Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At night, the weather is slightly cold, even if you stay in Hogwarts Castle, it will be a bit cold, and people can't help feeling the arrival of autumn.

Some of the portraits on the walls of the corridor were dozing off, some were talking in a low voice next door, and some seemed to go out to drop by, leaving only the background on the painting.

On the eighth floor, in the Gryffindor common room, the students have all gone to sleep in the dormitory, only the remaining fire in the fireplace is shining with a faint red light, illuminating the entire lounge indistinctly.

As Harry and Ron were tiptoing past an armchair, they suddenly heard someone talking there.

"I can't believe you did this, Harry."

A light flickered, and it was Hermione Granger.She was wearing a pink dressing gown and frowned at them.

She doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

"You!" Ron said angrily, "Go back to sleep!"

"I almost told your brother," Hermione replied unceremoniously. "Percy—he's the prefect, and he will stop it."

Harry couldn't believe that there was such a nosy person.

"Let's go," he said to Ron.He pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and crawled in through the hole.

Hermione would not give in so easily.She followed Ron into the cave, lowered her voice like an angry goose and yelled at them.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, you only care about yourself? I don't want Slytherin to win the Academy Cup again, and I don't want you to lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall with the transfer spell!"

"Go away," Ron said impatiently.

"Okay, but I warn you, when you take the train home tomorrow, don't forget what I said, you are so—" Hermione said, turning to the portrait of the fat lady, wanting to go back again. But I found that the painting I was facing was empty.

The fat lady probably went out to drop in late at night.

"Oh-, what should I do now?" she said with a gloomy voice.

"That's your problem," Ron said. "We have to go, we're going to be late."

But before they could get to the end of the corridor, Hermione hurried up.

"I'll go with you!" She looked reluctant.

"You are not allowed to go." Ron immediately refused.

"Do you think I'm willing to go! If I don't go, would it be possible to stand here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds out—"

"...Then let's go together."

While Hermione was still talking about something, a voice suddenly appeared in the shadow in the corner of the corridor, which shocked everyone in the room.

"Maca! And Neville?" The three squinted their eyes unanimously, and then they could see who was there.

Maca ignored the three of them. Instead, he covered Neville's mouth, who was so scared.

"What are you doing in a surprise, haven't I been by your side all the time!" Maca whispered.

"I...I thought it was Filch's voice." After Maca released his hand, Neville said weakly.

"Why are you here?" Ron looked at them and asked curiously.

"Neville forgot the password for the lounge," Maca spread her hands. "As for me, I plan to come out and relax and move my muscles."

"You know, I've been studying the course, and it's time to take a break. It's not good to be inactive all the time, my body will get rusty."

"Maca! Do you have to violate the school rules too!" Hermione's eyes widened when she heard the words, and she was extremely shocked by Maca's remarks.

Maca teasingly smiled at her and said, "Hermione, don't you want to go with you too?"

"that is because--"

"Okay, okay, don't worry too much. It is a foregone conclusion that Harry and Ron are going.

"Oh, you have to keep warm, it's autumn, and it's a bit cold at night." He took off his robe and put it on Hermione gently.

"Uh, thank you." Hermione looked at her robe and couldn't help swallowing the complaint that had already reached her lips.

"Sure enough, it's still a child, and she doesn't blush." ​​Maca looked at Hermione who turned to preach to Ron and the others, secretly saying that it was funny.

Ron looked at his watch, then glared at Hermione angrily, then turned his head, put on a happy expression, and said, "It would be great if you could come with Maca. You can always Help Fred and George avoid Mother's sight, maybe they can help us avoid Filch... Oh, yes, and his damn cat!"

Maca shrugged when she heard it: "It's not difficult to fool Filch, but Mrs. Loris is not easy to hide. Animals are always sensitive, especially cats."

Having said this, he suddenly took out a small glass bottle from his arms, showing a slight smile.

"Of course, there is always a way."

"I know, you always have one way or another!" Ron looked at Hermione triumphantly, as if showing off that he had a useful friend.

