked around-obviously there were no waiters here.

Dumbledore watched his menu carefully, and then said very clearly to his plate, "Pork chops!"

The pork chops appeared on his plate immediately. The little wizards immediately realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

Then, they took the food as a life-saving straw and drank it.

Maca's dancing partners are so shocking that they have not completely relieved God until now!

"Mr. McLean, you have something to tell me ..." Professor McGonagall calmly placed the food. Then he cut it gracefully while picking up his knife and fork. "Can you talk now?"

When Professor McGonagall spoke, Maca was still looking at the menu in his hand. After he heard Professor McGonagall's question, he shook his head slightly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal ..." he also said casually, "as I said at the Halloween party-no matter which school I belong to now, I can't erase my time in Hogwarts. Time. My precious friends are still my friends, and the teacher who enlightened me must be my teacher forever ... "

"Professor McGonagall, I think ... I should invite my transfiguration teacher to dance a song. Isn't that right?"

Professor McGonagall blinked, and she nodded earnestly.

"McLean, you can think that way. I'm very happy. I don't know what you're planning, but I have to remind you-at least I'm always on Hogwarts' side. I don't Hope that one day, we will point each other with magic wands, and that will be the most painful thing I can encounter ... can you understand? "

Although Professor McGonagall's tone was not so strong, the connotation contained in it made Harry and them slowly stop the knife and fork in their hands.

"Professor McGonagath, Macka ... Oh!" As soon as Harry started, Hermione, who was not far from him, kicked him under the table.

He bent down quickly, clutching the front bone of his calf, grinning in pain.

"Of course, I can understand that feeling—" Maca nodded calmly at Harry and continued to Professor McGonagall. "I didn't mean to go against Hogwarts, at most ..."

He glanced at Dumbledore and said: "At most I just want Professor Dumbledore to give me an explanation, for the original thing."

Dumbledore looked at Maca sharply, but did not speak.

"Steak," Maca said, setting the menu aside and picking up the knife and fork.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also looked at Dumbledore-she had actually asked many times, but Dumbledore never gave a clear answer.

She looked at Dumbledore for a moment now, and finally set her eyes on the plate in front of her.

"Speaking of them, are these words usually okay?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Why should it be today? Someone is waiting for you, I believe you should know, McLean?"

When Hermione heard this sentence, although her expression did not change, her right hand trembled a little, and the knife in her hand creaked on the plate.

But Maca didn't notice it at all. He smoothly discharged a small piece of cow that had been cut into his mouth, and the tender and juicy beef was melted in the mouth.

He waited until the beef in his mouth slipped into his belly before answering Professor McGonagall's question.

"Seriously, we are still young and have a lot of time to do what we have not had time to do now-we can miss, regret, think, and try to save again. This is the benefit of being young." He said, " But-maybe a little rude, but as wizards, we shouldn't avoid it-"

"I mean ... Professor McGonagall ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You are no longer young. As a student of yours, if I can't restore your impression of me now, then ... Who could have expected things? "

Speaking of this, Maca suddenly burst out a smile, he said playfully: "Not to mention, you think that year, you are a talented girl who is proud of Hogwarts! Not only has she become the chief and the chairman of the Girls' Student Union, .Ls and s won top scores in all subjects as 'excellent'; as for the 'Most Potential Newcomer Award of the Metamorphosis Today', let alone-"

"I can't find another dance partner like you-I don't?"

Professor McGonagall blinked awkwardly, but she didn't expect that Marka knew so well and told her in public.

"This old thing ... what else does it say ..." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but blushed and murmured.

The call made by Maca made the atmosphere on the table more active. The little wizards whispered to each other and their companions, and Mrs. Maxim, who was sitting on the other side of Maca, began to talk to him.

Krum seemed happy because Hermione had finally spoken to him-they hadn't spoken a word from the beginning!

"Ah, we also have a castle, and I don't think it's as big as this one, and it's not as comfortable as here," he said to Hermione. "Our only has four floors, and it can only be ignited when magic is performed. It's spacious-but the days are short in winter and we can't play on the field. In summer, we fly outside every day, across the lake, across the mountains-"

He said, suddenly paused, then glanced at Maca. ) Download Free Reader !!