Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Many things have happened recently.

For example, Lupin came back to teach, although he did seem to be sick—his old robe became more loose when worn on his body, and there were more dark shadows under his eyes.

But at least, he seems to be quite energetic.

For another example, Maca once again withdrew from the Hufflepuff Academy team.

This news puzzled everyone.But the incredible thing is that, except for some of the little badgers who are a little frustrated, other students think Maca's behavior is very cool.

Maybe everyone thinks that Maca suddenly played because he was a member of Hufflepuff; and he suddenly retired, but he showed a kind of strong demeanor.

I have to say that Maca is almost regarded as the king of Hogwarts Quidditch. As long as he is on the court, no one can win!

The captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood, is one of the students who thinks so. When he knew that Maca was no longer playing, he immediately cheered up, who had been frustrated.

"Oh yes! This is the first game!" he said to himself, "we still have a chance!"

Of course, no matter what Wood thinks—believe me, it doesn’t matter at all.After all, there are certain things that are much more important than this.

One day, the school bell rang.

Everyone packed their things and walked towards the door, Harry was among them, but...

"Wait a minute, Harry," Lupin stopped him, "I have something to tell you."

Harry stopped in doubt, turned and walked back.

He watched Professor Lu Hu put a cloth on the box containing the "Shinkpunk" as the content of the lecture.

"I heard about that game," Lupin said, turning to the podium and putting the book in his briefcase. "That was a terrible accident..."

"Have you heard of those dementors too?"

Lupin turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yes, I heard. Professor Dumbledore is very angry about this. We haven't seen him angry for a long time. In recent days, those guys have become more and more restless-they are angry because they can't enter the campus. ——I think they made you fall, right?"

"Yes, fortunately Maca helped me a little." Harry said absently.

Harry hesitated a little, and the question that had been in his heart blurted out subconsciously, but it was too late to silence.

"Why? Why do they affect me so badly? Am I—"

"It has nothing to do with weakness." Professor Lupin's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to see through what Harry was thinking.

"Those dementors affect you more than others, because they have not experienced the same horror as you."

A ray of sunlight shone into the classroom from the window, illuminating Lupin's gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face.

"Dementors are one of the most hateful creatures on the planet. They roam in groups in the darkest and dirtiest places, enjoying corruption and despair-sucking up the peace, hope and happiness in the air around them. It's..."

"If you get too close to a dementor, any of your positive emotions will be sucked away by it. If it wants to, it will live on you for a long time, and finally make you like it-soulless and evil. Leave it to You only have the worst memory of your life."

"The worst thing that has ever happened to you-Harry, that's enough to make anyone fall off the broomstick! You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"When they approached me—" Harry listened to Lupin's explanation, as if grasping a glimmer of hope.

He stared at Lupin's desk and said, his throat tightened.

"—I can hear that Voldemort is killing my mother." He trembled slightly and said a secret he had never told anyone.

Lupin’s arm moved suddenly,

The surrounding air seemed to become a little heavy.

"...Why do they come to the playing field?" Harry said painfully.

"They are hungry." Lupin frowned, and closed his briefcase with a snap. "Dumbledore would not let them enter the school, so the human sacrifices provided for them were exhausted... I think Quidditch The large crowds around the stadium are a very powerful temptation for them. All the excitement and passion of the audience gather there, and in their eyes it is a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry murmured, and Lupin nodded gloomily.

"The castle is located on a small island, on the way to the sea, but there is no need to use walls and water to close the prisoners, because the prisoners are in their hands-the prisoners will lose even the simplest thoughts, and most prisoners will be a few weeks away. It was completely crazy within."

"But Blake escaped from them," Harry seemed to be opened up, and he felt that Lupin could pour out vigorously, "He escaped..."

Lupin's hand shook, and the briefcase slipped off the table, and he had to bend down quickly to pick it up.

"Yes," he straightened up, "Blake may have found a way to deal with them, but I still don't believe he can... You know, if the wizard and the dementor stay together for too long, they will Make the wizard lose mana..."

"Maca let the group of dementors escape, such a large group!" Harry said suddenly.

"Yes, there is indeed some way to resist dementors." Although Lupin had been recovering his strength in the office, he had also heard of the situation, "However, the more they are in number, the more difficult it is to resist— —McLean did a very good job, unimaginable, but not everyone can do it."

"Is that a spell? But I never learned it—" Harry asked immediately, "Can you teach me?"

"I don't want to pretend to be an expert against dementors, Harry..." Lupin said embarrassingly.

"But if there is another Quidditch match and they come again, then I must have a way to deal with them!"

Lupin looked at Harry's determined face, hesitated, and then said, "If you really want to learn, why not go to Mr. McLean? I think he might use it better than I do..."

"That—" Harry said in surprise, "Is that impossible? Maca will be better than you—"

"At least, judging from what I've heard, McLean's spell is really better than mine." Lupin also said with a complicated expression.

Who could have imagined that a third-grade student could not only call out the patron saint, but also almost reached the level of subtlety-this was what Ms. McGonagall told him personally.

"But..." Harry hesitated, "Well, maybe I should really ask Maca."

After bidding farewell to Lupin, Harry thought about it, but finally he was relieved.

Indeed, the strength of Maca is obvious to all, and Harry is very convinced of it.And Maca's help to him also made him very grateful. To be honest, he didn't want to owe Maca any more favors, which would make him feel that his life was not clean.

But if they keep thinking this way, will they still be friends?

"No," Harry shook his head. "You don't have to think about these things. Friends shouldn't have these things."

"Considering what?" Ron asked suddenly, and Hermione cast a questioning look at him.

"Oh, I was thinking--"

Harry said that he was going to beg Macca, and invited Ron and Hermione to join him by the way.In his opinion, this spell is indeed very useful, it can withstand the sudden attacks of those terrible monsters.

"Did Professor Lupin really say that?" Hermione said excitedly, "That's really cool! Of course, I want to go too!"

But Ron twisted his neck, showing an uncomfortable expression.

"Oh, don't you still care about what happened last year?" Hermione couldn't help but said, "You've been tugging this semester. This is not very good. Are you and Maca good friends?"

"But..." Ron blushed at Hermione's words, and he said with a tangled expression, "I think... well, I think you are right."

To be honest, don't look at Ron's usual abandonment, but once something involves his fragile self-esteem, the nature of the matter is fundamentally different.

Ron was really guilty about misunderstanding Maca last semester.

After the incident, Ron also vaguely understood why he would behave like brutality-it was because of inferiority and jealousy.

On the surface, he didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, it was just the anger that erupted from the attack on Hermione.But only he himself knew that half of the reason he was venting.

So, when he learned the truth of the matter, he became even more guilty, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.

From this point of view, Ron’s character does have a part of Gryffindor; but the other part of his inferiority and cowardice has invisibly weakened his little lion trait.

By now, the longer time passed, the harder it was for him to speak. This incident has almost become a nail in his heart.

...

However, when the little lion trio decided to seek advice from Maca, they found that Maca was missing again.

They are almost used to Maca's appearance.

"Wait, maybe he will show up by himself in a few days." Hermione shrugged.

In fact, until the end of November, except for class time, Maca had been squatting in the responsive room.

Recently, the affairs of Aragog have come to an end, so he focused his research on the science of wands-it was time to deal with the basilisk horns.

But when Maca started to study, he immediately encountered a very difficult problem.

According to the limited part of the magic wand materials in the library, it is known that the existing magic wand making techniques are secret family inheritance, and this makes him almost impossible for a layman.

"I knew I had taken a few books about magic wands in Ravenclaw's secret room..." He sat in the responsive room, staring at the blank notebook in front of him, and shook his head.