Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry put the sorting hat on his head, staring at the black lining of the hat, waiting slightly nervously.

At this moment, a little voice said in his ear: "Is there something I don't understand, Harry Potter?"

"Oh, yes." Harry whispered vaguely, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I want to ask..."

"You always want to know if I have put you in the right college." The hat said cleverly, "Yes... your position is really not easy to place, but at least it is better than that of Maca McLean. many……"

"Maca?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yeah! Haven't you been thinking about him?" the hat said softly, "McLean should have gone to Ravenclaw, but he has gone to Hufflepuff; and you should have gone to Slytherin. ,can--"

Harry's heart sank sharply.He grabbed the top of the hat and took it off, the hat hanging limply in his hand, dirty and faded.

Harry put it back on the original shelf, feeling sick.

"You are wrong," he said loudly to the cap, who was silently waiting.

The hat did not move.

Harry stared at it, stepped back, and suddenly a strange choking noise came from behind, and he turned around abruptly.

On a tall gilded perch behind the door, stood an old bird, which looked like a turkey with half of its feathers plucked out.

Harry stared at it, and the bird looked at him sadly, and at the same time made that choking noise.

Harry thought it looked very sick—its eyes were dull, and just as Harry was looking at it, a few more feathers fell from its tail.

Harry thought to himself, if Dumbledore’s bird died and he was alone with the bird in the office, that alone would be enough for him...

Just as he thought so, the bird suddenly caught fire all over.

Harry screamed in horror, then backed up and bumped into the table.He looked around anxiously, expecting a glass of water or something, but he didn't see it.

At the same time, the bird has become a fireball.It screamed and then disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the tray under the perch that had not been completely extinguished.

The office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a serious expression.

"Professor," Harry said, panting, "your bird...I can't help it, it suddenly caught fire..."

Dumbledore looked at the pile of ashes on the tray, and a smile suddenly appeared on his solemn face.

"It's almost time," he said. "It has been like that for many days, and I keep telling it to act quickly."

He couldn't help smiling softly when he saw the look of astonishment on Harry's face.

"Fox is a phoenix, Harry. When the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will burn itself and be reborn from the ashes. Look—"

Harry turned his head, just in time to see a small, wrinkled chick poking out of the ashes.Its appearance is as ugly as an old bird.

"It's a pity that today is the day of its Nirvana," Dumbledore said, and sat down behind the table. "It is very beautiful most of the time-it is full of amazing red and gold feathers. Phoenix. It is a very strange and charming life. They can carry extremely heavy things, their tears have a healing effect, and they will remain infinitely loyal to the objects they recognize."

In the panic caused by Fox's self-immolation, Harry temporarily forgot the reason for his coming here.But at this moment, when Dumbledore sat down on the high chair behind the table and stared at him with his light blue, penetrating eyes, he remembered everything.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Dumbledore said softly. "It's okay, speak slowly.

Harry found that when he was actually facing Dumbledore, what he originally wanted to say became difficult to speak.

Maca has always had a good relationship with him, and he received a gift last Christmas-although he hasn't read the book on Occlumency.

But these are proofs of friendship.

If you tell Dumbledore what happened to Maca, it’s not like...

No, this is also for the sake of Maca!Perhaps as Hermione said, Maca was only affected by some dark magic, and this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry took a deep breath, and then said firmly, "I think Maca may have been affected by some dark magic of Voldemort, he..."

Harry spoke out what he had seen and heard and some guesses.Including what Ron saw, what Hermione inferred, and what he felt, all told Dumbledore.

"...That's it, Professor Dumbledore."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Dumbledore's face with complex eyes mixed with anxiety and expectation, hoping that the other party could give some solutions.

But who knows, Dumbledore just smiled.

"Don't worry! Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Maca is okay, he has not been affected by any dark magic. Yes, I know he has changed a little bit, but it is his own choice, we need All he did was trust him, nothing more."

Dumbledore paused and then said, "What about you? Harry, is there anything else you would like to tell me? I mean—about yourself."

Harry was startled and hesitated.

He remembered Malfoy's yelling: "It's your turn next, Mudblood!"; and remembered that the compound decoction was still boiling slowly in the crying Myrtle's bathroom.

Then he remembered the ghostly voice he had heard; remembered Ron's words, "Hearing a voice that others can't hear is not a good sign, even in the wizarding world."

He also remembered what everyone was talking about him, and his increasingly intense fears, for fear of his relationship with Salazar Slytherin...

For a moment, the complicated doubts made Harry pursed his mouth tightly.

"No," Harry said, "Nothing, sir."

...

Both Justin and Nick, who were almost headless, were attacked, which made the already nervous atmosphere truly panic.

Strange to say, the most panicking thing is the experience of Nick who is almost headless.

What can kill a ghost? People ask each other.What terrible force can hurt a dead person?The students are almost scrambling to reserve seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home for Christmas.

And the three of Harry have been silent recently.

Although the compound decoction was almost ready, they didn't know if it should be used.

Even though Harry told Ron and Hermione about Dumbledore's answer, it did not provide much comfort, and the things to worry about did not seem to diminish.

After a lot of thoughts, they still plan to use the compound decoction to go to Malfoy to try it out, so that they can do something for the time being, so as not to be too upset by such and other thoughts.

Finally, the semester was over, and the silence, thick as snow on the ground, enveloped the entire castle.

Luna went home. She spent every Christmas at home with her dad, and there are no exceptions this year.

Although she asked Maca if she wanted to go to her house together and have a lively Christmas like last year, Maca did not agree this time.

He still has a lot to do, and he can't delay any longer.

What he didn't expect was that this Christmas, he was not alone.

"There is a kind of flower, help me see it."

When Maca was sitting on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower and writing something on the wall, a familiar voice rang from the stairs.

"Miss Blois." Maca turned her head and said, "didn't you go back?"

"There is a kind of flower, help me see it."

Willie stood at the top of the stairs, still wearing the loose Slytherin robe, and calmly repeated what she had just said.

"..." Maca looked at Wei Li, and asked after a while, "What flower?"

"no name."

Wei Li took out a small cloth bag from her arms, opened it and showed it to Maca.

It was a handful of flower seeds, pink and white, with some faintly psychedelic colors.

Maca carefully picked up a flower seed, put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately felt some pungent smell-it was definitely not a good smell.

"I haven't seen it. It should be a relatively rare magic plant." Maca said, "It looks very similar to the seeds of Magnolia, and it may also be a flower with high environmental requirements.

"Go try planting, and I'll help you apply for the fifth greenhouse."

Maca took Willie to Professor Sprout's office, and soon he would reach the key to the greenhouse.

In the fifth greenhouse, Maca quietly recorded the morphological characteristics of the seeds on the herbal medicine notes, while Wei Li stood by to spread the bottom soil for the flower pots.

Now the two people don't like to talk, and they are doing things together, but there is no corresponding atmosphere.

Because of this, the efficiency of work is extremely high, and things are done very quickly.

When Maca was about to leave, Wei Li took the initiative to speak.

"What about you?" she said suddenly.

"what?"

"Is there something to help?"

Wei Li's brief speech seems to have become a habit, and always likes to omit the premise content.

"Me?" Maca thought for a while, then shook his head slightly, "No."

Wei Li pushed up the brim of the big pointed hat, looked at Maca quietly, and said quietly after a while: "If there is... tell me."

After that, she turned around calmly, opened the door of the greenhouse and left.

Maca stood in the greenhouse, looked at the closed door and thought for a moment, and finally chased him quickly.