Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Sorry, Harry. I didn't know that night—"

In the school hospital, Maca stood in front of Harry's bed with apologetic expression.

"No, it's okay." Harry said immediately. "What you did later was the biggest gain of this operation. I should thank you!"

"Yeah! If not...oh! It's scary to think about it." Ron also echoed Harry's words.

Except for Dumbledore, the person who felt the deepest feeling about this was Ron.For a little wizard who was born in a pure-blooded family, there was nothing more frightening than the resurrection of Voldemort.

"It's true," Dumbledore also said. "This time it is indeed thanks to Mr. McLean. I was a step late. If he hadn't coaxed Voldemort with his ingenuity, he would make a decisive move at the last moment. It's completely different."

"Professor Dumbledore, what happened to the Philosopher's Stone in the end?" Harry hurriedly asked at this opportunity.

"Well," Dumbledore smiled, "The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"Sure enough? There seems to be no change at this point." Maca couldn't help but think to himself.

"Destroyed?" Harry asked puzzledly. "But your friend, Nicole Mae, he—"

"Oh, you still know Nicol?" Dumbledore asked, in a very happy tone. "You guys made it clear, didn't you? That's it, Nicol talked to me, and we agreed This is the best way."

"But, then, he and his wife are going to die, don't they?"

"They saved some elixir, enough for them to take care of things properly. Then, yeah! They will die."

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile when he saw Harry and the others' expressions of astonishment.

"I know that for a young person like you, it seems a little weird," he said, "but for Nicol and Perenal, death is actually like a long day after a long day. I went to bed and rested. And, for a very clear-headed person, death is just another great adventure."

"You know, the Philosopher’s Stone is actually not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have and how long you want to live, you can get what you want! These two things are what mankind wants most, but the problem is that mankind is wrong. I like to choose the things that are least beneficial to them."

Maca listened by the side, but couldn't understand the deep meaning.

For him, the most lacking is probably time.He has a lot of things to do, and a lot of things to study... for the rest of his life, I am afraid he will not be able

"No, maybe, death is really the beginning of another adventure."

Compared with his tortuous life, Maca suddenly had a vague understanding.Unfortunately, this concept is also out of reach for him.Even if he has experienced it once, he still knows nothing about it.

He glanced at Dumbledore and felt that the white wizard was as unfathomable as the rumors.

"By the way, Maca, what exactly is that chess level—" Ron asked, suddenly patted Maca's arm.

"Huh? War chess level?" Maca looked blank, but Dumbledore laughed.

"That level is not bad?" He smiled. "Professor McGonagall, at my suggestion, replaced the original ordinary wizard chess with the wizard war chess invented by Maca. That's interesting, and I personally like it."

"Huh?" Maca said in amazement, "Professor, although I am glad you will like my gift, but..."

He wanted to say, is it really good to change such an important level at will?

Dumbledore continued: "Not only that, but inspired by you and Harry, I also personally designed the last level. Yes, that's right, that's the legend of King Arthur..."

"Oh-I'm sorry for that,

"But you have shown bravery because of this, Miss Granger, I don't think this can be done by ordinary students."

"Oh, thank you, but—"

Maca patted Hermione on the shoulder and smiled at her, "It's okay, you've done a good job."

"Yeah! If you want to change me, you may be shivering!" Ron said, "And if Quirrell didn't remember to take you hostage, then you might be drowned in the water! "

But Hermione stepped back because of the movement of Maca tapping her shoulder. In Maca's surprised eyes, she whispered: "Oh, thank you..."

Maca didn't know what happened to her. In fact, he didn't notice Hermione at all.Although he is not to blame, but I have to say that the little girl's heart is still very sensitive.

Dumbledore watched their every move, his wrinkled face, his warm smile never changed.

Later, Harry mentioned Snape again.Although he already knows the cause and effect, he still bears it.However, Dumbledore told him that Snape once owed Harry's father his life.

