Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Professor McGonagall found Maca, he was staying in the greenhouse with Willie, recording the growth of the flowers last time.

"Oh! Mr. McLean, you are here." Professor McGonagall opened the door of the greenhouse and said immediately, "Come with me, Dumbledore has something to look for you."

Maca closed the notebook without hurried, then raised his head and looked at the door.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." After speaking, he turned his head and said to Willie again, "Miss Blois, it seems that I have to leave for a while. You can go back when you are done, and you don't need to wait for me here. "

After that, he sorted out the record book casually, and followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office.

Although I have been there several times, Maca still has no good feelings about it.Every time Dumbledore faced Dumbledore, there was always an invisible pressure pouring on him, making him unable to relax.

Especially this time, he did a lot of things that no one else knew.But being able to conceal it from others does not mean that it can be concealed from Dumbledore.Here, the mastery of a "degree" is very important.

Not long after Maca waited in the principal's room, Dumbledore pushed the door in.

"How are you doing recently?" Dumbledore said lightly. "Would you like some iced lemon juice?"

"I think this is a good idea." Maca nodded calmly.

When the two faced each other and sat down at their desks, Dumbledore took the initiative to open up the topic.

"Presumably you must be very concerned. I am looking for you at this moment. I have something to do." Dumbledore said gently, "It's not a complicated thing actually—"

"I just invited you to come and listen to me tell a little story."

Maca did not understand what this so-called "little story" had to do with him, but this did not prevent him from being a qualified listener.

"A long time ago, there was a young little wizard who had a happy family and a good life. When he entered Hogwarts to study magic, he discovered his talents and developed a series of Aspirations and ideals..."

Dumbledore spoke softly in a soothing voice, as if missing something.

Behind his half-moon glasses, the pale blue pupils glowed with faint radiance.

"The ideal of this little wizard is simple, but it is also very large. As far as the young man is concerned, the correctness of this ideal was not considered at that time."

"Several years later, the little wizard graduated from Hogwarts with the best grades... But his family had many accidents during these few years, which made him have to interrupt his ideals."

"His sister was still young. When she was casting her magic, she was attacked by three Muggle boys who saw her showing her magical abilities. This attack made his sister's spirit very restless-her magic Out of control. And their father also used the spell to avenge those Muggle boys... To ensure that his poor daughter would not be imprisoned in the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital for life, he took all the blame alone. ...He was sent to Azkaban."

"After that, their mother took them to move..."

Hearing this, Maca immediately realized that the little wizard in this story was probably Dumbledore himself.

The story of Dumbledore continues...

"Unfortunately, it doesn't end here." Dumbledore raised his head slightly, and the lens became bright as the angle of the light changed, covering his slightly preoccupied eyes.

"When the little wizard’s sister was fourteen years old, her magic power went off again... This accident brought her mother’s life to an abrupt end. At that time, the little wizard’s younger brother was the only one who could prevent her sister’s magic power going off. At home."

"At that time, the little wizard was in pain...extremely painful.

Having said this, Dumbledore was silent for a while before continuing.

"But at this moment, a little wizard who had the same ambitions as him appeared. They quickly established a deep friendship and allowed the little wizard to pick up his ideals again."

"They set off together, looking for some clues that the little wizard got during Hogwarts school... During this time, the little wizard lost his emotions in order to accept a certain test."

Hearing this, Maca's heart suddenly jumped, and a lot of questions almost came out of his throat.

But when he saw that Dumbledore was still immersed in his story, he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Perhaps Dumbledore was also one of the candidates; perhaps, Dumbledore knew his little secrets a long time ago; or perhaps, this sudden conversation was born out of this.

Maca decided not to interrupt Dumbledore's story, he would always tell himself if he wanted to.

"...At this moment, the little wizard's brother pointed out that if there is a sister as a concern, the little wizard is absolutely impossible to become a hero leader. The little wizard's best friend is very angry about this, and casts on the little wizard's brother Cast a heartbreaking spell."

"At this time, the little wizard's sealed emotions loosened-he protected his brother. But because of this, a messy duel broke out between the three. In the chaos, the little wizard's sister hoped to be able to I helped the elder brothers, but was killed by a spell cast by an unknown person!"

Dumbledore's long white beard trembled slightly, as if he still hadn't let go.

"As a result, the little wizard's emotions recovered, and the originally helpless test passed... But he gave up all the subsequent tests and his ideals. He doesn't know the meaning of his persistence. My sister is dead, my brother hates him forever, and even his best friends ran away."

Having said this, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Maca, his eyes sharp and serious.

"If it were you, what would you do?" he asked.

Maca pursed her lips, her face still calm.He was thinking, thinking, and really thinking about this issue, but he didn't know.

After a long time, Maca finally spoke: "You need to find the answer to this question yourself."

Dumbledore's face was sullen, he looked at Maca, and after a while, he actually smiled.

"You are better than the little wizard in this story," Dumbledore said. "He finally gave up looking, and you may not."

"This is probably because I am a Hufflepuff." Maca said like this.

Dumbledore called Maca this time, as if it was really just to tell such a story.In the rest of the time, two wizards, one old and one young, sat opposite each other, both sipping lemon juice without saying a word, thinking about their own affairs, until the beginning of the dinner, and then left.

Dumbledore may or may not fully understand the things that Maca did.But he didn't mean to ask at all.

This time, the whole banquet lasted all night.

Harry and Ron both got some extra points, which allowed Gryffindor to finally win the Academy Cup this year.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall stood up and told them that the school decided to cancel the exam in order to entertain everyone.Except for Hermione, all the students were very happy about it.

And Dumbledore announced that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart will not be able to return next semester. When everyone heard the news, cheers broke out-after all, no matter what miracle he created, his course was really terrible.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that several teachers are also applauding for this.

In addition to these surprises, this banquet is indeed very lively, but Maca has never been used to such lively scenes.Especially recently, he always likes to be alone in a place where no one is thinking about problems.

In the middle of the banquet, he took a drink and walked outside the hall.

"Professor Lockhart?" Maca suddenly looked back. "Why did you come out? Shouldn't you be the one you enjoy the most? You are the hero of Hogwarts this semester."

When Lockhart heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, a rare sense of reality appeared on his face.

"A lot of people have talked to me about this or that, but I never took their words to heart." He said, "but this time, I only understood after experiencing it personally. How boring it is to be an incompetent spectator during the adventure."

Maca glanced at him and said calmly: "It seems that I can look forward to your next book."

When Lockhart heard these words, his eyes widened.

"Oh—" he couldn't help sighing, "I can't believe it, are you really a kid who didn't finish the second grade? How do you know—"

"When a writer feels'boring' about his story, he will probably tear up his manuscript and recreate a new story."

Obviously, Maca has concluded that Lockhart will never write this incident as another "false novel".

"I think you will become a terrible wizard in the future." Lockhart couldn't help saying.

Maca forced a stiff smile at him.

"In that case, it is the wisest choice to be friends with such a terrible wizard." He said dryly, "Maybe there will be things to ask you in the future, so remember to protect your reputation in the magical world. "

"Haha, of course." Lockhart smiled awkwardly.

That night, the night sky is still so deep, the sky full of stars flickering, as if telling people on the ground: everything in the world will be like the rotation of the stars and the moon, returning to peace again.