Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Sunlight came in through the cracks of the shabby tan curtains, and the fresh air in the morning washed away the dullness in the small attic a little bit.

Maybe it's because it's too close to the sea, the humidity here is still as high as ever.Even in the attic, there are still moss arbitrarily climbing and expanding their territory in the corners, leaving behind inexplicable patches of vitality.

When the men in London are still hugging their wives-or their lovers in the blankets, that's not sure; in short, when those guys are sleeping soundly in the soft bed, the people of Torpoint are already busy. stand up.

This is the morning in the port city. It didn't take long to let go of the drunken fans of last night, and once again ushered in a new round of noisy and busy, as if people don't need sleep.

Of course, all these vibrant scenes must have nothing to do with the residents of Taimo Lane.

Maca is a resident in this dark alley east of Torpoint. Although he was born in Plymouth, what does it matter?

The poor have the way of the poor, and they will naturally have their choices. In this alley full of "ideals" and "future", it is much safer to live than in Plymouth where many forces meet.

Here, there is not much official sight, and there is no key power of chaebol behemoths. Those are all in Plymouth!In this dark port city under the lights, there are only various undercurrent transactions sinking under the water.

Although Maca is not very old, but with his innate intelligence and extraordinary shrewdness, he lives here day and night.Two hours ago, he had just returned from the colorful night scene. He was sleeping in a slightly stale bed!There are a few more cargo ships on the wharf, where he can manage them.

Just as he was lingering in his colorful dreamland, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings outside the curtains, as if something had fallen on the narrow window sill outside.

"Boom boom boom"

It seemed that a bird was pecking at the window frame, and a dull voice came in through the curtains.

Maca frowned in her sleep, but was not awakened.He turned over, and the quilt was pulled over his head to cover his head.

"Boom boom boom"

There were three soft sounds, as if knocking on the door, making people a little concerned about what was tossing outside.

"Boom, boom—"

It was three more times, maybe it was the last peck, or something. The old window glass immediately delivered its mission, and the glass shards fell to the ground.Had it not been for the curtains, the glass slag would have splashed all over the bed by now.

The shabby quilt was suddenly lifted, and Maca sat up with staring eyes.Yomo hadn't woken up yet, and saw him looking around, his confused appearance made people quite uncontrollable.

Suddenly, Maca, who was stunned, opened the curtains, but was stunned.

Outside the window, a pale gray owl was standing there, his big eyes meeting Maca's line of sight.Not long after, the owl actually tilted its head and screamed dryly, seeming to be a little bit embarrassed about his mistake.

Maca blinked twice, not knowing what expression to make for a moment.Because he discovered that he actually saw the kind of agility that only humans can reveal on an owl.

"Is the IQ of an owl that high?" Maca found that he was a little skeptical of the direction of life.

"Goo—"

When Maca was full of question marks, the owl gave a soft cry, then stretched out its left paw and placed a letter on the edge of the window sill.

The address is written in emerald green ink on the heavy parchment envelope, and there is no stamp on the envelope.Maca froze, stretched out his hand and picked it up, only to see a fiery red wax seal and a shield coat of arms on it.Around the capital "H" letter, lions, eagles, badgers and snakes each occupy a quarter of the space.

At the top of the coat of arms, there is a word that is unfamiliar and familiar to Maca.

"Hogg, Watts?" Maca spelled out the word, his tone full of surprise and confusion.

He didn't rush to open the envelope, but stared at the shield-shaped emblem blankly, but his thoughts drifted further and further.It took a while before I came back to my senses.

He silently left the envelope on the bed, and while curling up, he hugged his head tightly with his pale and thin arms.The dark lustrous black hair slumped messily between his fingers, seeming to tell the dim and bitter past of these years.

"It's only now..." For a long time, Maca squeezed out a moan full of pain from his dry throat, "Uh-this is ridiculous."

A sea breeze suddenly came in from the window, making it extremely cold.

Yes, Torpoint in June is still a time that has nothing to do with heat.

...

The sun gradually rose a little, and the sunshine brought a mellow warmth to this coastal town.Maca sat on the slope of the roof outside the window, leaning on the outer wall of the attic and looking at the gleaming surface of the Taima River.The morning sun rises from the junction of water and sky, coating the blue river with a layer of shining gold.

This is a rare sight for Maca who wanders the streets late at night all the year round.