For Snape, nothing was more unacceptable than the fact that a rival in love saved him.Therefore, he hated Harry's father, but he even hated Harry.

"Human thoughts are really wonderful, aren't they? Professor Snape can't bear to continue to owe your father the favor. I believe that the reason why he tried to protect you this year is because he felt that this would make He is even with your father, and no one owes anyone."

"Then he can relive his hatred of your father with peace of mind."

Harry tried to think about this sentence, but it made his head sore again, he had to stop thinking about it.

"Okay, enough questions. Boy, I suggest you start enjoying these candies! Oh! Bibidou flavored beans! I was so unlucky when I was young, I accidentally ate a smelly bean. I'm afraid. Since then, I don’t like pacman so much—but I think it’s always foolproof to choose a toffee flavor, what do you think?"

"I think it's better not to fight for character." Maca looked at the beans in Dumbledore's hand and couldn't help but shook her head. "I've never had anything delicious."

"Personality? It's an interesting term." Dumbledore said, putting the golden brown scented bean in his mouth, and then he was choked with a cough, "Bah! Unfortunately, it's earwax... …It seems that my character is really not very good."

Seeing Dumbledore walking outside while wiping his mouth, Maca immediately followed.

"I have something else, you guys talk first."

In the hallway, Maca and Dumbledore talked a few words, and they went to the principal's office together.But when he came out of the principal's office again, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

He stood at the door of the principal's office and glanced back.

"Unexpectedly, Dumbledore is so easy to talk."

...

In the evening, in the Hogwarts main hall, the end-of-semester dinner party seemed particularly lively.

Maca sat on the long table of Hufflepuff, listening to the Quidditch captain and prefect Darren complaining about his absence from the last game, accepting the harassment and nagging of the big beauty Charlotte, and couldn't help feeling Here comes the warmth that is better than family.

What made him a little bit strange was that because of his outstanding performance this time, many students knew how he fought against Professor Quillo and protected the Sorcerer's Stone.Although everyone does not know that there is Voldemort's role in it, this does not prevent everyone from showing respect and enthusiasm for him.

This moved him, but it also dispelled a lot of the haze in his heart.

Even a small part of Slytherin looked at him in awe. After all, not everyone can fight a serving professor head-on, even if everyone disagrees with Professor Quirrell.

Speaking of the little snakes, I have to mention what the hall looks like at this moment.

On the left and right walls of the hall, the silver and green pennants representing Slytherin are being newly decorated; on the wall behind the main guest seat, there is also a huge banner painted with Slytherin snakes—this should be Slytherin. Lettering College has won the College Cup for seven consecutive years.

Although because of Maca's excellent results, Hufflepuff won a lot of points.But a person's power is limited after all. Hufflepuff College is still ranked second, only a little bit higher than Ravenclaw.

It took a while before Harry, who had been overdue, stepped into the side door of the hall, and Dumbledore appeared in everyone's expectant eyes.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Before I can enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliché..."

Upon hearing it, Maca immediately blocked the next few sentences.When Dumbledore finished his nonsense and began to talk about the College Cup, he continued listening.

"...Now, as far as I know, we must first carry out the Academy Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, three hundred and sixty-five points; third place, Ravenck Law, 426 points; second place, Hufflepuff, 442 points, Slytherin 485 points."

There was a thunderous cheering and stomping on the Slytherin table.

Maca deliberately glanced at the edge of the long Slytherin table, and Willie Blois still had that calm expression, not reacting to the noise around him.

I still remember that for a while before the exam, Maca would often meet her in the school greenhouse.But the other party either just turned a blind eye to him, or just left.Even if she tried to communicate with her, she would just stand there quietly, he would answer a word or two when he asked Wei Li, then turned and left after asking, it was really impossible to communicate.

If it weren't for Wei Li who would come to him to ask a few questions from time to time, he would really think that something was wrong with him, which made the little girl angry!

He was thinking, but found that the little badgers around him suddenly boiled.

"What's the matter?" Makara snapped Charlotte's sleeve.