Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Boom boom"

Lu Ping is arranging lessons for the next teaching in his office. The desk is full of various books, most of which are three-finger-thick large data sets.

Suddenly, two light knocks came from outside the door.

"Who?" He raised his head and asked.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin! This is Maca McLean."

Lu Ping was taken aback when he heard the sound.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do with this special student.

From the time Dumbledore invited him to teach at Hogwarts, he had a general understanding of the students he wanted to meet—this was a rare and serious job after all.

You know, it is too difficult for a werewolf to find a suitable job. Because of this, he has no shortage of talents, but he has been living in poverty and hiding in Tibet.

Lu Ping cherishes this job very much.

But Maca is a little helpless.

To say that if Maca was just an ordinary genius, Lupin would not have any concerns about it.Rather, he is too happy to be too late!

But what this student showed can be explained by more than just the word "genius".

It can be said that Lupin is already worried about whether he can hide his identity as a werewolf in front of this child.If it is discovered... Oh, this is unimaginably bad!

He really didn't want to see the horrified faces of those cute children when they learned their identity.

The look that seemed to be looking at a monster really didn't match the innocent faces of the children-he never wanted to see it again.

And, if you change to Maca...

"The kid might pull out his wand without hesitation and put a cruel note on my face-he did that to dementors." Lupin couldn't help but smile.

"...Well, please come in."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally he said in response.

The door was opened, and the child's face still had that calm look, as if he would not be too surprised no matter what happened, it was hard to imagine that it was a childish face.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin." Maca squeezed out a smile, but he didn't know that his smile looked very irritating, it would be better not to smile.

"Good evening, come to see me so late, what's the matter?" Lupin also smiled and asked.

"Oh yes, I'm here to give you something."

As Maca said, he took out the potion bottle containing the wolf poison potion and gently placed it on top of the piles of books on Lupin's desk—there was no more space on the desk, so he could only do this. .

But Lupin looked at the little potion bottle, his smile stiffened.

"Uh, oh...Did Professor Snape ask you to send it to me?" Lupin said dryly, "Thank you, trouble you."

"Yes, that's right," Maca nodded, "I will send you the potions every month from now on."

"Damn slug!" Lupin couldn't help but cursed inwardly, but he had to maintain an embarrassing smile on his face.

"Oh-thank you! But I don't think it's suitable, I will snot... I mean, Professor Snape, I will let him deliver it by himself, so I don't have to trouble you."

"No trouble," Maca said, spreading his hand, "Actually, Professor, I prepare the wolf poison potion every month, and it will not take much time to send it..."

Before Maca's words were finished, Lupin's face was completely stiff.

"Oh-ahem, last month... also?" Lupin said with a complicated expression on his face, embarrassed.

"Yes,

Lupin nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head.

"Thank you...but...what about you?" he couldn't help asking, "you have nothing... other ideas about this matter?"

"Other thoughts?" Maca repeated his words, and then immediately understood what he meant.

"Oh, it's okay," he shrugged. "For me, the change of blood lineage is even a manifestation of superiority, such as Merlin-he has studied the bloodline transformation of wizards. This is a very Interesting magic research."

"But..." Lupin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, "Well, well...thank you."

"Relax, Professor." Maca said, "Your course is very good, everyone likes it very much. I believe that even if things are exposed, at least most students will not have much change in their impression of the professor. ."

"I hope..." Lupin sighed, then shook his head decisively, "No, it's better not to be exposed."

"Then I will go back to the common room first, goodnight professor."

"Good night, Mr. McLean—" Lupin watched Maca leave his office peacefully, and when the door closed, he couldn't help adding, "And...thank you."

...

Recently, Harry has been training Quidditch-three times a week, not once.

The weather is getting colder and wetter, and the night is getting darker.However, no matter how much mud there is, whether it is wind or rain, it cannot shake Harry's good foresight: their team will eventually win that huge Quidditch Silver Cup.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup-my last chance," Gryffindor team captain Oliver Wood said to his teammates, walking around in front of them. "This year I'm leaving school at the end of the year...I can't compete here anymore."

"Up to now, Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years. Well, we had bad luck in the past-injured-and then cancelled the tournament last year..." Wood swallowed, as if memory. Still let him stay in his throat, "But we also know that we have the title of our school-the best-team!"

He said, making a fist with one hand and knocking it on the other, with the same fervent light in his eyes.

"We have three best chasers."

Wood pointed to Alias ​​Pinnett, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell.

"We have two invincible hitters."

"Don't talk about Oliver, you make us embarrassed." Fred and George, the two always funny Weasley brothers, said together, they pretended to blush.

"We also have a seeker who always wins the game!" Wood said lowly, staring at Harry with a furious and proud look.

"And me." He added, as an afterthought.

"We think you are good too, Oliver." George said.

"Excellent goalkeeper," Fred said.

"The point is," Wood continued, walking back and forth, "There is still no Maca McLean this year! Yes! No Maca McLean!"

"Oh-don't mention the slasher, don't mention him -" Fred and George said in unison.

The other team members are also lingering fears.

It can be said that in the last semester, Maca's dominance on the court really made the team members of the other three colleges lose their confidence.

As long as that guy is there, the Quidditch Silver Cup is impossible to move. The title of "slashing madman" has been spread among the various yards since then.

"Oliver, this is our year! There is no McLean!" Fred said.

"We will win, Oliver! No McLean!" Angelina said.

"Sure." Harry also followed weakly, "Well, there is no Mar—I mean, there is no McLean—"

One night, the night had fallen quietly, and Harry had finished the hard training of the day.

He was walking to the common room in Gryffindor. He felt cold and stiff, but he was still satisfied with the practice.

When Harry drilled through the hole behind the Fat Lady's portrait, he found that the people in the lounge were buzzing about something, and they looked very excited.

"What happened?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

The two men were sitting in the best two seats by the fireplace, comparing several astrological charts from the astronomy class.

"The first Hogsmeade weekend," Ron said, pointing to a notice on the old bulletin board. "End of October, just before Halloween."

"It's great," said Fred, who followed Harry to the hole in the portrait. "I have to go to the Joko shop. My stink bomb is almost gone."

Harry sat down on a chair next to Ron. His excitement gradually subsided, and Hermione seemed to see through his mind.

"Harry, I dare say you can go next time." She said, "They will definitely catch Black soon-they have seen him where once."

"Blake won't be that stupid. He won't be delusional about what to do in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Ask Professor McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry. I don't know next time When will you wait—"

"Ron!" Hermione frowned. "Harry should stay in school—"

"He can't be the only third-year student staying in school," Ron argued. "Go ask McGonagall, go, Harry—"

"Yes, I think I will ask." Harry seemed determined.

Hermione wanted to say something, but at this moment, her cat Crookshanks briskly jumped on her lap, with a large dead spider in her mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron growled.

"Smart Crookshanks, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione ignored Ron who was yelling.

She lowered her head and looked at Crookshanks tenderly, as if she thought it was cute even for eating spiders.

Crookshanks slowly chewed on the spider, its yellow eyes fixed on Ron.

"Just let it stay there, please," Ron said angrily, and went to get the astrological chart again, "Scaly is sleeping in my bag!"