Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of it, every school year seems to be very busy—everyone thinks so, but the passing of time is always so rushed, which makes people feel a little lonely.

Although Maca doesn't always care about grades so much, other students have to pay attention to their studies.Especially the seventh grade students, they are not only facing graduation, adulthood and job hunting. Before that, there are NEWT exams waiting for them!

And Charlotte Witte, who has been a "big beauty" for seven full years, is one of the graduates.

Graduation is always memorable-most people think so.But when you are a party, you will find that you have absolutely no kung fu and no mood to hug and feel sad with your classmates, and then throw sweat and tears.

Because you have to take an exam!You have to desperately go to the exam!

Charlotte's grades are not bad, but they are not as good as her looks.

For this reason, she had to put aside all thoughts and devote herself to the hell of learning, reviewing, and relearning.

Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with my old lady?Holiday?No, don't be kidding, it doesn't exist in the lives of seventh graders!

Sometimes, the textbook is like a handful of shit, when you are driven crazy by hunger, there is only one option left!

"Should I be more gentle?" Charlotte, who was lying on a pile of documents with disheveled hair, raised her head suddenly, the bloodshot eyes looking very scary.

"No, it's not too late to be gentle after the exam." She plunged into the data pile again, "Oh, shit! Wrong again!"

In fact, there are only two weeks left before the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky suddenly cleared, showing a dazzling egg white color; the grounds that had been muddy due to heavy rain were also covered with a layer of shiny hoarfrost one morning.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas has been filled in advance.

The curse teacher, Professor Flitwick, used shimmering light sources to decorate his classroom. These light sources are actually a group of little fairies constantly shaking their wings.

Except for the seventh grade, almost all the students were happily discussing their vacation plans.

But this year, Ron and Hermione both decided to stay at Hogwarts. Ron said he couldn't bear to be with Percy for two weeks, and Hermione insisted that she was going to the library.

But Harry knew in his heart-they did it to accompany him, for which he was very grateful.

Of course, in the last week of the semester, everyone can go to Hogsmeade again.Everyone except Harry was very happy.

However, the three little lions who had been waiting for Maca to appear did not wait.

At this moment, it is dinner time, and everyone is filling their stomachs.But at this moment, a large group of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students all looked over in surprise.

"Is it McLean again? But Christmas is not here yet?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

The targets of this group of owls were obviously scattered. They fluttered their wings and flew to the sky above the four long tables, and dropped white envelopes.

For a while, it was like envelope rain in the auditorium.

After a while, everyone noticed-these letters were addressed to seventh-graders who were about to graduate.

"Oh-McLean?"

"...Yes, so is mine."

"same!"

Everyone looked around, then opened the envelopes one after another and read them.

"Graduate party?" The first voice rang.

Immediately afterwards, most of the seventh graders were discussing with each other, and the scene was a little messy.

Yes, that's right!I don’t know what idea Maca made,

Even the Slytherins, who are often not seen by the other three colleges, have a share. This is a rare thing.

In this invitation letter, it also specifically stated one point: If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go, everything is voluntary.

"are you going?"

"Why not?"

"But the exam..."

"Let it go to hell! Do you think more than a day and a half will allow you to pass safely?"

"Oh-yes, as the letter said,'I won't regret that I haven't been crazy once after you graduate.'"

"Yes! That's right, that's it!"

Similar conversations were held on the long tables of various colleges. Although some graduates did not agree with it, most people thought it was a great idea.

Soon, the news in the letter was passed along with the dining table—it’s okay for lower-grade students to participate, but drinks and food are not free.

This time, Maca bleeds inexplicably, and he actually wants to host an outdoor party at his own expense!

You know, there are more than 150 people in the entire seventh grade. The cost of this party is an astronomical figure for a student.

Just when everyone was a little excited, Maca's owl, Malfurion, also rushed in from the gate.It didn't stay, but dropped a letter to Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the faculty seat, and immediately spread its wings and flew out of the hall.

"It seems that I have a share too." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the envelope that fell in front of him.

He opened it and looked at it, but continued: "Oh, more than that-everyone has a share."

Dumbledore handed the letter to McGonagall, who was sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat and said, "Seventh graders, please pay attention—"

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall immediately became quiet.

"I regret to tell everyone that this party is just the personal behavior of Mr. McLean-he did not notify me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think this is not compliant." He looked at everyone and said slowly. .

On the long desks of the various colleges, many students showed a frustrated expression.

"But..." At this moment, everyone's hearts hung again. "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the party is just a personal act, there seems to be no reason why the school can stop everyone?"

Dumbledore blinked, and it looked a little mischievous.

"Although Mr. McLean also invited me, there are still things I have to accomplish—" As he said, he turned his head and looked at everyone on the faculty bench. "If other professors have time to participate, it will be them Personal freedom."

After speaking, Dumbledore sat back safely and ate the food on the plate with his head down, as if nothing had happened just now.

Immediately, the students off the court cheered happily.

"Farewell to the graduates?" Hermione said strangely, "What is Maca doing?"

"Who knows?"

Harry was a little depressed, because he couldn't go—at least he couldn't go in an open manner.

But Ron sighed with an awkward face: "Oh, Maca is really rich!"

Yes, this is indeed an interesting event.But everyone is wondering what exactly is the reason why Maca held this event; or just didn't think about it at all, just prepared to go crazy at an open-air party.

But anyway, just looking at everyone's excitement, this party should be quite lively.

...

The next day, on the morning when everyone went to Hogsmeade, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then walked up the marble staircase back to the Gryffindor Tower alone-he planned to rely on the invisibility cloak Go find a way to slip out of school.

Snow fluttered outside the window, and the castle seemed very quiet.

"Huh—Harry!"

Harry turned around in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, and he saw Fred and George surreptitiously looking from behind a statue of a one-eyed hunchback witch.

"Are you there?" Harry asked curiously. "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"We will come to give you a little holiday spirit before we leave." Fred said, blinking mysteriously. "Come here..."

He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George in.

George closed the door gently, then turned around and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

"Give you a Christmas present early, Harry," he said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Fred on the side drew something from the cloak and placed it on an empty table.

It was a large, square, and very old parchment with nothing written on it-Harry thought it was a joke between Fred and George again, so he could not help but stare at it with his eyes widened, so as not to It was fixed by the twins.

"I said, what is this?"

"Well... Harry, it's the secret of our success!" George said, patting the parchment lovingly.

"It's a bit reluctant to give it to you," Fred said, "but last night we decided that you need it more than we do!"

"Anyway, we have memorized its contents." George continued, "We will give it to you-we don't need it anymore."

"Why do I want such a shabby parchment?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"An old piece of parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a grimace as if Harry had looked down upon him, "Explain, George."

"Okay! In our first grade, Harry, we were so young, carefree, and innocent—"

Harry snorted, and he wondered if Fred and George were naive.

"...Well, at least more naive than we are now!" George said, "There was a little accident between us and Filch at that time."

"We put a big dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason, this bomb made him very frustrated-so he dragged us to his office and started to use the usual...to deal with us. "

"Confinement?" Harry interjected.

"Pull out our intestines!" George grinned, and Harry immediately curled his lips.

"What's next?" Harry urged.