Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Maca didn't really see anything surprising, but because he suddenly remembered that the one who invented the Horcrux production method was just lying under the ground?

In this way, it really makes sense.

No matter how many horrible Horcrux has made for himself, whether or not he has already lost his mind because of a broken soul, the most important thing is that he may not really die!

And what if I want to deal with a guy who can resurrect infinitely?

Maca immediately lowered her head, looking at the base of the Bewitching Monument with a suspicious and despicable Haierbo, mostly sealed by a Slytherin companyman with a coffin.

But, does this seem to be inconsistent with the situation described in the Book of Sin?

There was no mention of despicable Haierbo.

And, although Maca just walked that large circle along the Bewitching Monument just now, she didn't find any traces related to Slytherin.

So how did that "future self" know in the Book of Sin?

The enchanted monument is as dark as ink throughout, and the surface is as smooth as new. Except for the simple rough pattern decoration on the base, there are no other details to look at.

Since there are no clues around, it ’s either on top or on

"... No, I haven't lived enough!" Maca glanced at the base of the stele subconsciously again, then stepped on a magic book, and steadily rose to the top of the enchanted monument.

On top of the dark, jade-like stone monument, it is still as flat as a knife. Although some stones and dust fall on it, it slightly covers its black color, but it is still black and white.

Maca didn't dare to touch the stele easily, but first hovered for a while, then suddenly he noticed a silver light flashing from the corner of his eyes.

He looked at the glowing wand in his hand and flew towards the place where the flash appeared.

"this is……"

Behind a pile of rocks, the silver flickered again in Maca's sight, constantly reflecting the light emitted by the glowing spell of the wand.

"... a snake stick?"

He waved his wand, removed the messy stones, and cleared the dust by the way. Immediately afterwards, a shiny silver snake stick was fully revealed.

It was so obliquely inserted on the stone monument, just like an iron nail on a wooden board, but it was humble and deeply stuck on it, and even the confusing monument appeared several fine cracks.

At this time, Maca finally understood why in the Book of Sin, Sarah Chassleitling had sealed the monument of confusion. It seems that the monument of confusion is indeed still in the seal.

What was unexpected was that Slytherin not only sealed the monument to deceit, but also sealed the despicable Haierbo with the monument of deceit!

This is a beautiful serial seal.

But while Maca was still nodding his head for Slytherin's masterpiece, the Bewitching Stele still conveyed to him a piece of seductive message, one wave after another, as if never stopping.

...

Whenever people remember that there is nothing left to do, time always runs so fast that you can't catch up with your belt.

In Harry's nervousness and Hermione's expectations, June 23 passed quietly.

In the early morning of the next day, birds flew past the castle, shouting wailingly, announcing a gradual rise in temperature; the sky was blue and blue, as if brushed with oil paint brushes several times, no cloud was visible.

Oh Merlin's heel!

The third event of the Top Three Tournament is coming tonight! And three ... well, I mean, four warriors will come together to win the championship trophy!

The students in all three schools were very excited, but they didn't expect their warriors to win the championship even the little wizards of Durmstrang!

This is entirely because Maca seems to be lazy and unable to lift up every time he enters the competition, which makes them not sure. In the third project, will Maca continue to paddle and win the trophy? People.

Relatively speaking, Hogwarts students are more excited.

Especially at Gryffindor College, at the early morning table, they started to quarrel. No way, Hogwarts has two warriors, and they are both at Gryffindor College. Can't they cheer?

But Harry was very nervous. He didn't look very well. He might be too nervous to experience the pain in the labyrinth. Now he has cast a shadow on the top three.

The students are testing all day ...

That's right, the exam week has been entered in recent days, but the warriors in the top three are exempt.

When everyone was answering the questions in front, Harry and Hermione were sitting behind the classroom, flipping through the books to find some spells available in the game.

"Even if I can find one more!" Harry kept thinking, but he didn't get much.

"Porter, Granger, and the Warriors meet in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast." Professor McGonagall walked to the Gryffindor table and said.

