Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

No matter how bright the sun, it always goes down with the arrival of the night. The good times often make people lament the ruthless passing of time.

While Monday has not yet arrived, everyone is working hard to enjoy themselves for the last freedom of the day.

However, when the little wizards gathered in the auditorium and planned to have a sumptuous dinner with the friends, they found that the plates on the table were still empty.

"What's wrong? Isn't it dinner time already? Why haven't the food come out yet?"

The more students gathered in the auditorium, the sooner they would fill up their usual seats. Everyone whispered with their neighbours, and the whispered voice was immediately heard.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were also sitting in the middle of Gryffindor's table, frowning and exchanging glances at each other, a little anxious in their hearts.

Hermione, in particular, glanced from time to time at the teaching staff, but in addition to the middle principal seat, it was still empty, even in the place where Maca usually sat.

Professor McGonagall was still sitting in her seat, without a word.

Since Dumbledore left everyone forever, Professor McGonagall, the acting principal, has been reluctant to sit on the seat that belongs to Dumbledore, and it is the same today.

As for other professors, they are also sitting in their respective seats. Although their expressions are different, they do the same thing-they seem to be waiting for something.

"... Is Umbridge back? What tricks did she play?" Ron couldn't help but whisper.

"Who knows?" Hermione frowned. "Although I don't know yet, in reality, Umbridge's suspicion must be the biggest."

"You should know it later. It's useless to guess now." Harry looked at Professor McGonagall's grim expression, and his heart became heavier.

Just then, Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up. Without her speaking, the little wizards in the auditorium automatically stopped whispering and focused their eyes on her.

Everyone was obviously waiting a bit.

"Dear students, I have been waiting for you a long time. But before I started to cook, I had to tell you three things--" Professor McGonagall said with a grimace, "First, the news from the Greek magic world The Minos School of Magic, located in Greece, was breached by an unknown force. The specific situation of the local magic community is still under investigation ... "

In the entire European magic world, Hogwarts in the UK, Boothbaton in France, and Durmstrand in the Scandinavian peninsula are the three leading magic schools.

But in addition to these three schools, there are also some not so large magic schools, the Greek "Minos Magic School" is one of them.

In fact, in ancient times, this historic magic school was also one of the world-famous magic schools. But among the rolling river of history, for various reasons, this school has long since retired from third-rate.

But even so, the demise of a magic school is undoubtedly very shocking in the tone of the magic world that is now being stabilized and peaceful.

The same is true even for a magic school that is about to wither away.

But, after all, it was a thing far away from Greece. Although the little wizards were mostly shocked, no one understood it at the moment. Professor McGonagall so solemnly told everyone what the intention was.

When the students of various colleges were in doubt, Professor McGonagall continued to say--

"... Second, because the Minos School of Magic was suddenly broken, and the Greek Ministry of Magic must step up its investigations of the unknown power and protect the ordinary wizarding people. Under the situation of insufficient staff, the Greek Ministry of Magic wanted to survive The future of the students applies to the Wizarding Council for international assistance. "

"So, the three magic schools, including our Hogwarts, will each receive a batch of survivors from the Minos Magic School-"

Having said that, Professor McGonagall paused and then shouted, "Twenty-seven students are invited into the auditorium!"

The words did not fall, and the door to the side porch of the auditorium was slowly opened from the outside.

...

Half a day ago, the ancient magic script class professor's office.

Maca, who had just finished lunch from the auditorium, hurried back to here, before she sat down, she felt a magic wave coming from the door.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a knock on the door unexpectedly.

"Come in."

Maca wasn't sitting anymore, he just turned around and said something to the door.

The door of the office opened quietly, Professor McGonagall strode in, and nodded slightly towards Maca.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall," Marka said first.

The politeness of the two of them was naturally due to the presence of outsiders.

Professor McGonagall didn't come alone. Behind her, she was followed by a guy who no one wants to see at the moment-Dolores Umbridge, a professor who temporarily left the defense of black magic.

