Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The three encounters with Willie Blois ended with the collapse of Maca, which gave him a serious frustration for the first time, who had always been confident in his communicative skills.

After sending Willie to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower without a word, Maca returned to her dormitory and fell on the bed with her head up.

"What's the matter? A dejected look, which is rare in you!" Roommate Ernie said curiously.

"It's nothing," Maca waved his hand weakly, "just a little tired."

"Tired!" He added in his heart.

Early the next morning, as soon as Maca stepped into the dining room, she immediately saw Hermione walking towards him with a worried look.

"Is it all right yesterday?" She looked at Maca up and down, seeing that he didn't seem to have changed anything, and then she started talking again, "I said, you were too impulsive! I got from Ron last night I heard the meaning of that word, but I don’t think we need to care about it at all! Malfoy’s brain is broken! There is no need to have general knowledge with him...

"...Well, and thank you." At the end, Hermione was a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, remember, we are friends!" Maca spread out his hands and said with a smile, "Also, you have to fix your long-winded problems."

After all, Macahaha smiled and walked towards Hufflepuff's long table, and by the way he said good morning to Harry and Ron.

"What's wrong with him? He looks refreshed. Did something good happen to him?" Ron responded to Maca, then looked at Harry and said.

"How do I know, I heard that he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse, maybe the punishment yesterday just made him appetite!" Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.

"You two! Are you friends with Maca too? Don't you know to worry about him!" Hermione walked over and sat down across from them and said loudly.

"It's enough if you care about him!" Ron said vaguely while stuffing fried bacon in his mouth.

"Maca is very capable, and he can definitely handle the trouble," Harry thought for a while, then added, "At least a lot better than us."

"Yeah! He can kill a troll alone! My god, it's incredible to think about it now." Ron said with a longing look, "I wish I could do it too."

"Then you should do your homework!" Hermione said, "Don't just deal with them casually."

"Oh-it's starting again." Ron couldn't help groaning.

Maca looked at the trio on Gryffindor's side from a distance, thinking that it would be better if life had been so plain and steady.For him, isn't this kind of leisurely life completely different from the past, isn't it exactly what he wants?

"McLean, come to my office first after the morning class is over." He was thinking, but he heard a voice calling him.

"Oh! Professor Sprout?" Maca saw her smiling all over her face. This is probably a good thing, "Okay, Professor."

The first class in the morning was the history of magic. Professor Bins continued to use his hypnotic tone to explain the evolutionary history of the automatic stirring cauldron to the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.In the eyes of other students, this is a particularly boring content, but Maca got a little inspiration in a few of the examples-he wants to try to improve this crucible, which may make his potion fortune plan halfway. The age of automation.

Of course, this is obviously not that easy.

The second class is Maca’s most troublesome transformation class.

To be honest, he has always liked this course, but the progress of his study is very different from that of spells, not to mention the potions he is good at.

Especially some time ago, when he saw a few quite interesting records in the restricted book zone,

He discovered that the ancient demon summoning technique was actually related to the transformation technique!

Not to mention the obvious taboo of summoning demons.Maca guessed that the summoning technique alone is inseparable from the transformation technique.But that is white magic that has been known for its destructive power since ancient times. It was once one of the main magic categories of many powerful white wizards.

Today, the relevant theories have almost been completely lost, but this is a wonderful subject worth exploring.

Such a seductive and profound magic is simply a luxurious feast that Maca can see and cannot eat. How can he not be anxious?

In the transformation class, Maca easily turned the match into a needle, and then back again.While being praised by Professor McGonagall, he appeared to be even more distressed—obviously, such a slow progress was not a problem of his personal talent at all, this was the crux of the problem.

Do you want him to ask Dumbledore that he saw a record of Summoning the Devil in the restricted book area and want to study it as soon as possible?Do not make jokes!

After class, Maca walked quickly to the greenhouse. He wanted to fill the sadness in his heart with the unknown good news that Professor Sprout had brought him.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk" "Please come in!"

Pushing open the office door, Maca immediately found another person in the office—Mrs. Hooch, a first-year flight class professor.