"But the game only starts in the evening!"

Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on him and thought he had misremembered the time!

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "The relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals and you can meet."

When Professor McGonagall walked away, Harry stared at her back.

"She doesn't think the Dursleys will come?" He asked Ron blankly.

"I don't know," said Ron. "Oh ... Harry, I have to hurry, the exam will be late. See you later ..."

Harry quietly finished his breakfast in the auditorium, which was getting colder.

He saw Fleur Delacour stand up from Ravenclaw's desk and walk into the conference room with his sister. After a while, "Maca" walked calmly towards the other side.

But Harry didn't move, he really didn't want to go.

"Hermione, you go first! It must not be easy for your parents to come once ..."

Harry understood that he had no relatives who did not want to see his life-threatening relatives.

"What stupid thing are you talking about!" Hermione crossed her arms. "Do you remember what Maca said? Are you going to leave him there alone?"

"Oh ... yes, you're right ..."

Just as he slowly stood up, the door of the conference room opened and "Maca" leaned out his head.

"Harry, hurry up! They are waiting for you!"

Harry stood up in confusion and couldn't possibly come to the Dursleys? He walked through the hall with Hermione and pushed the door into the meeting room.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Furong talking nonsense to her mother in French.

Hibiscus's younger sister Gabri held her mother's hand and stared at Maca by the window with her bright and pure eyes, staring at it with a blink of an eye.

The Maca standing by the window looked a little bleak.

I don't know who opened the window. The gentle wind outside blew in, messed up his hair, and painted him a vicissitudes.

"Oh! Dad, mom! Are you really here?" Hermione said in surprise. "Is this all right? Do you understand where it is? Oh my god!"

Then Harry turned his head and saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing at the fireplace, looking at him with a smile.

"I didn't expect it!" Said Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically, and Harry stepped forward with a smile, "We thought about seeing you play, Harry!"

She leaned down and kissed Harry's cheek.

"How are you?" Bill shook hands with Harry with a smile. "Charlie wants to come, too, but can't get away. He said that the scene where you killed the bee was really wonderful, it was incredible!"

Harry noticed that Fleur Delacour crossed his mother's shoulder and looked at Bill with interest. It was clear that she had no objection to long hair and sharp-edged earrings.

But after taking a look, she turned her head back again.

"You are so nice," Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley, "I still think about Dursley"

"Well."

Mrs. Weasley opened his mouth. She has always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but every time she hears their names, her eyes get angry.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, looking at the conference room. "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of that crazy knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"

"Oh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is still there!" Said Harry, who had met Sir Cadogan last year.

"Where is Fat Lady?" Bill asked.

"She was there when I went to school," said Mrs. Weasley. "One day I returned to the dormitory at four in the morning, and she trained me hard."

"What are you doing outside the dorm at four in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in amazement.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes shining.

"I was walking with your dad. He was captured by the then Warden Apollon Princello and still has his mark on him!"

"Take us around, Harry?" Bill said.

"Okay," Harry said, and suddenly he caught Maca in the corner of his eyes. He paused immediately. "And Maca is here! Shall we be together?"

"Oh, we thought about it," Mrs. Weasley said, unfortunately, "but McLean said there was something to think about, so he couldn't hang out with us."

"Uh ... is that it?" Harry thought for a while. "It's okay, he likes to think, and he does the same. Since that's the case, then ..."

Harry turned his head and looked over to “Maca”, but saw that the other person was turning back in a hurry, pretending not to see himself.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Bill asked strangely.

"No, it's nothing ..." Harry scratched his scalp and said dumbly, "It just seemed a little ... um ... it's okay, should it be an illusion?"

Maca is often alone, who knows what has been busy lately? He still didn't bother.

To be honest, he didn't dare to approach Maca right now, because it always reminded him of some bad memories.

In Gabrielle's clear eyes, the "boy" by the window shook his hair and sighed softly:

"Oh! Today's wind is so noisy!"