Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Kiwi Pudding."

In front of the stone beast at the entrance of the principal's office, Professor McGonagall uttered today's password.The stone beast leaped away, and the stone wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the principal's office.

The stairs spun around automatically, sending several people to the entrance of the principal's office.

"Please come in." Dumbledore seemed to know they were coming, and before anyone knocked on the door, his old voice came from inside.

Professor McGonagall pushed the door in, and Maca and Snape who followed behind also walked in.

"How's the situation?" Dumbledore looked at Maca and smiled, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

"The students have all gone back, and the troll has been solved-by Mr. McLean." Professor McGonagall glanced at Maca, and then told Dumbledore the details.

Dumbledore nodded as he listened, and waited for Professor McGonagall to finish before speaking.

"Oh, yes, I understand." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, go ahead and search to see if there are any students running outside."

"Severus, you go and help Professor Quirrell get the troll away."

"I don't think it's necessary, Quirrell can do it alone." Snape still said blankly.

"I think it's necessary," Dumbledore said, looking at Snape.

"...If you insist." Snape stared at Dumbledore for a while, then turned away neatly.

Maca found that he and Dumbledore were the only two left here, which made him a little uneasy, but he didn't show it.

"Would you like some kiwi pudding?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Uh, why not?" Maca adjusted her mind and tried to keep herself from thinking about the things that were there.

I have to say that this time the principal's taste is not bad.After a while, a pudding entered Maca's belly. During this time, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

"Well, it tastes good." After waiting for a while, Maca said a little embarrassingly.

"I think so too." Dumbledore finally said, "How, how does the study life at Hogwarts feel?"

"It's fun, fulfilling, and I have made a lot of friends." Maca tried to choose some optimistic answers to fill in, although he didn't know whether it would work.

"To be honest, you are the smartest kid I have ever seen. There is no one." Dumbledore shook his head and didn't seem to care about Maca's answer. "No one has ever learned so much at the age of eleven. During my tenure, I didn’t have any of them. And I’ve never heard of them in Hogwarts’ teaching history.

"Uh, thank you for your compliment, but... Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration. For example, my transfiguration is very mediocre." Maca tried to think about her situation.

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said. "I started paying attention to you when you caused the first magical rampage. Regarding your behavior and experience, I think we can be a relatively equal adult. To communicate."

This time, Maca really couldn't hold back anymore. He was surprised and said: "Magic runaway? Actually, I have been asking this since I received the admission letter. Why don't I remember when I had runaway magic?"

"Oh, yes, because your magic runaway happened very unexpectedly." Dumbledore sighed, "though I don't know if I should say--"

Maca was taken aback when he heard the words, and then suddenly stood up: "It's my mother... at that time?"

"Yes, in a car accident, your magic power suddenly went to protect yourself." Dumbledore looked at Maca kindly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"In other words, even if she didn't come forward..." Maca muttered to herself in a trembling voice, and fell back to the back chair as if she had lost all strength.

Dumbledore looked at Maca in silence, as if regretting it, and seemed to be watching his reaction.

Suddenly, Maca recovered and sighed heavily.

"The deceased has gone...because of this, I am more eager to gain the power to protect others." Maca suddenly raised his head, looking directly at Dumbledore for the first time, and said firmly.

"This is your heart, and I can feel it." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction and smiled gently and wisely again. "Death is usually the end of life, but it will always be the beginning of others. Remember. , Death is actually not terrible."

Maca knew that Dumbledore had seen the figure of Voldemort in his body. Fortunately, he did not have any evil thoughts and passed this test.

Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people. They never lack strength and ambition, but they give up everything because of "love", including their own life.The difference between the two is that Dumbledore's love is fraternity, while Snape's love is only open to Lily.

But Maca doesn't know what will happen to him?

That night, Maca was lying on the bed, thinking a lot.Encountered a lot of things today, and learned an amazing fact from Dumbledore, which made him think about it, and finally fell asleep until late at night.

...

After entering November, the weather became very cold.The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel.Every morning, there is frost on the ground, and students must always pay attention to their feet to prevent inadvertently planting a big somersault.

Maca was sitting at the dining table, eating today's breakfast, and he was surrounded by people.

I don’t know who said it—it's probably Ron. In short, almost half of the students have heard of Maca’s glorious deeds. He alone killed a twelve-foot-tall monster!This is incredible!

Now Maca has become a celebrity. Many students have come up to talk to him, and there are even a few first-year girls who come to him for autographs!

Maca feels that he enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by people. It is not only because of vanity, he also feels really warm like this!

This is not an excuse, trust me!What I said is true!If you don't believe me, find a bunch of people to surround you and try.

Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting the flying broomstick on the Quidditch court.

This clearly expresses one thing-the Quidditch season has begun!

To be honest, Maca really wants to participate in Hufflepuff's Quidditch team, but unfortunately, he has been too busy.Moreover, Quidditch teams generally do not allow a first-year student to participate.

"I believe Harry's kind is an exception." Maca looked at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were whispering. Maca guessed they must be talking about it.

However, Maca is more concerned that he has not heard of Harry joining the Gryffindor team as a seeker.Is it possible that the Gryffindor team captain Wood intends to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

"Secrecy is done well." Maca muttered in a vague voice, chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth.

However, when the match day approached, Maca was a little dumbfounded when he saw Harry from a distance, just like him, walking towards the spectator stand.

"What's the matter?" When Maca stared blankly at Harry as he disappeared on the stairs leading to the Gryffindor viewing seat, his face was full of undisguised surprise.

"What's the matter? What are you looking at, Mr. Cavalier?" Senior Sister Charlotte hooked Maca's shoulder and smiled. "Are you looking at your Princess Granger?"

"Uh, ah—no." Maca shook his head, glanced at Gryffindor's viewing seat again, and then turned back and climbed the stairs on his side with Charlotte.

The Quidditch game was wonderful, but Maca didn't have much thought to watch.

From time to time, he looked at the teacher's booth-without Harry's Quidditch game, he didn't know how Quirrell's actions would change.

Until the game was decided, there were no surprises in this event.In the absence of Harry, it seems that Quirrell's possibility of doing something has been cut off from the root, but Maca cannot guarantee that he will look for another opportunity to target Harry.

"At least, avoiding an inevitable crisis is a good thing, right?" Maca wasn't sure if it was the case, but he didn't have any clue about this matter.

The game between Gryffindor and Slytherin was over, and Maca glanced at the scoreboard before leaving, sixty to 210 points.When the score was tied, Slytherin's Seeker caught the Golden Snitch and ended the stalemate game.

Maca didn't have the time to concern this, but after a glance, he walked towards the Gryffindor crowd.

"Hey, Harry!" Maca tried to make himself look normal. "Don't worry, the game is not over, this is just beginning."

"Oh, yes. But losing to Slytherin still makes people unhappy." Harry sighed.

It seems that even if he did not participate in the Quidditch team, he still likes the sport.

"Well," Maca sorted out the guesses he had thought about during the game, and then asked, "I heard that Neville almost fell during your first flight lesson. Is it true? "

Harry nodded and said, "Yes! If it weren't for Mrs. Hooch's quick response, Neville would definitely be admitted to the school hospital, I'm sure."

"Yeah! He jumped so high!" Ron gestured with a smile beside him.

"What happened then? Malfoy didn't embarrass him, did he?"

"Oh, yes, that's right, that bastard always laughs at others, I can't wait to cast him a monster!"

"The matter of the duel that night was because we had a fight in class." Harry also followed angrily.

"Well, that guy is really not a good thing."

While Maca agreed casually, he gradually straightened out the causes and consequences of this-it turned out to be so!