Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Next to Ron, Harry yawned.

The recent training is really a bit tired, he really wants to go to sleep just like that, but his astrological chart has not been completed yet.

He pulled the schoolbag over, took out the parchment paper, ink and quill, and started to do his homework.

"You can copy me if you want," Ron said, marking the last star on his astrological chart with a swipe, and then pushing the astrological chart to Harry.

Hermione did not approve of plagiarism, she couldn't help pouting, but said nothing.

Crookshanks still stared at Ron without blinking, shaking the tip of its hairy tail slightly.Then, it rushed over without a word and made a surprise attack.

"Oh!" Ron yelled and snatched his bag-he saw that Crookshanks' four paws had grasped the bag firmly, and began to bite fiercely.

"Let go, you stupid beast!"

Ron tried to get the schoolbag back from under Crookshanks' paws, but it still clung to it, frothing at the corners of its mouth.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, watching the excitement throughout the lounge.

Ron took his schoolbag around quickly, Crookshanks still held onto it.

Suddenly, Scabbard jumped out from the top of his schoolbag.

"Grab the cat!" Ron shouted.

At this moment, Crookshanks let go of his schoolbag, jumped onto the table, and chased the terrified rat Scab.

George Weasley rushed over to catch Crookshanks, but he didn't catch it; Scabbers scurried around in the common room, rushing under a large cabinet.

Crookshanks stopped abruptly, squatted low, and furiously reached under the cabinet with his front paws and dig out vigorously.

Ron and Hermione rushed over.Hermione grabbed Crookshank by the waist, then lifted it up and put it somewhere else; while Ron lay on the ground, and it took a lot of effort to grab the scruffy tail and pull it out.

"Look!" He shook the spotted in front of her a few times, and shouted angrily at Hermione, "It's skinny and skinny! Don't let that cat approach it!"

"Crookshanks didn't know it was done wrong!" Hermione's voice was trembling, "All cats catch mice, Ron—"

"This beast is a little weird!" Ron tried hard to get the frantically struggling Scab to return to his bag, and said loudly, "It heard me say that Scab was in my bag!"

"Oh, that's nonsense," Hermione retorted. "Crookshanks will smell it, Ron, you think it will still—"

The people around couldn't help but start laughing.

"That cat just stared at Zebra!" Ron ignored the laughter, and he interrupted Hermione again, "Sebra was here first, and it's sick!"

After Ron finished speaking, he strode across the common room and went upstairs to the boys' dormitory.

The next morning, it was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's herbal lesson.But in class, Ron was still angry with Hermione.

At this time they were peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans in a wooden bucket.

"How's Scab?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Regardless of the reason, Crookshanks wanted to catch Scabs. It did happen.And that dirty mouse was Ron's pet after all.

Hermione was also sorry for that.

"It's hiding under my bed. It's always shaking." Ron said angrily.

He shook his hand, did not throw the barrel, and withdrew the beans on the floor of the greenhouse.

"Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" Professor Sprout shouted.

In the blink of an eye, turquoise vines spread all over the floor.After a while, the floor of the greenhouse was full of bright lavender flowers.

Not far away, Maca bent down and took a closer look at the flowers on the ground.

"Professor Sprout, are these crampons a new breed?" After a while, he straightened up and asked Sprout.

"Oh, yes-it's improved by me. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Professor Sprout, who was cleaning the greenhouse with his wand, took the time to turn around and smiled.

"It's really beautiful." Maca nodded.

As Maca looked at the flowers from side to side, Harry suddenly leaned in.

"Wood has always wanted me to ask you—oh, the captain of our team—he wants to know, are you really not participating in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry asked quietly.

"Huh? Yes, don't participate." Maca shook his head, "There are too many things, I can't be busy, but—"

"But what?" Harry asked quickly.

"I mean, I will cheer for you." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You fly very well, not worse than Cedric in our college...Of course, Cedric is also very strong. , I’m telling the truth."

