Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

With everyone’s eager anticipation, Halloween finally arrived.

Harry was regretting it. He didn't think he should have agreed to go to the death party so hastily.

The other students in the school are happily attending the Halloween banquet. The auditorium has been decorated with live bats as usual.

The huge pumpkin that Hagrid had planted was carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit inside.It was also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance group to cheer everyone up.

"Hermione, are you going to the death party?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, but her attention was obviously not here.

When it was seven o'clock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went straight through the doorway, which led to the crowded auditorium.There were lights and festoons, candlelight shining, and gold plates on the table, very attractive.Harry looked at the luxurious scene and sighed in regret, they still walked towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to the death party was already lit with candles, but it did not look pleasant at all.

Those are dark, thin candles, shining with a blue light when they burn, and they look a bit gloomy even when they shine on the three vibrant faces.

With each step, the temperature dropped, and Harry shivered, tightening his clothes around him.

At this time, he heard a sound, as if a thousand nails were scraping off a huge blackboard.

"That's also called music?" Ron whispered.

They turned a corner and saw Nick, who was almost headless, standing at the door of a large room, draped with a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said with inexplicable sadness, "Welcome, welcome... I am so glad you can come..."

Looking at the hundreds of milky white, translucent ghosts in the room, and the terrible and trembling dance music from thirty music saws, it was like a nightmare.

In any case, this was the worst Halloween for the three of Harry.

And most importantly, it is extremely cold here!

But even if the Halloween of the little lion trio is so miserable, at least there are still many "people" to accompany it!Relatively speaking, the dull loneliness on Maca's side is really a bit unbearable-although he doesn't care at all.

At this moment, he is carrying out some peculiar experiments alone in the responsive room.

"...The effectiveness of the rule rune is really powerful."

He is still writing regular runes with a quill pen. Although there is no progress in the application, the current results are already very significant in terms of the number of analysis.

What made him more satisfied was the application of the superficial abilities he experienced when he was in Alani's body.

After Maca’s research, it was confirmed that those blessing abilities were not even a rule. They were just a prototype of magic, but they also benefited him a lot.

He finally understood why Godric Gryffindor was known as the most accomplished duel master at the time.

When a wizard has mastered a lot of magic to improve physical skills, the actual combat will be greatly increased.Because of this, the magical achievement is definitely not as good as Ravenclaw, or even Gryffindor, who is worse than Slytherin, but is the most powerful of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Of course, the reasons may not stop there. According to Maca’s research and attempts, this is definitely one of the reasons.Even Gryffindor himself was born a knight.

After repeated attempts to jump up and down and cast spells, Maca, who had finished his research, rested in the responsive room for a while, then left here and walked slowly to the bedroom.

The corridor was quiet, only the sound of rain outside was rustling,

It's always like this during holidays.When everyone gathers together, it means that other places are much empty.

"Villy?"

After passing a corner, Maca saw Willie Blois standing by the corridor window.

"..." Willie turned her head and looked at him silently.

"What's wrong, why don't you go to the hall?" Maca tried to make his expression less rigid, but even so, it was just a waste of effort.

"You have changed." Willie whispered.

After Luna, another person said so.

Although Maca knew it himself, his changes were so obvious.Even if he is low-key enough, people who have been in close contact in the past will always notice some clues in him.

The two girls, Luna Lovegood and Willie Blois, are the two most sensitive of these people.Well, maybe a Hermione Granger could be added to it.

After a little introspection, he paused, no longer forced to squeeze his expression, and then shook his head slightly.

"Perhaps, but I'm still me." He said calmly.

Wei Li turned around and looked at him carefully, her tone of voice was equally calm, but it gave people a completely different feeling from Maca's indifference.

"...The previous you, better." She looked at Maca's eyes and said seriously.

After that, Willie turned and left, as decisively as she was in the library that day.

"Even if there is no emotional bondage, I still can't understand her thoughts." Maca quietly looked at Wei Li's back and couldn't help thinking like that.

The rain continued to be heard outside the window, and Maca stood there and looked out the window for a while before heading to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.

When he reached a corner on the third floor, his footsteps stopped.

On the other side of the corner, a huge snake was wandering between the corridors, and near its head, a petite figure was drawing something on the wall.

"Ginny Weasley." Maca turned sideways, staring at the little figure with piercing eyes, and muttered silently.

"The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heirs, watch out!"

The large characters, a foot high, were still faintly visible in the dim torch light.

In the end, Ginny hung a petrified cat on the torch hook beside the line of characters—it was Filch the gatekeeper's cat, Mrs. Loris.And not far from the side, a door was wide open, which looked like a bathroom.

Maca watched all this quietly, thinking about something in her heart.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from across the corridor.The giant snake moved after hearing the sound, and rushed into the bathroom, and then Ginny followed in and closed the door.

A sign that said "fault" swayed slightly on the door, as if it was refusing others to enter.

"...Harry, what the hell is going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face. "I heard nothing?"

"But I did hear it! That voice said..."

Hermione, who was running ahead, gasped suddenly, and pointed to the downside of the corridor.

"Look!"

Obviously, she saw the writing on the wall-such a big writing, it is not normal to not see.

"What's that... hanging down?" Ron said, his voice trembling.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped: There was a large pool of water on the ground.Hermione grabbed his clothes to keep him from falling.

The two of them approached the slogan little by little, staring at the dark shadow below.The two of them saw what it was at the same time, and jumped back in shock, splashing water.

But Ron stared straight at the corner not far from here, as if there was something there that made him care.

The three men had their own minds, and stood there motionless for several seconds.

"Should...should... try to rescue?" Harry stammered.

"Huh? What—ah!" Ron suddenly turned his head and was startled by Mrs. Loris on the hook.

"What! Didn't you just see it!" Hermione said loudly.

"No, that, I just saw—" Ron opened his mouth, but he swallowed it again.

Just as Hermione was wondering, a low noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the Halloween party had just ended.

From both ends of the corridor where they were, there were hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and people chatting and laughing happily after they were full.Then, the students pushed and squeezed into the aisle from both ends.

They were surrounded.

When the people in front saw the cat upside down, the lively and chirping sound suddenly disappeared.Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students became quiet all of a sudden, squeezing forward to watch the terrible scene.

In a disturbing silence, someone spoke.

"Enemies against the heirs, be wary! Next is you, Mudblood!" Draco Malfoy was talking loudly.

He has squeezed in front of the crowd, his cold eyes are alive, and his usual bloodless face has a red light at this moment. It is obvious that he is particularly happy with the situation.

He looked at the stiff cat hanging there with an unabashed grin on his face.

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was obviously attracted by Malfoy's loud shout, and he squeezed through the crowd with his shoulders.Then he saw Mrs. Loris.

Filch stumbled back a few steps, grabbing his face with his hands in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Loris?" He screamed, muttered, and stared at Harry viciously, as if he was going to eat him alive.

"Filch!"

Dumbledore and the other professors arrived.In the blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and removed Mrs. Loris from the hook of the torch.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart squeezed in hastily and asked Dumbledore to go to his office.

"My office is closest to here, just upstairs..."

The students were silent and split to the two sides, allowing them to pass here.

In Lockhart's office, Dumbledore bent over and examined it carefully, poking here and bumping there.Lockhart pretended to be very understanding beside him, and kept making bad ideas there.

"It's not dead, Filch," Dumbledore finished his inspection, and then said, "It's petrified... but I don't know how it was made."

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry.

Snape looked at everything in front of him in the shadow on one side, as if faintly gloating.As far as he is concerned, Harry's misfortune can be directly converted into his pleasure, with a conversion rate of more than two hundred percent.