Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At this moment, the Hogwarts Auditorium is particularly beautiful and magnificent because of the large number of Christmas decorations.

The walls are covered with hanging ribbons made of holly and mistletoe. Twelve towering Christmas trees are erected everywhere in the room. Some trees are hung with small shiny icicles, and some trees are shining with hundreds of them. candle.

Seeing Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick using magic to decorate this place so beautifully, Maca couldn't help but want to do some small experiments here.

He found a small white bottle from the inside of his robe, and carefully dripped a few drops of chilly liquid on a support under a Christmas tree.

"What did you pour down?"

Professor McGonagall came over quickly, but was not immediately angry. It seems that the strategy that Maca gave her a good impression last time is indeed effective.

"Oh, professor, you'll find out in a moment." Maca said with a smile.

As soon as Maca's voice fell, the effect of the few drops of liquid had already appeared.I saw a hazy white cold mist rising from under the Christmas tree. It didn't always sink like other cold air. Instead, it surrounded the Christmas tree all the way up, floating towards the enchanted ceiling.

In the white mist, there are faintly faintly shining dots of crystal light, giving this Christmas tree a very unique beauty.

"This is a semi-finished product that I tossed out when I was studying potions. It looks beautiful, but it's a bit cold." Maca looked at his masterpiece and felt satisfied.

"Yes, this looks really good!" Professor McGonagall said with a rare smile, "Give a few drops to the other trees too! I think Albus will like this...I mean, Dumbledore. Professor Lido."

Not far away, Hermione looked at the white mist-shrouded Christmas tree, her eyes gleaming brightly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said to Harry.

"Yeah! That's awesome!" Harry seemed to like it too.

"I prefer Professor Flitwick’s golden bubbles. They look golden.” Ron saw Professor Flitwick spraying strings of golden bubbles with his wand and hanging them. On the branches of the newly moved tree.

Hagrid next to him was also watching various decorations, but suddenly as if he was thinking of something, he turned his head and asked the three of them, "How many days are there for holidays?"

"It's only one day!" Hermione said, "Oh, this reminds me—Harry, Ron, there are still half an hour to eat, we should go to the library."

"Oh, yes, you are right." Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

"Library?" Hagrid said, following them out of the auditorium. "Reading after a holiday? Isn't it too hard?"

"Oh, we are not reviewing homework." Harry said to him happily. "Since you mentioned Nico LeMay, we have been trying to figure out who he is."

"What!" Hagrid's expression looked horrified, "Listen to me—I told you before, so stop! The thing guarded by that big dog has nothing to do with you."

"We just want to know who Nicol LeMay is, nothing else." Hermione said.

"Do you want to tell us so that we don't have to worry about it?" Harry said again, "We have turned over at least a hundred books these days, but we haven't even found his shadow-just give us a hint! I know where I have seen his name."

"I can't say anything." Hagrid said dryly.

"Well, why don't you ask Maca, Hermione?" Ron said to Hermione.

"I said no, Maca is very busy recently, I don't want to disturb him." It seems that this is not the first time Ron has proposed to ask Maca, but Hermione seems to have never agreed.

"Isn't he idle right now! You see he is still there to help the professors set up the auditorium!" Ron looked at Maca, who was not far from them.

Hagrid stood beside him with an angry look, watching the three kids discussing this matter in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

"I said no!" Hermione couldn't help but yelled to Ron.

Her voice was obviously a little loud, and Maca looked back suspiciously, and after talking to Professor McGonagall, she walked over here.

"What's going on, Hermione? Why is it so angry again?" he asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing—" "Maca, who is Nicole LeMay?" "Don't ask!"

Replied three times in a row, causing Maca to look back and forth between Hermione, Ron and Hagrid in surprise, then smiled and said, "Hi-two to one, then I won't say anything."

"Uh, do you really know who Nicol LeMay is?" Hermione asked subconsciously when she heard Maca seem to know.

"Do you want to know? If you want to know, I'll tell you." Maca thought-you will know sooner or later.

"No, no need." Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated, then shook her head.

