Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"No, it doesn't make sense at all--"

"What doesn't make sense?"

"It's impossible for my parents to be together again, let alone give birth to a child? You don't understand, my **** father ... he always hates children, and he has long been disinterested in my mother ..."

In the potion preparation room, Maca reclined against the wall and sat on the hospital bed, sweat on her forehead, but her face was calm. []

In contrast, Snape, who had always been gloomy on weekdays, seemed quite irritable.

"So far, how could a young girl suddenly come out? There must be something wrong ... I remember Kingsley mentioned that the woman was already suspicious."

"So, when did your parents leave?" Maca said calmly.

Snape frowned, and sighed: "I know what you mean ... yes, if you just look at the time, it is not impossible ... Before that **** Muggle left, it also meant to be in the United States ... "

"So, after your father left, your mother chased it ... didn't you?" Maca continued asking.

"Following it is also a waste of time, that guy ... doesn't like people or things related to magic at all ..." Snape said dumbly, "No, he doesn't like anything very much, he has always been a boring guy."

"Anyway ... I suggest you take a look at that photo." Maca raised her head, her voice low, but she was unexpectedly firm. "At least what I saw was a couple smiling at each other."

"smile?"

Snape's hand clenched a little, but he felt like he felt his mind, and immediately relaxed.

"... how is it possible that I never saw him laugh."

He dropped such a sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode toward the crucible. The walking posture is as raging as ever, and there is a great momentum to put all the troubles behind.

But if you look closely, you will find that his pace is not as accurate as usual.

Maca didn't say much more, not only because he understood that what he had to say and what he had done was done, and then it was up to Snape how he would choose.

In any case, Maca knows at least-even if there is only one relative, it is much better than none.

After that, neither said much. As time slowly passed, the "cooing" in the crucible gradually calmed down.

"McLean, drink it ... McLean?"

When Snape called the third time, Maca's eyes moved, as if she had just heard it.

"Hmm ..." he said hoarsely. "Help ... me, a hand."

"Can you swallow it yourself?" Snape dragged him up and looked at him.

"It's okay ... that is, lying too long ... my body is numb ... it's nothing."

Maca said vaguely, moving her eyes, but her pupils had no focus.

"Don't talk about it like that at this time." Snape kept his raised hand away, and then put the test tube containing the liquid directly to his mouth.

After all the liquid was poured into Maca's mouth, Snape cleaned up the test bench, and then walked sharply to the door of the potion preparation room.

But when he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

"After the effects work, you can sleep ... then ..." Snape thought for a while. "Well, yes ... Dumbury asked me to bring you a word before I came over."

"Dumbledore? What's that?" Maca asked softly, her eyes narrowed.

"He said, I want to give you something ... Of course, now ... it'll have to wait for you to recover."

Before the words fell, Snape stopped no longer and turned around and left.

In fact, it was not a few hours before dawn. When the effect of the medicine gradually started, when Maca felt a fever all over him, he finally loosened his tight nerve and suddenly fell asleep ...

At noon the next day, Maca woke up from her bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he stumbled to see a person sitting on the edge of the bed.

"... Lena?"

Lena, sitting on the edge of the bed, heard the words and stood up immediately.

"Mr. McLean, good afternoon," she said quietly.

"Ok."

Maca rubbed her forehead and rubbed her temples, trying to support a somewhat heavy body, but unexpectedly her arms bent. Lena's eyes hugged him quickly.

"Thank you."

Lena shook her head slightly.

"Are you better?" She asked suddenly, "How long will it take to recover?"

The sister of the werewolf sister generally does not ask questions, although her behavior is very gentle, but in the habit of keeping distance from others, most of them will not continue to ask the same question like this.

But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.

"Well, it's okay, but it took too much energy yesterday ..." Maca leaned on the pillow and looked at her doubtfully. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Lenny, I don't want you to be in trouble."

Is that really the case?

Sister Lena put all her heart on that crazy little girl. Everything she expects will become the direction and motivation in her life.

"By the way, Miss Tia?" Marka suddenly remembered talking to Snape last night.

"Miss Tia is over the greenhouse, watering the flowing grass."

"Oh, it's almost full moon again ..." Marka nodded. "So ... have Snape gone to her?"

"No."

Upon hearing Lena's answer, Maca sighed.

...

At about the same time, the north tower of Hogwarts Castle.

The classroom of the divination class is at the very top of the tower, but if you have to say it, it is more like a loft without windows.

In fact, the divination classroom has windows, but the professor of divination Terry Launey always likes to use thick curtains to block the windows to death, even a little light can't be seen.

The lighting inside basically relies on candles.

Even so, this classroom does have a mysterious feeling, and the winter is quite warm. But in summer, it looks like a big oven.

In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron were sitting together, looking bored at Harry's diary.

They joked that this diary was a "dreaming diary," because there were records of their dreams. This is actually one of the homework assignments in divination, but ... not everyone can remember every dream clearly!

Most of this diary was made up by the two of them together. Just write a bit more about death, disaster, etc. In short, it's all about bad things.

Professor Trelawney liked that tone.

To be honest, this course is really a little clueless, they think so from the beginning.

"You said, what happened to Marka this time? It was only one day before he disappeared ..." Ron whispered beside Harry, looking at the diary.

"Well ... he's too busy," Harry shook his head. "If only we could help him ..."

"Who said no?" Ron agreed.

Just then, they creaked softly in their ears. The two turned their heads at the same time and saw Umbridge coming up from the trapdoor on the floor.

"Oh, that old woman again!" Ron complained in a minimal voice.

"At least she never went to the classroom of the ancient runes class after Maca's first lesson." Harry said, grinning lightly.

Not to mention the two of them whispering to each other. When Umbridge got out of the trapdoor, the little wizards who were laughing and laughing immediately became silent.

Probably because the voice in the classroom suddenly dropped. Behind the desk full of messy fortune-telling props, Professor Trelawney popped his head.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge still smiled, "Are you ready for a solution to my last question?"

"Okay……"

Professor Trelawney nodded his face, only perfunctory, then backed his head back.

Umbridge didn't care. She grabbed the armchair closest to her, dragged it to the front of the classroom, and placed it beside the desk.

It was just that there were too many things around the desk, she simply pushed away with her feet, and then she sat down.

"Hmm ... is it a little stuffy?"

Umbridge paused. She set aside a dazzling bag in her hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and then pulled out her magic wand, pointing at the thick curtain with one finger.

For a moment, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the dazzling sunlight came straight in, making everyone's eyes narrowed.

After doing this, Umbridge picked up her beloved bag again, took out the tablet from the inside, and lifted her chin with satisfaction, waiting for the bell of class to come.

Professor Trelawney put the quilt heavily on the table, even the divination props piled on the table shuddered slightly.

She shook her shawl with her trembling hands, and glanced at Umbridge through the eyes that were as thick as the bottom of the crucible.

"What's wrong, Professor Trelawney?"

Umbridge's sweet and grinning smile made Trilawney uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and still didn't answer, just don't go over and look at the little wizards in the classroom.

"Jingle Bell--"

The class bell finally rang.

"Today, we continue to learn the indicative 'dreams,'" Professor Trelawney said in her usual fluctuating tone, but without the dark atmosphere in the classroom, her deliberate expression looked even more Silly.

"... Well, please split into two groups and interpret each other's recent dream information with the assistance of the" Dream Interpretation Guide. "

After saying what to say, Trilawie just wanted to sit down, and suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here, Umbridge would have to come up and haunt her.

So she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk, and walked over to the students.

"Come, think of a dream!" Harry hurriedly urged Ron. [This chapter will be the first love audio novel network, please remember the URL ()]