"Oh-since you said that -" Harry smiled, "I'll do it!"

The next lesson for the little badgers is fortune telling.

Speaking of it, Professor Trelawney, who is always talking about and likes to predict bad things, seems to have not paid attention to Maca since the first class.

But in this class, Maca somehow became her key prediction object.

"Oh, Mr. McLean, I have to say—" Professor Trelawney stared at the crystal ball in front of him, looking at the white mist flowing inside, "Darkness will come in the near future. , The ominous will return..."

She shuddered suddenly, as if she was afraid of something.

She yelled: "Oh! It's terrible! Someone will die! Someone—"

Trelawney slammed the table, her eyes widened, her hands trembling unceasingly.

Maca was confused by what she said--to be honest, he didn't know whether to trust Trelawney, but just in case, he asked.

"Who will return?" He said quietly, "Voldemort?"

Seeing Maca blurt out the name without hesitation, many little wizards of pure-blood origin covered their mouths subconsciously.

But Trelawney shook her head vigorously, and her long, slightly curly hair was flung over, and then flung it back.

"No... believe me, it's better not to say it... don't say it..." She propped herself up by the edge of the table, and moved away.

Maca frowned and sat there thinking for a while, but finally shook her head.

"Anyway, it's not a bad thing to be well prepared..." he muttered, "anytime, anywhere."

After a while, get out of class time came.

Everyone was communicating with each other the scary prediction that Trelawney had said to Maca. When he was going to the auditorium to enjoy today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door of the classroom and walked in.

"I was just busy dealing with the crampons on the ground. I forgot to say something!" She gasped slightly, "Remember to give me the application form before Halloween-you can't go to Hogsmeade unless you hand in the form. . So, hurry up!"

"Oh, yeah, I have to hand in the form if I want to go to Hogsmeade..." Maca blinked, "I've been used to it a long time ago, I really forgot about it."

This thought only stayed in Maca's mind for a maximum of two seconds, before being thrown behind him again.

Where do you want him to get an autograph?Do you want to sign Dumbledore?

However, at this moment, Harry, who was in the same situation as Maca in the transformation classroom, was not as free and easy as him.

Although Harry had decided to ask Professor McGonagall a long time ago, he had been thinking about the time for a class, but he still didn't make up his mind.

Until just now, when Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to hand in the form as soon as possible, he mustered up the courage at Ron's urging.

"Go ask," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Oh, but—" Hermione clearly disagrees.

"Go, Harry," Ron urged stubbornly.

Harry waited until everyone was gone before slowly "moving" to Professor McGonagall's table.

"Huh, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, my aunt and uncle...oh... they forgot to sign my application form." He said nervously.

Professor McGonagall looked at him from above the lens and said nothing.

"So...oh...do you think it will work...I mean, can I...if I go to Hogsmeade, will it work?"

Professor McGonagall looked back and flipped through the paper on the table.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Potter," she said, "you heard what I just said. Don't go if you don't hand in the form. It's a rule."

"But, Professor...my aunt and uncle...you know, they are all Muggles! They don't really understand...understand the Hogwarts forms and activities." Harry tried to think about the appropriate Vocabulary, "If you say I can go..."

Ron nodded vigorously to encourage him.

"But I won't say that." Professor McGonagall said.

She stood up and put her paper neatly in the drawer.

"The application stated that it was written in blank and must be approved by the parent or guardian." She turned to look at him with a weird expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You should hurry up. Let’s go, or you won’t be able to catch up with lunch."

This obviously cannot be saved.

Ron scolded Professor McGonagall for many nasty things, which made Hermione very annoyed; she deliberately put on a "finally finished" expression on her face, making Ron even more angry.

And the students in the class were talking loudly and happily. When they went to Hogsmeade, what they would do first.

Harry silently endured this with full of depression.

"There will always be a feast," Ron wanted to cheer Harry, and he patted Harry. "You know, Halloween dinners are always great."

"Yes," said Harry gloomily, "that must be great."