"Hello, Mrs. Hooch; hello, Professor Sprout." Maca bowed slightly politely.

"Oh-yes, you are here, come here quickly, kid." Professor Sprout greeted Maca kindly.

"Yes, yes, there is good news today," Professor Sprout said. "Mrs. Hooch recommended you to me, saying that you should join the Quidditch team at Hufflepuff College!"

"Oh! I was so shocked to hear this! You know, if you really pass the selection test, then you will become the youngest team player in a century! I am so proud of you. !"

While talking, Professor Sprout couldn't help but hug Maca, she was really happy.

"Yes! I think Mr. McLean will undoubtedly pass the temporary selection. This kid has unprecedented talent in Quidditch. I think that if he has undergone a series of professional training, he might even be selected as a student. Choose for professional teams!"

"Uh, is this true?" Maca really likes to fly freely in the air, but he can only say that he is very interested in the sport of Quidditch.

"Oh, of course! I have asked Dumbledore about whether first-year students can participate in the Quidditch team. He thinks this is proof of student excellence." Professor Sprout said enthusiastically, "Dumbledore Lido also likes the sport very much. He often takes time to watch international leagues!"

"Uh, isn't it—ah! I mean, I'm so excited about it!" Maca said excitedly.

Now that the parties have agreed, everything is easy.After having lunch, Professor Sprout took advantage of the lunch break and could not wait to give the Mackasse to the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team-Darren Chris.

Speaking of which, this gentle and helpful sixth-grade boy is still the male prefect of Hufflepuff College!

"Maca, I've heard it from Mrs. Hooch before," Darren smiled and patted Maca on the shoulder. "Awesome! I have never heard that I can join the college team in the first grade. of."

"Yeah! I am also surprised, I don't even know if I can do it well. In fact, I only did some simple flight exercises in flight lessons!"

Of course, sometimes you can't control it, just let your temperament fly in a hurry.

"No problem, no problem! We all believe in Madam Hooch's vision-you know, she has been a Quidditch Cup referee for many years!"

"Furthermore, our college actually doesn't care much about the Quidditch Cup... At least I think Quidditch is a relaxing breaktime sport!" Darren said relaxedly, "So I hate the Slytherin team. They are always unscrupulous in order to win."

"Oh, yes, I think so too." Maca echoed with a smile, "flying freely, I especially like that feeling!"

"Okay, the lunch break is almost over! After class is over in the afternoon, you come to the Quidditch Stadium, we will give you a temporary entry test, look forward to it! Hahaha—" Darren waved and left, he was going to prepare Go to class.

"Hahaha." Maca smiled awkwardly.

He found that the time to go to the library is estimated to have shrunk by a large percentage, which is not good news.

The afternoon class passed quickly. Just as Maca was in the corridor with a large number of students, crowded into the common room, he was pulled out of the crowd by a delicate white hand.

"Huh?" Maca was startled. After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, Sister Charlotte, what's the matter?"

"What can I do, I'll come and take you to the Quidditch Stadium!" Charlotte patted Maca's back and said with a grin.

Take him to the stadium?Could it be that……

"Senior Sister is a player of the academy?" Maca was surprised.

"Of course! Didn't I tell you? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see me every day, you have to work harder today."

Charlotte talked casually while dragging Maca's hand, and walked downstairs to the curious eyes of many students.Although they didn't hear what they were talking about, when they saw Maca being taken away by such a big beauty, which boy would they not be curious?

"Oh, senior sister! I said, stop pulling, I will go by myself." Maca said helplessly.

"I was holding hands by one of the three beauties of Hogwarts, and showing off in the public. What's so bad about it? You must enjoy my junior brother." Charlotte smiled, like a person Lure Xiao Zhengtai's wretched aunt.

"Come on! I didn't find any enjoyment in this, the only feeling was that I was watching a group of hungry wolf pups down the street!" Maca smiled bitterly.

"If you get a bargain, you're good!" Charlotte smiled and patted Maca's head, but let go of his hand.