Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hermione, sit down first!"

Maca took Hermione back to the study, and he sat down on the sofa first.

To be honest, members of the Order of the Phoenix know that Maca has always been busy, because every time they come to the study, they will see him drilling in the "hill" formed by magic books and various documents, regardless of Busy day and night.

Maca's time for sleeping seems to be short every day. Although people sometimes worry about his physical condition, he becomes used to it after he finds that he is in good spirit every day.

But at least, if it's okay on weekdays, everyone will not get used to disturbing him in the study.

This holiday started from living here. Hermione hasn't come in a few times until now, but every time I come in, I find that the space here seems to be constantly "crowded".

"Do you have more stuff here?" Hermione picked up a notebook piled on the sofa and flipped it, only to find that it was full of seemingly incomprehensible symbols and formulas.

"I think so ..." Maca shrugged. "But at least there is room to sit. Don't care if it messes up. It's okay to push away."

"I think this is messy enough!" Hermione said dissatisfied, "Will you not clean up?"

"They're neat in my heart." Maka smiled. "Don't talk about this anymore ... Actually, I planned to find someone you would talk to you a long time ago, and it was just an opportunity!"

"Opportunity?" Hermione said puzzledly. "I mean I saw your lies?"

"No," Maca shook her head. "I mean, I want Harry to make a choice ... Speaking of you, me, Harry, Ron, and of course, other students."

"Of these people, you are the only one I think is the smartest."

Hermione blushed as soon as she heard that Maka actually praised her so rare, but immediately raised her head proudly.

"Really?" There was a look of joy in the corners of her mouth.

"Of course it is true! Your strengths are obvious, smart and hard-working, and you are meticulous in learning ... but, likewise, your shortcomings are obvious-you are not very good at understanding things that are not logical, right? "

"Oh—as you say, it seems like that!" Hermione scratched her messy hair in annoyance.

"Because of this, although you can quickly remember all kinds of magical knowledge, you cannot study them more deeply. Because most of the knowledge about magic requires 'imagination' and 'sensation' ..."

Unconsciously, Maca guided Hermione into a state of "learning". Time passed gradually, and it was time for dinner soon.

When Hermione glanced unconsciously at the wall clock, she suddenly returned to God.

"Oh! Why have we been talking about learning and research?" She wondered, "I thought you were going to talk to me about Harry!"

"Some things Harry needs to face by himself," Maca said gravely. "We have been fighting against the return of Voldemort, and you and Harry are the people I think are most likely to be the power to protect everyone. ... "

"At least there are many people and things I want to protect, and I believe you are the same with Hermione. So I hope you can grow up as soon as possible, learn more about the magic knowledge and turn them into your own strength."

"Now Voldemort is lurking temporarily, and we can't be sure when he will make a comeback again. But it is foreseeable that when he reappears in our sight, the danger will become everywhere ..."

...

Harry finally picked up the courage to accept Maca's mission, and although he still had anxiety for the upcoming Ministry of Magic, at least, he had already taken the first step by his own willpower.

While having dinner on Wednesday night, Mrs. Weasley turned her face and whispered to him, "I've ironed your best clothes, and you put them on tomorrow morning, Harry, I hope you wash your hair again tonight Wash. A good first impression is a miracle. "

Hearing this, Harry felt like a brick had fallen into his heart. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny all stopped talking and looked at him.

"In fact, you don't have to worry too much. Voldemort cannot completely penetrate the Ministry of Magic, calm down, just do what I say."

Harry nodded and wanted to keep eating his spare ribs, but his mouth suddenly became dry and he couldn't chew.

"How do I get there?" He tried to make his voice sound indifferent.

"Arthur takes you with you to work," said Mrs. Weasley gently.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table. "You can stay in my office until the time for trial comes."

Harry looked at Sirius, but before he asked, Mrs. Weasley answered.

"Sirius, of course, can't go with you, does it?"

"I think it's quite correct." Sirius gritted his teeth and grunted his fork into a potato.

At 5:30 the next morning, Harry suddenly woke up completely, as if someone yelled into his ear.

He lay there motionlessly, and slowly, going to the Ministry for trials filled every cell of his brain.

When he felt that he could no longer bear it, he simply jumped off the bed and put on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley had put the freshly washed jeans and T-shirt by the foot of his bed, and Harry fumbled to put them on.

Ron lay on his back with his legs stretched out, his mouth wide open, and he slept soundly.

Harry crossed the room and reached the stairway outside the door, closing the door gently with his backhand, and Ron on the bed remained motionless.

He walked down the stairs lightly and came to the kitchen below.

He had thought that there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard a low voice coming from behind it.

He opened the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks sitting there as if waiting for him.

Maca and Hermione were also there, and they seemed to be talking softly into several notebooks.

They were all neatly dressed, only Mrs. Weasley was wearing a purple pajamas. As soon as Harry entered, she immediately stood up.

"Eat breakfast." She said as she pulled out her wand and hurriedly walked towards the fire.

"Good morning, good morning, Harry," Tonks yawned. This morning her hair was blonde and she was lazy.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very good," Harry said.

"I didn't ... ha ... haven't slept all night." She said, trembling and yawning, "Come and sit down!"

She dragged out a chair and overturned the next chair.

"Tonks, don't be busy ..." Marka looked up, yelling, "Don't you often complain that you always knock things over, the best way is not to touch them."

"Do you manage it ... ha ..." Tonks had no energy to argue, and it seemed really sleepy.

"What do you want, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked loudly. "Porridge? Muffins? Smoked fish? Ham and eggs? Bread?"

"Just get the bread, thank you," Harry said.

Lupin glanced at Harry and said to Tonks, "What did you say about Scrimgeour?"

"Oh! By the way ... ha ... we need to be more careful, he started asking me and Kingsley some weird questions." Tonks waved his hands.

Marka thought for a while, and urged: "Pay more attention to whether he shows a sloppy expression when he is not talking. Scrimgeour is still very principled. If he is not controlled by a powerful soul-cure spell, Is still more credible. "

"Kingsley feels the same way, but it's not easy to see the Soul Spell!" Tonks said bitterly.

"This is really not a good way ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can only observe more." Maca shrugged.

They didn't ask Harry to join the conversation, which made him subconsciously relieved, and he was always restless. Mrs. Weasley put two slices of bread and marmalade in front of him, and he ate them hard, with a taste of chewing wax.

Aside, Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side and began to take a closer look at his T-shirt. Tuck the label in for a while, and then flatten the seams on your shoulders.

To be honest, Harry really hoped she wouldn't do this.

Maca seemed to see his thoughts and smiled. "It is true that you have to pay attention to the appearance. Those guys are very concerned about these, so you should pay attention to your words and behaviors."

"Maca, I can't work the night shift tomorrow, I'm too ... ha ... too tired." Tonks said, and yawned again.

"I'll do it for you," said Mr. Weasley. "I'm fine, I'm going to get a report anyway."

Mr. Weasley did not wear a wizard robe, but a pair of thin trousers and an old short jacket. He turned his gaze from Tonks to Harry.

"how do you feel?"

Harry tilted his head, and although he was disturbed, he didn't know what to say.

"It will be over soon," Mr. Weasley said to him. "In a few hours, you will have nothing left ... Don't worry too much about the task, it is not necessary to complete, Isn't it? "

Harry pursed his lips, glanced at Maca, and said nothing.

As Mr. Weasley said, the task that Maca gave him was not indispensable, but he felt that this was actually an opportunity that Maca gave him.

An opportunity to break through and regain courage, he really wanted to hold it firmly.