Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Now, who can tell me the characteristics of Mandrake?" Professor Sprout continued.

"Hearing the cries of mandela grass will kill people."

Seeing that Maca was unresponsive, Hermione had to answer by herself.

"Exactly correct, plus ten points." Professor Sprout said, "Look, everyone, the mandela grass here is still very young, and there is no fatal effect yet..."

She pointed to the row of deep-bottomed flower pots in front of everyone and introduced them to everyone. Everyone looked at the pots carefully. It was a green with purple seedling.

"Everyone comes up to get a pair of earmuffs." Professor Sprout said.

The boys rushed forward, after all, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.

Maca followed behind and picked a pair inside.

"When I tell you to put on your earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly," Professor Sprout said. "When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I will give two thumbs up. Okay-wear Put on the earmuffs!"

Regarding the lethality of mandela grass crying, only after it matures.And as long as you forcibly pull it out of the soil, it won't cry.

Generally speaking, in the daytime, wild adult mandela plants will always bury themselves in the soil in open places such as grasslands; and until the evening, they will pull themselves out and wander around the grasslands. All night.

Maca has dealt with it many times a long time ago, and for him, changing them to a new pot is a trivial matter.

The earmuffs were cast with a powerful sound insulation magic, and after wearing them, no sound was heard at all.After Professor Sprout gave a demonstration, she motioned to everyone to take off their earmuffs and start assigning tasks.

"A pot for four people. There are a lot of empty flower pots here. The compost is in the bag over there—beware of the poisonous tentacles, it is teething." She patted a sharp crimson plant. It retracted the tentacles that quietly reached her shoulders.

After all, she greeted everyone to wear earmuffs again and started today's course.

The students just saw Professor Sprout doing so easily, but it was not like that at all.

Mandela did not want to be pulled out of the soil, but it seemed that he did not want to go back.They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their little pointed fists, and gritted their teeth.

The other three students assigned to the Maca group are obviously the least effortless.

Maca picked up the small shovel from the side of the flowerpot, loosened the surrounding soil a little bit for the mandrake, and then pulled it out easily.

Its rhizome is like a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on his head.Probably because it is still in its infancy, its skin is still light green with some sporadic spots on it.

The little guy opened his mouth, obviously yelling, but after putting on earmuffs, everyone couldn't hear him.

Maca carried it in his hand, and directly covered the place where the leaves on top of its head grew with the other hand, but seeing the little guy's mood immediately calmed down a lot.

He put the little guy in his hand back into another basin and buried it again with new soil that had been mixed with fertilizer.

By the end of class, most of the classmates were sweating profusely, aching back, and mud all over their bodies.Only the Maca group looked the most relaxed, not even a bit of the earth Saturn.

"Oh! How did you do this?" the Hufflepuff schoolgirl next to Maca couldn't help asking.

"This makes it think that it seems to have re-drilled into the soil," Maca said calmly, "only works for the young mandela."

Professor Sprout habitually praised Maca and gave Hufflepuff 10 points.Beside Sprout, Maca had a happy smile on his face, but if you look closely, you will find that there is no smile in his eyes.

Hufflepuff’s next class is a curse class,

But such a comfortable atmosphere disappeared in the afternoon.

Not to mention that Professor McGonagall’s transformation class is always so strict. The most terrible thing is Guidro Lockhart’s Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

As soon as he entered the door of the classroom, there was a smile on his face, and his bright teeth were very neat, which made people wonder if magic was applied on it.

"I..." He picked up the textbook on the student desk in the front row and pointed at his photo, the one inside he was blinking.

"Gidro Lockhart, the Merlin Merlin Third Class Medal, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, won the "Witcher Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times-but I don't talk about that, I don't rely on a smile Get rid of the Wanlun female ghost!"

He said these words smoothly, probably because he had practiced it many times.

"I saw that you all bought my full set of books-very good. I think we will take a quiz today, don't be afraid, just see how you read and understand how much..."

After sending out the papers, he returned to the podium and said, "I will give you thirty minutes, now...start!"

