Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What's next?" Harry asked curiously. "What are you doing again?"

"Yes, yes...Then we'accidentally' noticed Filch's filing cabinet drawer, one of which said: Confiscation of supplies, high danger."

"Don't tell me you--" Harry said, and couldn't help laughing. "Well, what did you do?"

Fred squeezed his eyes at Harry and said, "George threw another big shit bomb, which distracted him. And I, quickly opened the drawer and grabbed it—this!"

He said, pointing to the old parchment on the table.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you have to know," George said. "We think Filch has never discovered how to use this parchment...but he probably guessed what it was, or else he Nor will it be confiscated."

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Oh, yeah," Fred said with a smirk. "This little thing teaches us more than the whole school teacher teaches!"

"Are you kidding me?" Harry looked at the tattered parchment with a look of disbelief.

"Oh, you said we lied to you?" George spread out his hands exaggeratedly, then took out his wand and lightly tapped the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I did nothing good."

Suddenly, the thin ink lines immediately spread out like a spider web from where the wand had just touched.

These lines interlaced each other, extending to every corner of the parchment, and then some curved dark green writing began to emerge on the parchment:

"Auxiliary supplier for magical prank makers: Moon face, Wormtail, Bigfoot and Prongs-gentlemen proudly present the map of the live point!"

This map shows all the details within Hogwarts.

However, what is really worth noting is the small ink dots that move along the map, and each ink dot is marked with a name with tiny letters.

Harry was so surprised, he leaned over to look closely.

A small ink dot in the upper left corner shows that Professor Dumbledore is pacing in the study; Filch's cat, Mrs. Loris, is hovering on the third floor; and the teasing ghost Peppy is jumping around in the prize room.

Harry's eyes swept up and down the corridor he knew well.

"Uh—" Harry suddenly raised his head and looked at the Weasley twin brothers. "Did you see Maca?"

"Oh, let me see... well... maybe he has left school?" George shrugged. "Don't care about that. Today I mainly show you—"

Following George's finger, Harry noticed something.

This map showed a series of passages that he had never entered before. Many of these passages seemed to lead to...

"It's the road leading to Hogsmeade," Fred said, pointing his finger along a passage. "There are seven! Well, Filch knows these four—"

He pointed out the four ones one by one, "But we are sure, only we know the other few... Don’t bother with the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We have been using it before last winter, but it collapsed-completely blocked. Living."

"We don't think anyone has ever walked this one, because the beating willow is planted at its entrance..."

"But this one—yes, look at this one. It leads to the cellar of the Honey Duke. We have walked many times. As you may have noticed, the entrance is just below this room. You have to pass this one-eyed one. The old woman's hunchback."

"Moon face, Wormtail, Bigfoot, pointed fork," Qiao Qia sighed, and he patted the title of the map, "We owe them so much love!"

"Noble people, work tirelessly to help a new generation of people who break the rules!" Fred solemnly said.

"Right," George said briskly, "don't forget to wipe it off when you run out!"

"--Or others will see it." Fred warned. "Just tap it again and say,'The prank is over', and it will become a blank parchment again."

"Then, little Harry," Fred said in a weird manner in Percy's tone, "remember to behave."

"See you at the Honey Duke." George said with a wink.

Then, both of them smirked contentedly and left.

...

In fact, Maca is not in school. At this moment, he and Tyrande are visiting the family of managers in Hogsmeade Village!

"...Mr. Hossa, this event is also to commemorate the founder Hangis." Maca sat on the sofa and said calmly, "You must know that I am also a member of Hufflepuff College, and Han So is Mr. Guise—this is the glory of our college."

Opposite him, a fat old man with a big brown beard was lying halfway in another larger sofa.If it's just about width, he is like some of Hagrid's lost brothers.

The fat old man Hossa lazily looked at Macka and said, "Yes, this does sound like a good proposal... My great ancestor created Hogsmeade here. This is something worth recording. Great events in the history of British magic!"