Unlike Harry's worry, Hermione really just wanted to know who Nico LeMay was.After seeing that Maca's progress had far surpassed her, she just wanted to catch up with him by her own efforts, even if it was only in such a small matter.

Although she was a little curious about what important things were hidden behind the three-headed dog Lu Wei, for Hermione, how to acquire knowledge with her own efforts was the only thing she valued right now.

"Then we have to look for it ourselves." Ron couldn't help feeling a little frustrated when he saw Maca did not answer.

He felt that Maca had always been his good friend, just like Harry-even before he knew Harry.But now, he refused to tell himself a small answer, he knew exactly who Nico LeMay was!

Of course, Ron was just a little unhappy. Friends were still friends after all, and Maca would always show him homework when he needed it.

"Then... I went to the library." Hermione saw Ron was leading Harry to the door, looking at her right now!

"It's okay, go!" Maca smiled. He didn't have the time to pay attention to Ron's childishness. Anyway, two days later, he would definitely come back and ask him to borrow the history of magic essay.

He waved to Hermione, but his mind had already flown elsewhere.

Yes, Nico LeMay.After meeting the three-headed dog Lu Wei early that night, Maca had already checked the relevant information about the great alchemist.But what made him hesitate was that he wasn't sure whether he would ask Dumbledore to help him introduce the legend.

You know, soon, the only magic stone in the world that can give people immortality will be destroyed.

However, let alone whether Dumbledore would agree to his request.The point is, even if he successfully meets Nicole LeMay, what should he do next?

Do you want to talk to Le May—oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes to see, you know, those about the Philosopher’s Stone, you won’t need it anyway!

In fact, Maca felt that even if placed in front of him, he would not understand at all, what is alchemy?He has no clue at all.

After thinking about it, he finally gave up-Dumbledore didn't intend to use the Philosopher's Stone to continue his life. Obviously, there must be some reason for this. He and Le May are good friends who have been friends for a long time.

After denying this tempting plan again, Maca simply left here to go to the House of Requests. He wants to make some preparations for this Christmas.

...

The much-anticipated Christmas holiday has finally arrived. Many students have chosen to go home for Christmas. Some have even planned a short-term family trip for Christmas.For wizards, traveling is as easy and convenient as going to work every day, and the Christmas holiday for nearly three weeks can hardly be used up!

On the way to the Hogwarts Express, everyone was laughing and discussing. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.

Maca still carried his light suitcase, let Marfa the Owl stand on his shoulders, and secretly left from the platform of the Hogwarts Express-he was going to Hogsmeade first, The recently prepared medicaments were delivered in person, and by the way, the income so far was calculated together.

The popularity of Xianyin's medicine is very good, and every batch of medicine will be sold out in a short time.Although this makes people happy, the serious shortage of output has gradually emerged.

In fact, there is no way. The profit of simple preparation of potions is usually very transparent. In the magic world with weak human resources, the more profitable will always be fine products.

"Those potions chain stores that rely on small profits but quick turnover are supported by house elves!"

When Maca and his partner Mr. Tyrande talked about this, they clearly told him the news.

"Behind those chain stores, there are usually one or even several families of pure-blood wizards. Those are the properties of the powerful."

"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, once again I wish our business prosperous!" Maca smiled, "I should go now-don't you mind if I use your fireplace?"

"Oh-of course no, cough cough... don't mind, please use it as you please." Tyrande seemed to smile on the bandaged face.

God knows whether he smiled or not, this can only be guessed, and he can't see it anyway.

"Lovegood House" "Boom!"

"Oh—cough cough cough—Mei and Merlin are up!" Tyrande was shaking with fright by the green flames rising high in the fireplace, "How did he do this? Cough cough cough-"

He is not the first person to be frightened by the vision that Maca uses when he uses Floo powder, and he certainly won't be the last.This poor fellow, he has developed a greater sense of awe for the pretendingly mysterious Maca.

"...Cough cough, shouldn't it, cough cough cough...should find a chance to give him the first 50, cough cough...50 Jin Jialong back to him?" Tyrande stared blankly. The empty fireplace made his cough worse.