Maca flattened the test paper passed to her on the table:

"1. What color is Jidro Lockhart's favorite? 2. What is Jidro Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Jidro Lockhart's greatest achievement so far..."

Maca just glanced casually and frowned.

There are 54 questions in this paper, and all of them are asking for some detailed information about Lockhart.Maca wanted to throw it aside, but after hesitating, he still filled in some messy answers.

"There is no need to cause trouble." Maca thought lightly.

The rest of this class is even more annoying.

Probably because in the last class, the group of Cornish elves prepared for the little lions made a mess, and this class actually read the novels he wrote to the little badgers on the spot.

When he thought about Rising, he even took the students to act together.Maca sat behind and wrote the research notes of Potions on his own, without even looking at the podium.

At night, Maca leaned against the window alone while everyone else was asleep.He looked at the cold moonlight outside, and couldn't help but recall what happened after the school dinner.

That night, he went to the Ravenclaw Tower for the first time to find the bronze kitty.But no matter how he called, there was only the emotionless question from the bronze knocker.For some reason, the bronze kitty didn't show up, let alone take him to Rowena's secret room.

"...Is it because of my current state?"

In fact, Maca is very clear about his current state.

In the past, as a little liar who relied on cheating for food, what he was best at was undoubtedly concealing his true emotions and wearing different masks when facing different people.

But because of this, he knew better that he did have his own emotions.

Just after the journey that Rowena brought him, his emotions completely disappeared!

"This is probably a curse, but it doesn't seem to be bad either—" Maca thought naturally, and suddenly shook his head, "No, I'm afraid that this kind of thinking is also because there is no emotion, and the criterion of judgment is already single Start from reason."

This night, he leaned against the window and pondered for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more he found it difficult to sort out his ideas.

Reason tells him that this kind of feeling is very good, not only is a great help to the research work, but even handling things more wisely.

For example, he has decided not to participate in any events in the second grade or even close to the cubs trio. He wants to avoid the mutations that happened last semester as much as possible.

Although as long as he stays at Hogwarts, it will always affect all the people and things that have intersection with him, but it is still a very necessary thing to reduce the range of changes as much as possible.

It is always scary to be completely out of control.Moreover, these things had nothing to do with him. What he wanted to care about was the mission left by Rowena and the improvement of his own magic knowledge, nothing more.

But is this idea really correct?Maca didn't know, or in other words, he had lost the angle of judgment he was best at right now.

After a while, Maca finally lay back on the bed, but the experience after being taken away by Rowena was always entangled and lingering in his mind.

...

"...Alani, this is your first mission after completing your training. You are the smartest and most powerful of the Guardians. I hope you can carry out every future with my will. task."

At the window of the castle, an old man in a robe turned his back to this side, speaking slowly in his low voice.

Maca was standing in the middle of this room, frowning, constantly confirming the situation in front of him.

"What on earth did Rowena mean by getting me here?" Maca turned his gaze at the old man, but from the corner of his eye he scanned the room.

"...Alani, take the task away! Let's start from the Eagle's Nest today, I am waiting for your good news."

The old man turned around, his face was kind, but his eyes were as sharp as a vulture, and he came straight to Maca.

"Yes." Maca lowered her head subconsciously and buried her face in the shadows.

He glanced at the table in front of him, and there was a roll of parchment lying quietly on it, firmly fixed in the middle with blood-red seal paint.

He picked it up and nodded slightly, and Maca left the room without saying a word.

Until he walked out of the room, Maca's mind suddenly flooded with memories that did not belong to him.For a while, the dizziness made him have to lean against the wall of the hallway, and after a long time he was slowing down.

"Bu-Tahir Alani? Assassin of the Assassin faction?" Maca's face was full of doubts. "Does this have anything to do with the scroll of truth?"

Although it was still full of paste, Maca at least knew the current situation-he guessed that he might be in a state of use similar to Dumbledore's pendulous basin.

It's just that compared to the Pendant Basin, the effect of this regular rune formation is obviously much more realistic.