Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry's right hand was shaking.

He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, trying to calm his breathing more and more tightly. He felt like there was a fire in his lungs, making it hard for him to even breathe.

But he couldn't stop, because Maca said before leaving, he was the one who could hold the sword.

Gryffindor sword, this is the current name of this sword. Thousands of years ago, Godric Gryffindor acquired it and used it to make a great name.

And now, the sword was held in his hand.

I remember Maca also said that this sword is powerful, but dangerous. Therefore, he can only stay in the responsive room alone, familiarize himself with it, wield it, and try to mobilize some power that belongs to it only.

"I call its power 'Anger', and if you want to be its true master, you must know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Remember what the sorting hat said? The characteristics of Gryffindor College are-courage, boldness, and boldness. It is the courage buried in your heart. The storybook Dumbledore gave you is to guide you. Will. "

"So, use your bravery to temper it-I dare not say that it must be correct, but based on some of my inferences, I don't think it will go wrong at least."

"Try it! From the moment the Gryffindor sword automatically appears in your palm, it means that it is willing to let you hold it!"

In Harry's mind, he remembered what Mark had said.

He didn't know where these so-called "inferences" came from, but he believed in Maca. Even ... even if he had clenched the sword once, it hurt Luna.

Macka didn't elaborate on Haierbo's story, but Harry's experience was terrible. Driven by Maca this time, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

Not to mention anything else, just to prevent being occupied by the opponent, he had to try it.

"drink!"

With a whisper, Harry lifted the sword again and slammed it out. The bright blade of the sword marked a flash of silver in front.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't feel any strange power from it.

"Ah! My arms are sour ..."

Harry shook his hands and muttered secretly.

...

Just as Harry waved his sword barefoot, Hermione and Ron were by the window hole at the end of the outer corridor.

There is a small platform where decorative items such as vases are placed, but now there is nothing left, but they can be left to sit.

In fact, except Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville were here.

Yes, Neville had just come out of the school hospital and had some bandages on his head.

In fact, his back was healed yesterday. After all, in the eyes of Mrs. Pomfrey, the trauma was trivial. It was only that Mrs. Pomfrey seemed to think that the head injuries should be treated with caution, so after the trauma healed, she applied some herbs to Neville.

Oh poor Neville, hope Mrs. Pomfrey's medicine will work wonders! If his brain can be better used in the future, it must be Mrs. Pomfrey's credit.

"... As long as I slipped, I have encountered so many things?"

Neville looked a little surprised after hearing Hermione's rough explanation. It's just that his tall body coupled with his shrinking head looks a little funny.

"No, it's not just your time to wrestle," Ron sitting beside said casually, "It's been a few days, maybe more than ..."

He said, turning over a small bottle in his hand.

It can be seen that there is also a silver glittering chain on the stopper, which just hangs around his neck and hangs on his chest.

Like Harry's storybook, this was a small gift given to Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this, there is a small piece of dung stone that has been kept in Hermione's bag.

"What is the headgear here?"

It can be clearly seen through the transparent bottle body that it is a delicate gray substance like dust. As he shook the small bottle over and over again, the sand inside it would tilt slightly.

But apart from that, there is nothing special about it.

"Ugh--"

Ron pursed his lips, ripped his collar back, and tucked the vial back.

Although Maca said, what Dumbledore gave them might have their meaning, and Harry's storybook had already been reflected before.

However, Dumbledore was Dumbledore after all, and if he didn't want to say it plainly, they wouldn't have guessed it.

"Hermione, is there anything new in your dung?"

Ron suddenly turned his head, and asked Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, even though there was clearly no expectation in his tone.

Sure enough, Hermione shook her head immediately.

"I've checked it a long time ago, and I don't know how many times, it's really just a dung stone ..." She didn't look back at all. "From this point of view, maybe Professor Dumbledore thought I would be poisoned?"