"Good afternoon, young--Professor McLean." Although it hasn't been seen for many days, the greasy smile on the old woman's face hasn't changed much, and it seems even more upset.

"Well," Maca said with a smile, "good afternoon, older--Ms. Umbridge."

Facing Umbridge's provocation, Maca naturally wouldn't be polite.

He didn't even use the term "professor" to call each other, because even though the old woman came back to continue her appointment, as long as she hadn't announced it publicly, she wasn't a professor at Hogwarts.

"Huh—" Umbridge didn't care, she just turned her head and looked at McGonagall. "Milleva McGonagall's acting principal?"

"Without your reminder, I'm not old enough to forget things." Professor McGonagall frowned, and passed a roll of parchment paper in his hand to Maca. "Professor McLean, look at this first. Let me explain why. "

Macalli took the scroll in confusion, unrolled it, and scanned it from beginning to end. Within a few seconds, he raised his head again, his eyes glanced silently over Umbridge's old face.

"Are you going to hand over to the head of the Wizarding Council? Of course it's okay ..." Maca said calmly, "but ... what the **** is the Greek magic world? What attacked Minos?"

He asked Professor McGonagall, but the visible line stayed on Umbridge's face all the time, and he seemed to want to see what was on the fake face covered with a sweet smile.

It's a pity that Umbridge didn't have the slightest change in expression at this moment, making people unable to read what she was thinking.

"I don't know. This may not be known until follow-up investigation by the Greek Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall shook his head slightly, and then continued, "Since you understand, I don't have much to say. Be prepared. After half an hour, you'll follow Ms. Umbridge! "

After all, Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the office. Umbridge immediately took two steps and followed.

She didn't want to stay here, it didn't feel good to stay with Maca. Although the two will definitely be alone for a while, the shorter the suffering, the better.

With a roll of parchment in his hand, Maca walked to the chair in the nearby pile of materials and sat down, unfolded the parchment again and looked at it again.

This is a document signed by the Greek Ministry of Magic, the Wizarding Council, the British Ministry of Magic, and the Hogwarts Quartet.

The content is roughly speaking: due to the terrorist attack on the Minos Magic School, the Greek Ministry of Magic applied for international assistance, requested that magic schools in Europe can accept the surviving students, and arrange for them to attend school and graduate normally.

The names, genders, and ages of the twenty or more students assigned to Hogwarts are also written on it. As for other contents, there may be other documents or information. Nothing was written.

"……Greece?"

Marka stared at the keywords on the file for a while, but didn't find much clue.

"Will it have something to do with Greenward or Voldemort?" He pondered for a moment, then shook his head first ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ at least it had nothing to do with Voldemort--his attention was completely focused on Britain The magic world, and for now, he must have no energy to reach that far. "

"So ... Is it Greenward?" Marka said puzzledly, "assuming he did it first, but what good would it do for him?"

He still knew something about Minos Magic School. No, I have to say, in fact, any wizard who has read through the History of Magic knows that this school has been completely destroyed in a past war.

And now the Minos Magic School was rebuilt on the old school site.

If you ask what can be achieved by breaking Minos, I believe that all wizards who know that history have only one answer-nothing!

The Minos School of Magic has long lost its inherent heritage, no matter the level of teaching or the treasures left in the school. Therefore, even if it is rebuilt with funds, the number of students it receives each year is quite limited.

Is literally on the verge of extinction.

"Maybe ... I think too much?" Maka re-rolled the parchment scroll inexplicably. "Modern Greek magic has always been a messy climate, and the local Ministry of Magic has been very difficult to maintain normal operation. No wonder this time it will apply for international assistance ... there is nothing unreasonable. "

"However, be careful, let's send someone to Greece first!"

After much deliberation, he took this one into his heart and stood up and walked to the office.

It's time to go hand in with the more than twenty students of Minos with the person in charge of the Wizarding Council, and change to a relatively formal wizard robe. ) Download Free Reader !!