He stared at the distance in a daze, but he clutched the unopened letter in his hand.This letter is so light, but Maca feels it all the time, the weight it weighs in her heart.

"laugh"

The envelope was torn open gently, and two quite textured letter papers were neatly folded together, and the Maca was pulled out together.He shook the corner of the letter, and the beautiful handwriting made him feel strangely unreality.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, First-Class Magician of Sir Merlin)

Dear Mr. Maca McLean:

We are happy to inform you that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.The semester is scheduled to start on September 1.We will wait for Owl to bring your reply back before July 31st.

Also, if the owl needs to stay with you for a while, please feed the little guy something to eat.

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Maca read the contents of the letter several times, then turned to the next page, but before looking at it more, he put his mouth in the envelope and stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope.

"Yes, yes, you have to spend money." Maca whispered, "Tuition is waived, and miscellaneous fees are inevitable, I should have thought of it!"

He sighed and crawled back into the attic with a gloomy expression on his face. From the small cabinet beside the bed, he pulled out some dusty papers and threw them on the counter.Then he pulled out a dirty and dusty suitcase from the bottom of the bed, and opened it with a click, ignoring the rising dust, and pulled out a long, small box from the inside.

This is a fountain pen. Although it is not a good brand, it is the only birthday present left by his long-dead mother.It is also his most treasured treasure in his life, except for the pound sterling.

"By the way, ink is needed! Ink!"

He muttered as he prepared to write a reply.Not far away, the pale gray owl was standing on the bed bar with his head tilted, watching Maca busy curiously.

Although the pen is a bit rusty, I haven't forgotten how to spell words anyway.Maca's memory is very good. This can be seen from the fact that he has secretly memorized a large number of fragmentary pounds in his daily life. It is only unavoidable that the written letters are skewed.

For this reason, he eventually scrapped several pieces of paper.

Watching the owl fall and fly out of the window, and soon disappeared around the corner, Maca's heart was slightly calmer.

He really did not expect that he, who was determined to sink into the dark side of Britain in despair, would see a miraculous light.What he did not expect was that this miraculous light was actually related to Hogwarts, who was almost buried deep in his memory.

"Hogwarts, ha!" Maca chewed on the word again, her face showed a pure and innocent smile that had been buried with her mother in the old tomb in Plymouth.

Just when Maca was thinking about his not-so-distant future, far away at No. 4 Privt Road, Little Huijin District, Surrey, the boy who survived the catastrophe had just been in the cupboard under the stairs. wake up.And what is waiting for him will be the chaotic life that was messed up by that "accidental visitor".

...

For Maca in the past, more than two months may have been an ordinary life journey.But now, everything has become completely different.

Maca bid farewell to the small attic that accompanied him through the gloomy years of three years, and also bid farewell to the bar owner Uncle Angelu who gave him his first job.He sold everything he could to sell to the stolen merchants he frequented on the black market, and then, with all the pounds he had earned so far, and his renewed expectations, he boarded the ferry to Plymouth.

Only after arriving in Plymouth can he catch the train to London and embark on his new life journey.

"Let's go see mother first!" Maca leaned against the fence on the edge of the ferry deck, looking at the opposite bank of the Tamar River, muttered.

The time rippling in the Tamar River is not too long, and the distance between the two banks of the river is actually not far.Not long after, Maca was already standing in a slightly messy tomb group.

At that time, Maca, who was only 9 years old, spent the last sum of money left by his father and set a tombstone for his mother at the time, which was called a luxury.Nothing else, because it was the first time he had admitted in his heart this woman who was always busy for money.

"...Mother" Maca caressed the tombstone that he cleaned up, even though it was already noon, it was still astonishingly cold. "This seems to be the second time I call you'mother'."

He paused, and then continued: "To be honest, I can't call you that naturally until now. I don't know if I should call you that, or if I have the qualifications. But, Anyway, now, you are my mother. My... mother."

"Oh, I know, it still sounds uncomfortable, but at any rate I called, you just listen to it..."

It seems that because of the atmosphere, or the feelings and misses over the past three years, Maca has been talking on and off for a long time.It was not until dusk that he stood up and patted his pants, sighed and planned to find a cheaper hotel for the night, and then go to the city center tomorrow to take a train to London.

The moment he turned his head, a touch of light gold flashed past his vision.In the setting sun, it exudes a unique brilliance...