Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After Maca smashed back into the mirror that day, the day seemed to calm down. Even if he knew that the calmness was definitely temporary, taking a breath of relief during this time would help him to smooth the ruggedness and gully in his heart.

Oh, and it's worth mentioning that Hogwarts finally started to snow again.

The rough outer walls of the castle were smeared with soft white by the fresh snow. This made Hogwarts, which was originally tough, a little more surprisingly soft.

Maca walked on the grass in the vestibule, covered with glittering snowflakes falling from the sky. Occasionally, one or two slipped across the cheeks, and the temperature let them melt away quietly, turning into a slight coolness.

When he looked back on the thin snow, Hogwarts Castle wrapped in the sky seemed to move out of a fairy tale. This exquisite picture reminded him of some childhood memories that had become blurred over time.

"Speaking of which, I also have time to yearn for this magical world ..." He smiled at him with a self-deprecating smile, and secretly said, "Can I now be regarded as 'happy'?"

When dreams suddenly become life, some people may be happy. But unfortunately, at least, Maca probably doesn't belong to that category.

Shaking his head slightly, he turned around and spread his legs, heading for Hagrid's hunting lodge.

"Well."

The knocking sounded suddenly, awakening the hibernated teeth of a hibernating dog who had just had lunch. When it heard it, it immediately flinched its tail into the corner, and then started barking loudly as usual.

"Wangwang, Wangwang ... Woowang!"

"shut up!"

Hagrid, sitting on the sofa playing with a book, snapped, and then stood up and walked towards the door.

With the squeak of the door opening, Maca, who was waiting outside, walked in quickly—Hagrid had been here a few times before, and he was as familiar as entering his own office.

"Oh, Maca, you are here. I'm getting a headache for the task entrusted to me by Professor McGonagall! Hurry up and help me get an idea ..."

Maca's side had just passed by Hagrid, and the other person had his arms around his shoulders. He just sat on the single sofa in the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid opened the book in his hand again and spread it in front of Maca.

"Look, I'm going to hide the tree guard pot in the mistletoe circle. Those cute little guys might be able to bring a little surprise to everyone ... Or, I'm still wondering if I'm going to get a little moon beast Come, I think they can always please girls ... "

Maca glanced at the illustration on the page, then nodded.

"Well, the moon demon beast is pretty good, and the eyes are big and round, it will really give people a cute impression ... it should be good to dress them up."

"Oh, that's it, I can rest assured that you said so," Hagrid said immediately, "then, yes, you can see this again ..."

As he said, he turned the book backwards until he reached the later part.

"Poisonous leopards, look at their poisonous sacs, wouldn't it look like a lot of white beards if they were white?"

Hagrid was talking, subconsciously touching his beard like an extra large steel ball, then nodding slightly with satisfaction.

"Well, the more you think, the more interesting, isn't it? And the poison leopard is very interesting ..."

"No, no," Maca quickly shook her head. "No poisonous leopards, they are too dangerous ... don't you worry that the students will be poisoned by that time?"

The poisonous leopard has a pocket-like poisonous sac that is retractable like a toad's chin, and will expand and contract as it breathes. And if the poison sac leopard had the idea, even breathing a breath can be mixed with powerful lethal toxins in the spit air.

However, Hagrid looked a little reluctant.

"Well, in fact, we can let everyone wear gas masks ..." He scratched his scalp and said with a bit of depression, "You know, the addition of them will definitely make the atmosphere more active!"

But after whispering for a few moments, Hagrid left this sloppy idea aside because of his trust in Maca.

"Okay! By the way, if you help me look at this ..."

Seeing that he was still turning the pages of the book while he was saying this, Maca hurriedly reached out and held the book. After all, there are magical creatures that are more dangerous in the future, and Maca doesn't want to make trouble.

"Okay, okay--" he hurriedly said, "I'll help you think about it, in fact, I already have a good idea, and I'll tell you a moment later!"