"In fact, it has indeed been recorded in the history of British magic." Maca echoed.

"Yes, you are right." Hossa stretched out a fat finger and pointed at Maca. "To be honest, I really want to go to this outdoor party, but it's a pity. My body—you know."

"I don't care if people comment on my figure. It's not a big deal... But I have to say that it makes me feel a little tired." Hossa babbled, "It's really not very active Convenience……"

Behind Hoosa, a woman like a nurse patted him on the shoulder.

"Sir, it's time to take the medicine," she said.

Hossa squinted his eyes and shook his fat head slightly.

"Okay, okay-then I won't send you off," he said to Maca. "Child, I agree to this event-I have no reason to refuse-I will let my son participate in it for me. "

After that, Maca nodded to Tyrande, who was sitting next to him, and then politely got up and left.

"I said, hehe...Mr. McLean..." When he got outside, Tyrande had been staring at Maca, "I think I still don't...hehe...I can't accept this fact- —"

"Businessmen first care about interests," Maca said lightly, "but I'm very happy. Sometimes, more humane cooperation is more conducive to continuation and development."

"But I can't see how happy you are at all." Tyrande couldn't help but slander to himself.

After a few steps, Tyrande couldn't help it again.

"Mr. McLean," he asked again, "I still want to ask, your event this time... ahem... Although it doesn't cost much, but after all, it's also... —"

"Do you want to ask what's the value?" Maca turned his head.

"Ahem...Yes!" Tyrande said.

"This is a human investment with uncertain returns," Maca said naturally, "I also said just now-I like more humane cooperation."

After his little bit, Tyrande, who is always doing business in the magical world, didn't understand?Indeed, having a good relationship with the graduating students is a low-cost and efficient choice.

If done properly, Maca can build his own network of relationships in just a few years.Regardless of the effect, the value it can create will definitely be higher than the cost of input.

And the most important thing is-this kind of investment is not complicated, and does not require frequent follow-up operations.

The relationship between people is sometimes that simple.

"It's like...ahem...a shrunken Hogwarts?" Tyrande couldn't help saying so.

But Maca shook his head: "That still needs a strong strength to support-the pharmacist's ability alone is not enough."

"Do you want to be the next... Dumbledore?" Tyrande's eyes widened.

In fact, Tyrande wanted to call it "Greenward".

After all, the latter did it more directly and thoroughly; he left a dark legend in the magical world-but he failed, and Dumbledore defeated him in an extraordinary duel with personal strength.

However, Maca still shook his head.

"I am who I am, not the next one." He calmly said, "I have no love to guard the magic world, nor the ambition to conquer and change the magic world... I am just planning ahead, nothing more."

The two talked from time to time and walked to the main road of Hogsmeade Village.

...

On the other side, Harry had followed the secret road to the cellar of Duke Bee.

It is full of wooden chairs, boxes and drums, and it is probably full of various stocks.

Harry climbed out of the floor door and closed it carefully-it was so integrated with the dusty floor that there was really no way to tell that there would be such a door on the floor.

He slowly climbed to the wooden staircase leading upstairs.

Now he was sure that he heard all kinds of people talking, not to mention the sound of ringing bells and opening and closing doors.

Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do. At this moment, he suddenly heard a door opened very close and someone was going downstairs.

"Take another box of jelly slugs, dear... they are about to buy out our stock..." a woman's voice came down.

Immediately, a pair of feet stepped up the stairs.

Harry quickly got behind a huge wooden crate and waited for the footsteps to go away.

He heard the man moving the box on the opposite wall.He felt that maybe there would be no chance again--

Harry came out of the hiding place quickly and silently, walking up the stairs as fast as he could; he looked back and saw an extremely wide back and a shiny head buried under a box.

He walked to the door at the top of the stairs, and then slipped out the door, and then he found himself behind the Honey Duke's counter.

As always, the Honey Duke was crowded with Hogwarts students, and no one would take a look at Harry.

Harry walked among them, looking around.