Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The rising sun outside the window will spread to the earth with a warm light, and the pleasant climate will disperse the coldness of the past, putting a golden coat on Hogwarts Castle.

In the meeting room next to the auditorium, the sun slanted through the windows, filling the emptiness here.

Of course, this is an emptiness belonging to the "Maca" alone because he has no family at all.

Hibiscus's younger sister, Gabriella Coor, holding her mother's hand, flickering with big watery eyes in the sunshine, staring at the "Maca" standing alone by the window, bathing in the rising sun.

From Gabri's perspective, "Maca" happened to block the sun just rising, making her almost unable to see the expression of the other side.

All she could see was the outline of a juvenile ...

"Oh, today's wind is so noisy!"

An inexplicable sigh came gently from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a gentle spring breeze, and the hair that was tangled by the wind ... The sigh was like a cloud of smoke, but with some inexplicable dignity.

"..."

Gabriette pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment. Immediately after, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.

"Mr. McLean, the wind itself is silent!"

The skirt of the girl's feet fluttered slightly, ripples after layers.

"Maca" 's face froze, but she returned to peace again.

"Ahem ..." He cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's serious correction, "... but the wind seemed to sobb gently ..."

"Mr. McLean!" Gabrielle looked at him with pure eyes, earnestly, "The wind won't cry!"

Furong quickly stretched her hand, and then looked at the “maka” with her mother with some strange eyes. In fact, Furong was just confused, but the sister's mother frowned slightly.

"Gabrielle, don't talk to strange people." She regained her little daughter's hand and whispered in French.

Unfortunately, the "Maca" now really understands French.

A moment of embarrassment flashed on his face, but he immediately stretched his face again, trying to maintain the appearance of coquettishness.

"Maca?"

Before the three daughters of Drakul had time to say anything, Hermione suddenly spoke ...

"... Maca, don't you go together?" She beckoned. "That ... Rarely my father and mother are here. Let's go out and enjoy the sun together? Um ... and that ... 'wind of?"

"Miss Granger, isn't the wind ... hmm ..."

Gabriella's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth. She didn't understand. Are these warriors all outdated bards? Nothing to say here is a mess?

However, "Maca" standing up against the wind in the sun seemed to be stabbed to the itch at once, and the surprise on his face could hardly be concealed.

"Hmm ..." He straightened his expression and suddenly turned back towards Hermione. "Come on! Before the wind brings some bad things into Hogwarts!"

But at this moment, the door of the meeting room was suddenly opened, and Ron hurried in.

Didn't he go to the exam? How would it appear here?

"Maca!" Ron braced his knees, panting, "Oops! I" he swallowed hard, "... my crucible leaked again! Could I lend you I use? "

"Maca" paused, and took a deep breath, then nodded stiffly.

"... Yes, of course." He turned to Ron, saying in a very resentful tone, "but I want to tell you something first."

"There are a lot of second-hand crucibles in the scrap shop in Diagon Alley, and they are all sold at half price ... why don't you buy two more?"

The wind in June was not so loud. The crucible, whether it is full price or half price, once it is time to leak, it will naturally leak.

By the way, an insignificant thing is that the British potato chips are really hard to eat!

...

All day today is spent in peace, at least for the warriors and their respective parents and elders, it is true.

Disguised as Maca, Lockhart has never tried to attract the attention of a little girl since he planted a big heel in the conference room.

"What happened to the girls now? Remember when I thought that many young girls like this literary bard fan?"

On the sloping lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, muttering in confusion with his eyes closed ...

"Say ... I'm out of date?"

It was not until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium to enjoy the last dinner before the game.

Ludo Bagman and Connelly Foggie sat at the faculty seat. Bagman looked very happy, but Connelly Foggie, sitting beside Mrs. Maxim, was sullen and said nothing.

Mrs. Maxim buried her head for dinner, her eyes seemed a little red, and Hagrid at the other end of the table always looked at her.

The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, because everyone was nervous now, including Rohart disguised as Maca.

When the enchanted ceiling changed from blue to dark purple, Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty, and the crowds calmed down immediately.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite you to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the last match of the top three! Hey, please, Mr. Bagman, follow Mr. Bagman to the stadium Get ready. "

All four warriors stood up. Everyone's expressions are different. Hibiscus seems to be a little hesitant, and "Maca" looks down slightly, Hermione is relatively better, but the most nervous is our Mr. Potter.

"Do you feel okay, Harry?" Bagman asked as they stepped down the stone steps. "Are you confident?"

"Oh, yes," Harry said.

This was of course coping, and he remembered all the curses that he had kept practicing in his mind, but this did not make him feel better.

On the other side, Maca, who had been lowering her eyes, suddenly raised her head, with a trace of firmness hiding in her eyes.

When they walked into the Quidditch stadium, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.

A wide circular platform was set up on the original Quidditch course, completely covering the former huge hole with a lawn.

In the center of this circular platform, a shallow disk-shaped pit was pulled out, and there were four half-height gray-white stone pillars around it.

And just at the top of the stone pillar, is there a bottle of transparent medicine bottle containing powder particles of different colors? Is it flying powder? But why are there so many colors?

The entire site looks like an empty altar, and the four warriors are undoubtedly candidates for the sacrifice.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands.

Hundreds of students took their seats, and the air was filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.

The sky is now clear and deep blue, and the stars are gradually showing off. They flickered as usual, like countless eyes, watching everything here.

Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium and approached Bagman and the warriors. The bright red stars on their hats were all except Hagrid, whose red star was behind his thick velvet vest.

"We will be here at all times," Professor McGonagall told the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want rescue or decide to abstain, use a fire spell to ignite the powder in the bottle. We will have someone to help you and understand Yet?"

"Professor, is that flying powder?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "Yes, that's a special flying powder for this project. When they are ignited, the flying network nodes fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flame on the ground and connect. The flying route between the two places. "

"... But this special flying powder is very expensive. It is only used once. Please carefully judge the timing of use. Do you know?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, go and light the random flames of magic!" Bagman said happily to the four rescuers.

"Good luck, Maca, Harry, Hermione."

Hagrid whispered ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Four people walked towards the "Altar" in the middle and stood by the four pillars. Then Professor McGonagall took out a handful of flying powder and sprinkled it into the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a blaze of flames suddenly rose high, turning it into a bright green bonfire.

At this point Bagman pointed his throat with a magic wand, and said "a loud voice", so his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the top three is about to begin! Let me report the current score! The current leader is Maca McLean with 88 points, temporarily ranked first, Demst Long Magic School! "

There were not many applause and cheers, but they were by no means many. Many students who liked Maca were clapping hard to break the silent night sky.

"The second place was Harry Potter with 73 points, Hogwarts School of Magic!" Another applause sounded, and his home court advantage gave him more encouragement.

"Hermione Granger with 64 points, ranked third, Hogwarts School of Magic!"

Hermione received much less applause than Harry. After all, Harry's legendary experience made him destined to add a lot to others' hearts.

"Finally came fourth, with 62 points from Fleur Delacour, Booth Barton School of Magic!"

All that could be identified were Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione, who politely applauded Hibiscus in the stands, and in addition to that, only the students of Boothbatten.

Of course, there is a sullen Mrs. Maxim, who seems to think that Seremban is two points lower than Hermione!

At this moment, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand in a trembling spirit.

"Now ... Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle!" He shouted, "Three ... two ...! Let's head for the flame!"