Hermione opened her mouth, but did not speak after looking at Maca.

They walked briskly along the corridor, and moonlight spilled in from the high windows, lay across the ground one by one, looking like a unique magic carpet.

Every time he turned, Harry thought he was going to hit Filch or Mrs. Loris.But fortunately, I don't know if it was their luck or because of Maca's methods.In short, when they hurried down the stairs, came to the third floor, and walked into the prize showroom with ease, everything went well.

Malfoy and Crabbe are not here.

The crystal glass cabinets displaying the prizes gleamed in the moonlight projected from the window.In the darkness, trophies, shields, medals, and statues gleamed with silver and gold, and the silk ribbons were in the air without wind.

Maca curiously looked at the award-winning nameplates underneath, with the reasons for their respective awards on them-he was wondering if he should win an award or something, which would definitely provide for his own study and research. Some convenience.

The other four people were not as relaxed as he was. They moved forward against the wall, staring at the doors at both ends of the room.Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy rushed in and duel him.

Time passed by, and no one appeared.

"He was late, maybe he was afraid to come." Ron whispered, but didn't want a sound from the next room to make them jump up.

As soon as Harry raised his wand, he heard someone speak—it was not Malfoy.

"Smell it everywhere, dear, where they might be hiding." It was Filch talking to Mrs. Loris.

Harry was so frightened that he waved his wand frantically at the crowd, asking them to follow him as soon as possible.Unexpectedly, Maca walked closer to Filch instead with a smirk, and the two were almost separated by a door.

In the horrified eyes of others, Maca took out his little bottle again.After holding his breath, he carefully unscrewed the cork without making a sound.

"Oh, baby! Where are you going—" Filch yelled in surprise just outside the door, and then anxiously chased Mrs. Lorice, who ran away somehow, and quickly walked away.

"Awesome! What kind of potion is this?" Ron leaned forward with admiration, and then immediately sneezed, "Oh—what's this smell."

Maca hurriedly plugged the oak cork back, and then took a long sigh of relief two steps away.

"This is not a potion, it's just a volatile medicinal solution that is slightly formulated. It has a strong irritating smell and is quite effective against animals with sensitive smell."

"Is it the secretion of the Gulag rattletail?" Hermione also sniffed the remaining smell in the air, and couldn't help but clutch her nose.

"It's not just that, you have to adjust the decomposing and neutralizing formula, otherwise the taste will not disappear for several days." Maca smiled, "It tastes too strong, and it will leave evidence of crime."

"So, did you plan to violate the school rules a long time ago!" Hermione finally couldn't help it, and she whispered, "You can't do this, your Hufflepuff's points are already low enough."

"I don't care about the Academy Cup, honor does not mean everything," Maca still smiled and said, "Moreover, there is always an academy to be the bottom, I think this matches Hufflepuff's low-key purpose very well."

"You can't do this!" Hermione seemed to be dissatisfied with Maca's ideas.

Suddenly, Maca waved her hand to stop Hermione from speaking.

"Someone, Filch is back." Maca tilted his head and listened carefully, then whispered.

"Oh, why don't you try that bottle again?" Ron said subconsciously.

"I think it's better to run first!" Maca shook his head and took the lead and ran in the dark corridor.

They bypassed the gateposts and ran through corridor after corridor, and Maca felt that his sense of direction had become worse in this dim environment-he couldn't figure out where he was.

"Oh, we ran to the curse classroom." Hermione looked at the door of the classroom not far away, panting.

"I think we have thrown him off." Harry gasped.He leaned against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead.Neville leaned forward, panting in anger and gasping.

"I think you have to exercise a lot too." This dashing rush only made Maca's breathing become a little thicker.Teenagers who live alone at the bottom of society will not fail because of running a few steps.

"I-told-you," Hermione gasped, grabbing the seam of her chest with her hand, and said intermittently, "I-told you."

"We must return to the Gryffindor Tower," Ron said. "The sooner the better."