After removing Hagrid's hand from the book, Maca continued, "I think the two you were just fine. Well, it's not difficult to get the Moon Demon Beast, it is a sufficient amount of tree protection pots. Desserts ... You must prepare these two first, don't worry too much, it's still a long time! "

He urged Hagrid to take time out to contact the wizards who cultivated the magical creatures, and then he got up again and left.

"Are you leaving now? Don't stay for a cup of tea?" Hagrid said in a word.

But Maca waved.

"No, I still have to go to Slughorn ... he has his last class this afternoon, and I have to talk to him before he goes to the classroom. As usual, we can go to school together after school. Have a drink on the broom. "

"Really? Oh—" Hagrid glanced up at the iron frame of the fireplace, and the tea was almost ready. "Okay, then we'll see you later."

Maca, who had already reached the door, raised her hand without shaking her head, and then quickly left.

...

Potion classes have always been popular in Hogwarts, even when they were taught by Snape in the past.

Of course, the so-called "popularity" certainly does not refer to the students, but to the parents behind those students.

And this is mostly because the actual income of the graduate students will usually be higher than that of wizards who are good at other subjects.

No matter in which world, money always makes life better, doesn't it?

Perhaps it is this reality that reflects the importance of potions in the magic world. Hogwarts' potions class is not only a required course, but also has a large number of courses. After Slughorn took over the task of teaching this course, he took several lessons almost every day.

Just like this afternoon, he had already given a class to Slytherin and Gryffindor's fourth grade student, but he had to go to another class for fifth grade student until after school.

Marka counted the time exactly, and he happened to meet Slughorn in the hall just after class.

Seeing that the fat old man who had been attending a whole day of classes still looks like a spirited one, Maca also felt admiration in his heart.

Although this old man is often a little out of touch, he is indeed a guy who is very suitable for teaching and educating people.

"Professor McLean--"

"Good afternoon, Professor!"

Because this is just the end of the class, there are still a lot of students passing through the hall, they are moving to the next classroom.

"Well, good afternoon."

Standing in the doorway, Maca responded to the students passing by, and greeted Slughorn, who was opposite the flow of people.

"Professor Slughorn, here!"

In the somewhat noisy foyer, the fat old man seemed to hear someone calling himself from the noisy voice, and he immediately turned his fat-filled neck back and forth.

"Oh! McLean--"

When Slughorn saw Maca, the smile on his face increased a bit. But when he saw him from the left and right, he walked through the crowd with his belly and came to Maca's side.

"Do you have any lessons in the afternoon? If we drop in, we can walk for a while ..."

"No, I have no class this afternoon." Maca shrugged. "You know, there are not many students taking the Mowen course, but it's not as busy as you every day!"

With that said, he reached for another invitation and smiled:

"But it's okay to walk together. I just want to go upstairs ... Well, in fact, Professor McGonagall asked me to ask ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How is your preparation? Is there anything you can help? "

"There is nothing wrong with me, rest assured!" Slughorn smiled brightly. "I like this lively activity the most, and I think I am good at it!"

"Oh, that couldn't be better." Maca nodded. "If you can, make it as elaborate as possible ... I'll invite some friends to come and join us and introduce you to the meeting."

Expand your personal network-this is undoubtedly the favorite thing Slughorn does. It can even be said that he lives to know more people in his life.

Upon hearing Maca's introduction of a new friend, the smile on the face of this slightly vain fat old man immediately became a little stronger again, and he couldn't stop smiling.

The two walked forward while chatting, and along the stairs to the second floor, Maca temporarily separated from Slughorn and turned to a classroom on this floor.

Before long, he stopped at the door of the classroom where some students were already sitting, and watched the little eagles and magpies who were still in the second grade walking inward.

Maca knew that he had to wait here for a while before seeing the person he wanted to see.

After a while, when there were no more students in the corridor, and when the bell of the class would not sound any more, a dark figure all over the body appeared quietly, not far from the stairs.

"Professor Snape."

Seeing that the person waiting for him finally appeared, Maca took a step forward to welcome him.

"Can it delay you a little bit? Professor McGonagall said ..."

"No."

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