Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The main color at night is always black like ink.

The red curtain, which is still bright during the day, will be dim in the dark; the golden tapestries hanging on the wall will also lose its luster in the dark.

Only on a clearer night, there will be an extra bright moon in the air, and it will be deserted like a veil of fog. At this time, the blackness of the chaos will be choked into a little silver light, which will make the night's blackness slightly lighter.

At this moment, in the bedroom of the Gryffindor Tower, the moonlight passed through the outer grille window, and the window sill and the wall were coated with a layer of slightly cool varnish.

"Harry, a few of them are asleep ... what's going on with Hermione? What did you find? You should also talk about it?"

Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror and looked at Harry, who was sitting on the window sill, with a clear gloom on his face.

"Ok."

Harry leaned diagonally against the window, gazing at the world enveloped by night. Moonlight glanced over his face and outlined his side with a hazy outline.

"Of course, I will tell you ..." he said, "but before that, I want to ask you something."

Seeing Harry suddenly felt a little mysterious, Ron couldn't help frowning.

"what's up?"

"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry still looked out the window, seemingly casually. "To be precise, it's you, Maca and Hermione. As your best friend, I I feel obliged to ask you a word— "

Having said that, he suddenly had a meal.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

Ron heard that the moment was a stun, and his pupils suddenly shook.

"How is it possible!" He felt a bit dry throat for a while, which made him swallow his mouth first. "Did I talk to you long ago? Hermione likes Maca ... this, all It's been so long, why do you still ask? "

"Don't say these are useless, Ron."

Harry turned his gaze and looked at the other side, which forced the latter to subconsciously look away.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" He asked again, "Answer 'yes' or 'no', isn't it enough? Why explain?"

"I ..." Ron pursed his lips, and his heart suddenly became upset. "I was asking you, telling me what you found out of Hermione? Don't ask such meaningless questions again! "

Although he was irritable, he still paid attention to his surroundings.

The other roommates were sleeping in the bedroom, so he didn't speak too loudly. It was only that some of the depressions in his heart were gradually provoked by Harry's words, and the tone had already aggravated accordingly.

Seriously, he had already buried it deeply, and even thought that he was almost forgotten.

however……

"You're just running away from the problem," Harry continued quietly. "Escaping cannot solve the problem-you see, as soon as I mention it, you immediately show great distress and anxiety. It doesn't mean you are saying ... "

"No!" Ron frowned, lowering his voice. "I don't!"

"Really?" Harry saw this and shook his head slightly. "That being the case, then you answer my question positively like a man-still like her? Or don't you like her?"

"you--"

Ron seemed to be arguing or explaining something, but Harry suddenly stood up and grabbed his front.

"look at me!"

Although Harry's words were not loud, they could even be said to have been deliberately lightened. But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been hit by a magic, as if even his soul was shaking.

So Ron turned his head involuntarily, and stared into the eyes of his best friend.

"You still like her."

Harry stared at Ron's eyes, and the sentence popped out of his mouth almost word by word.

"I ... still like her ..." Ron couldn't help repeating it.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Recapture her heart from Maca." Ron slowly said.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"Then what should I ... do?" Ron's eyes were confused.

"Leave your soul to me and I can help you."

"My soul ..." Ron half-plumped his eyes, seeming to be confused, "how can I give it to you?"

"Open your heart to me!"

I don't know when, Ron's face is only a piece of wood.

"Open ... heart-minded ..." he uttered.

"Right, that is it."

Harry said, gently loosening Ron's placket, and by the way smoothing out a few wrinkles. Then he saw a touch of Ron in front of him, and the latter suddenly fell to the ground and passed out silently.

"The gap between the human heart is always the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. In this regard, it will never change, regardless of the past millennium or ten thousand years."

When he said this, the corners of Harry's mouth seemed to be irresistibly tilted, and the smile was even colder than the moonlight behind him.

...

At this moment, Hermione was frowning on the sofa in the public lounge outside.

"Nothing ..." she whispered alone, "Harry isn't right, I'm a little bit wrong ... Why did I suddenly dismiss the idea of ​​looking for Maca? Why didn't Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the truth?"

In fact, in addition to these two points that she is most concerned about, there are more "wrongs" in Hermione's heart.

For example, why does the elf bundle the invisible beast Demi, and what use is that unfinished building? And at that time, why did the little guy take the initiative to cancel the stealth in front of her, but was surprisingly calm.

At that time, there were too many questions, which made her a little too late to think. But now that I'm sinking my heart, one by one, the troublesome doubts are coming.

Rather than sum it up to one point, that is why-why does an invisible beast suddenly bring out so many suspicious things?

"And then, why would Harry say 'see you in a while'? What did he want to say to me?" Hermione thought intently, and secretly asked herself, "Or, what did he find?"

After thinking about it, doubts are mixed together, and thinking becomes more and more difficult.

Just as Hermione wanted to overthrow the chaotic thoughts and think from another angle, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' bedroom.

She turned back and soon saw the familiar figure.

"Harry, come here, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, are you?" Harry nodded in the shadow of the doorway. "So coincident, Hermione, I have something to ask you!"

"What?" Hermione paused, but then continued, "Anyway, come here first, don't hold your arms there!"

"Ok."

Harry said as he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down in a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "I have a question that you can answer me—"

"What do you think of Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice. "Don't say it easily, think about it ... look at the real thought in your heart."

When he said this, his voice seemed to be a little more indescribable magnetism, and every word was full of magic that immersed him in it.

"... the real idea?" Hermione blinked, repeating hesitantly.

...

At the same time, the ancient runes class professor's office.

Maca sat behind his desk, rubbing her cheeks and staring at the two sheets of paper on the table. One is a rule rune guide originally attached to the Book of Sin, and the other is the scroll of truth.

He had been thinking about the rule rune after reviewing the horse race stone formation in that dragon cave.

No matter how he felt, he couldn't understand the mystery.

Although he has realized somehow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ that rune may be a key to solving many problems. But in terms of research, the science of Muggles and the magic of wizards are the same. They pay attention to accumulation and gradual progress.

In fact, Maca was not too anxious before Eun Ravenclaw suddenly popped out. Even if Haierbo climbed out of the ground, it just made him focus more on his life.

But because the old Eun's words involved too many things about Royna, and various contradictory statements and experiences, the calm Maca had to be anxious.

Don't forget, Royna's trial came back shortly before!

"This terrible couple ..." Maca, leaning on the table, leaned back against the back of the chair, rubbing her sore head, "Royna ... no, Royna Pull ... Are you the 'liar' in my mouth in the future? Or the 'great witch' everyone calls? "

"Or maybe," he sighed, "actually both?"

It is difficult for Maca to believe something. Especially in situations that are always linked to their own lives, necessary but excessive caution often complicates things.

What he didn't know was that while he was trapped by the problems around the millennium, some not-so-good things had spread to him silently.

"call--"

Maca breathed a sigh of relief again, but it was also difficult to relieve his exhaustion.

"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help whispering to himself, "when you faced so many messy things, what made you really let go of everything and ran?

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