Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"It's terrible," said Neville, who was still in shock, his voice obviously higher than his usual. "When that thing came in, did you feel cold?"

"I feel weird," Ron said, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably, "as if I would never be happy again..."

Ginny curled up in the corner and shivered. She embraced her knees and sobbed.Hermione walked over and put her arms around her soothingly.

"Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this."

Maca took out another small bottle, which contained a small half bottle of slightly white liquid medicine, which looked like milk mixed with water, but everyone felt a touch of warmth just by looking at it.

Of course Ginny felt it too. She raised her head to look at Maca, and said timidly: "I... can I?"

"Of course, it will be much better if you drink it." Maca handed the bottle to Ginny. "Just a little bit is enough, a sip the size of a fingernail."

"This must seem precious, is it your newly invented potion?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh, yes," Maca said, "Well, I mean it's really expensive, but it's not a potion - it's not made by blending."

"Oh—I've always wanted to ask—" Harry couldn't help but said, "Maca, what's in your robe? It's like a locker full of potions! "

Maca shrugged upon hearing the words, "This is my secret."

Just as they were talking, Ginny tremblingly pulled out the cork, and then took a sip carefully.

Suddenly, she clearly felt that a warm current was flowing down the throat, and then it spread in her belly in an instant—her mood improved incredible.

"Oh-I feel happy." Ginny showed a smile on her face, but she said with a bitter face in an instant, "but it tastes really bitter..."

She re-corked the bottle and planned to return Maca, but Maca waved her hand.

"You can keep it for yourself and use it for those in need." He casually said.

"Oh-thanks," Ginny nodded in gratitude, "but I think it's better not to drink it a second time."

"Has she become more cheerful?" Ron said, looking at Ginny strangely.

"That's only temporary. After the effect has passed, the normal state will be restored, um...it only takes two or three minutes."

After a while, Professor Lupin came back.

He paused when he came in, looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "I didn't poison the chocolate, you know..."

He was talking, but his eyes were attracted by the potion bottle in Ginny's hand.

"Oh, this is?"

"It's just milk with Cheefflower juice." Maca said casually.

"That's great..." Lupin twitched.

Although it sounds simple, the material of "Chef Flower" is not cheap. The juice of Cheef Flower alone can play a similar role to the high-grade potion "Glittering Agent" without the sequelae of singing and dancing. .

"...Well, we'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Professor Lupin said, "are everyone better?"

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much.

Finally, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was really hectic when it got off the train: owls crowed, cats also joined in the fun from time to time, even Neville’s pet toad croaked under his hat With.

The little platform was frozen, and it was raining coldly.

"Come here for first-year students!" a familiar voice called.

Hagrid had bent over and got out of the train, and he was now beckoning to the panicked new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Are you okay, three of you?" Hagrid yelled at them over the many heads.Harry and the others waved to him, but they didn't have a chance to talk to him because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the other students in the school down a rough and muddy road.

There, at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, and each carriage was pulled by an invisible horse—Harry could only assume that, because after they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage It starts driving automatically.

The carriage swayed all the way, and there was a faint musty smell and the smell of dry straw in the carriage.

The carriage is rolling forward. In front of it is a pair of magnificent cast iron doors. On both sides are many stone pillars, and the top is decorated with a small sculpture of a wild boar with wings.

They saw two more tall, hooded dementors standing guard on both sides of the gate, and as they slowly approached, it seemed that another cold wave was coming here.

"They are all hidden under the cloak, it's really impossible to tell which one is which..." Maca thought, looking at them.

The horse-drawn carriage increased its speed on the long sloping lane and drove up to the castle.Hermione leaned out the window, watching the many corner towers and towers gradually approaching them.

Finally, the carriage swayed to a halt, and everyone got out of the carriage in a hurry.

Immediately they saw that a person was standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

"McLean, come here."

It was Snape, his face was as stinky as ever, and without looking at other people, he said to Maca and then turned and walked into the castle.

Maca froze for a moment, said hello to Harry and the others, and quickly followed.

In Snape's office.

"Professor, what can I do?" Maca asked.

"Welcome Potion, you know?" Snape asked bluntly.

"Oh, yes--" Macka paused, "Professor Lupin needs it, do you want it to be prepared by me?"

This time, Snape was taken aback.

"You know he...well, you can make wolf poison potions?" He looked at Maca hesitantly and asked, "What is the success rate?"

Although Snape was a little curious about the fact that Maca knew that Lupin was a werewolf, he was more concerned about the preparation of the wolf poison potion, which was not generally difficult to make.

"It should be around 80%, you have to try to know the specifics." Maca said calmly.

"Hmm..." Snape frowned slightly and thought about it before saying, "Then you should try first. You must know the time of taking the wolf poison potion. You must prepare it before then."

Maca nodded to express understanding.

It was Dumbledore's idea to give this task to Maca, and Snape had no objection, but he had planned to demonstrate to Maca first. Who knew Maca's progress in potions was so fast.

In the last semester, Maca played low-key activities in school, and communicated much less with Snape on potions.But he didn't expect that even if Maca was just immersed in research alone, he had made rapid progress that ordinary people could not match.

It can be said that Maca's talent and diligence in magic really cannot be learned by ordinary people.

But where did Snape know that there was a deeper reason hidden in it, even Maca didn't even notice it.

After the account was over, Maca left, planning to go to the auditorium to see if he could not make it to the sorting ceremony, but was stopped by Snape.

"Is there anything else, Professor?"

Snape looked at him impatiently, then spoke after a short while.

"If you have time, be optimistic about Potter," he said reluctantly, and added, "...this is what Dumbledore meant."

"Okay, Professor."

The two of them walked quickly to the first floor one after another.

The auditorium is a sea of ​​pointed black hats. Each long dining table is filled with students. Thousands of candles illuminate their faces. These candles are suspended in the air above the long table.

Professor McGonagall was walking towards the center of the podium with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

"It caught up, but..." Maca shook his head lightly, "I have to listen to the hat sing again..."

New students at Hogwarts have to wear a sorting hat in order to decide which college they should study in. This hat will call out the most suitable college for them.But it always has a bad habit-it always likes to sing out the characteristics of each college in a strange tone, and during the period it will insert a few words that it thinks is very interesting.

When Maca and Snape walked in together, everyone looked at them.

Maca politely tilted his upper body slightly to show his politeness, but Snape didn't care about it, and he strode to the empty seat in the classroom.

"Hey-Maca! This way!"

At the long table at Hufflepuff College, a big beautiful woman with long blond hair was waving at him-that was Sister Charlotte Witt.

"Good evening, senior sister." Maca walked over and sat in the vacant seat next to her, "Congratulations on your promotion to the seventh grade. You will graduate soon."

"Don't mention it! I don't know if I can pass the'super labor witch test'!" Charlotte frowned, "That's really'super fatigue'!"

"Are there any difficulties? Maybe I can help you a little bit..."

As the two were chatting casually, Professor Dumbledore stood up and spoke, and the auditorium fell silent immediately.

Although Dumbledore was very old, he always gave the impression of energetic.

His hair and beard are several feet long, he wears half-moon glasses, and his nose is hooked badly.People often say that he is the greatest wizard today, but everyone respects him not only for this.

Even Maca has to admit that this old white wizard has a kind of innate affinity, and you can't help but develop a good impression of him.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his white beard gleaming with the light of the candle, "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to everyone..."

"One of the things is very serious. I think it's better to make it clear before you get confused by this delicious meal..."