"Speaking of which, haven't you tried splitting it up to see it?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" After hearing Ron's words, Hermione finally turned and glared at him. "I wouldn't do that, let alone, Maca wouldn't suggest me to do that."

"Oh, this is great!" Ron reluctantly said, "Although we already know that Professor Dumbledore's gift is strange, we can't figure out what exactly it is."

His words seemed to rush to the end of the conversation just now, and the corner of the corridor was quiet again.

The world outside the window hole is still raining, Zelili is endless, giving people a way to slowly drown the entire world.

This feeling then aggravated the dullness in everyone's heart. Even Neville, who was unsure of the situation, was infected by the atmosphere.

To say that there is another person who feels good, it is undoubtedly Luna.

Instead of sitting with Hermione on the edge of the stone platform, she stood alone in front of the window hole and gently chuckled the cold bricks to look at the appearance.

Perhaps from time to time a gust of wind is blowing, and the rain and fog outside are also flowing in. You can see that the pale golden hair on the forehead was already stuck by the rain, but she didn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been fun. Even in the eyes of others, the rain brought only humidity and coldness, but in her eyes it was as fascinating as sunny.

The next moment, Luna was about to reach out and try to feel the rain and mist fall on her palm, but suddenly found that there was a person beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and gave a clean smile to Hermione who was next to her.

There was another gust of wind outside, and it was wrapped in a dense drizzle by the way. Both of them narrowed their eyes subconsciously, and Ren Yusi brushed his cheeks, messing up the hair ends in his ears.

"Luna," Hermione curled her hair back and said softly, "I want to say" I'm sorry "to you ... Yesterday you kindly invited me to Hogsmeade, but I ..."

"Huh?" Luna blinked silver-gray eyes. "It doesn't matter, it's the fault of harassing you ... But it's dangerous! I don't know that harassing you will be so powerful, maybe ... it's a new mutation. Variety?"

"Uh……"

Hermione blinked, too, not knowing what to answer.

Fortunately, Luna is not the kind of girl who has to go on. Seeing that Hermione seemed a little stunned, she took the initiative and gently took Hermione's hand, and passed a little warmth from her palm.

"Right! How did Maca help you drive the harassment puppets away? Dad said that he should put the silver crucible next to his head, and then the harassment puppets thought it was another head, so that they could at least halve them ... ... "

Listening to Luna's words that ran more and more crooked, and felt the trace of temperature in the palm of her hand, Hermione did not want to say anything about apology or apology.

In front of this girl, probably no one would like to talk about some of the more heavy topics.

Just then, while listening to the harassment, Hermione glanced out of the window and suddenly looked into her head, and looked carefully into the dense rain curtain outside.

The outside world is still hazy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, and as the sky gets darker, even the large lawn in the school courtyard seems a little fuzzy.

However, Hermione seemed to see some figures walking towards the school gate from a distance.

"Who are those ...?"

Along with Hermione's words, Luna also turned her head and looked at it, and soon "Oh".

"Professor McGonagall is in front," she said. "Professor McGonagall is easily recognizable today with her small black pointed hat ..."

"Spirit hat? You can see it?" Hermione suddenly wondered.

But soon, the appearance of the wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. Those people were getting closer and closer, and even at such a high position, Hermione recognized at least two of them except McGonagall.

At this time, Ron and them all reached the other window opening next to them, stretched their necks and looked down the castle.

"Behind Professor McGonagall is Babajid Akinbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards; behind him is Scrimgeour ..."

"Yes, Minister of Magic, we all know that," Ron interjected. "I just want to know if they came to school to ... well, anyway, call Harry first! Don't call Professor McGonagall anymore When we went, we saw Harry carrying a sword in his hand ... "

"Ok."

Hermione nodded, and walked first to the wall where the entrance to the Requirement Room was located.

But when she saw that she walked back and forth skillfully three times, then she reached for the doorknob. At the moment when the door leaf hurriedly formed, her palm was just on the copper handle, and the door opened just by twisting it slightly.

But the next second, a roar came out of the gap in the door.

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