Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At the door of the three broomsticks, McGonagall and Flitwick walked in with a flutter of snow.

Immediately behind him was the big Hagrid, who was having a heated conversation with a man with a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a thin cape, and a solemn manner-this person is the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge .

Ron and Hermione unanimously placed their hands on Harry's head and pressed him hard under the table.

Hermione cast a spell and moved a Christmas tree on the side to the front of their table, covering them all.Harry looked out through the thick branches and leaves of the lower part of the Christmas tree, and saw that the four chairs at the next table were all pulled apart, and then he heard the teachers sitting down with Fudge, muttering and uttering Several sighs.

Then, there was a burst of dialogue.

"A small glass of canyon water—"

"My." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead—"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," Hagrid said.

"A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails—"

"Um!" Professor Flitwick said, and smacked his lips.

"Then yours is red currant rum, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," Fudge said in his voice, "I must say, I am so happy to see you again—you have a drink too, okay? Come and sit with us..."

"Okay. Thanks a lot—"

Before Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, the doors of the three broomsticks were opened again, and a voice that surprised both Harry and them clearly came from the door.

"Sorry, Ms. Rosmerta, before that, give me a... Um... Butterbeer, thank you!" The calm tone was obviously Maca speaking, and Harry and the others heard it all at once. ...I always heard that butter beer is very popular with my classmates, but I haven't tasted it yet!"

"Oh-Maca?" Hagrid's voice sounded very cheerful, "I haven't seen you for a long time, since the last time-you know!"

"Yes, of course." Maca said, "There are a lot of things to learn recently, and there is always no room to spare..."

"Maca, listen to me—you don't have a signed application form—" Professor McGonagall seemed a bit disapproving, after all, she always values ​​rules so much.

"Well, yes... but I think I can't find anyone to sign my application form."

Maca's tone was still very calm, as if he was stating something unrelated to him.But the meaning contained in the words made Hagrid couldn't help but wipe the tears.

"Oh-I know, I know how you feel, Maca."

"Sorry, Hagrid, don't try too hard..."

Hagrid, who had always been rough in appearance and slender in heart, seemed to have saved Maca, and Harry could even imagine the suffocation of being held back by a powerful force—he had experienced that feeling.

"Well—perhaps so, but—" Professor McGonagall tangled, "Well, well—Albus didn't even care about you going to the party—I mean, Professor Dumbledore."

"Relax, Professor McGonagall!" Maca said, "I will take care of myself—oh, thank you, Ms. Rosmerta."

He picked up a large glass of Butterbeer and took a light sip.

At this moment, Harry's heart jumped to his throat.

He did not expect that not only the teachers came, but also Maca!He didn't sign the same as himself, but he sat swaggering beside the professor-it was incredible.

Should he go out?Say hello to the professors?No, he doesn't have the guts!

Hermione also seemed to be a little uneasy, her leg twisted slightly next to Harry.

"What brought you here, Minister?" Rosmerta sat down beside Fudge.

Harry saw Fudge's sturdy lower body twist in the chair, as if to check if anyone was listening.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "What else can happen besides Sirius Black, dear? I dare say, you have heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

"I heard the rumors." Ms. Rosmerta said, "but I also heard that a student is going to hold a farewell party for graduates—"

"I don't know where to start getting angry." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Do you think Black is still here, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Sure." Fudge said briefly.

"Did you know that the Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" Ms. Rosmerta said, a little sharp in her voice, "They scared my customers away-this pair is doing business. It's not good, Minister."

"Rosmerta, my dear, I am the same as you, and I don't like them either!" Fudge said uneasily. "That is a necessary precaution... but you are right. I just met a few. They are right. Dumbledore was very annoyed-he would not let them into the castle grounds."

"I think it's bad to let them in," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "These terrible things are floating everywhere. How do we teach?"

"Search and defense can't rely on them too much. After all, in the final analysis, they are not reliable." Maca said calmly.

"Yes, remember--" Professor Flitwick, a short stature, shrieked, "We all know that Black can—"

"You know, I still can't believe it..." Ms. Rosmerta didn't care how Black escaped. "Among all the people who have fallen into the bad guys, Sirius Black is the least I have Thinking of someone who would do this... I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time what he would become, then I would say You drank too much."

"You don't know half of the truth about the matter, Rosmerta," Fudge said stiffly. "Very few people know the worst thing he has ever done."

"The worst?" Ms. Rosmerta said, her voice full of curiosity. "You mean, is it worse than killing so many poor people?"

"Of course." Fudge said."I can't believe it. What could be worse than this?"

"Fudge, I think it's better to change the subject--" Professor McGonagall interrupted suddenly.

"What's wrong-oh!" Fudge was taken aback. As soon as he turned his head, he happened to see Maca sipping butter beer.

"Sorry, this is really not suitable..." he sipped his drink.

But Maca put down the big glass in his hand and turned to face them.

"I didn't expect the butter beer to be so sweet—" he said calmly, "I mean, there is nothing inappropriate about it... In fact, I happen to know a little bit about the original things."

He paused, then went on: "The Curse of Courageous Faith, Betrayal and Fleeing, the deaths of 12 Muggles...Of course, there is also Peter Pettigrew."

"Isn't it because Black later formed a gang with the mysterious man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice, "Also, what is the Courageous Faithful Curse?"

But for the time being, no one had the time to answer Ms. Rosmerta.

They were all shocked at Maca’s understanding of the incident. Although Maca only said a few key words, all the people sitting here were insiders. They knew immediately that Maca’s understanding of the incident was obviously not. It's just "just know some" as he said.

"Oh-McLean, how did you know?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

"Trust me, professor, it's not that hard to verify."

Maca's upper lip still has the white milk froth of Butterbeer, which makes him look like he has a white beard, but no one can laugh at this moment.

"But—" Fudge also seemed a little uncomfortable. "Because the case is blocked, there are not many people inside the case—"

"My Lord Minister, I am actually more concerned about the details of the case than this." Maca calmly said, "In fact, I analyzed the principle of the curse used to blow up the street at the time, but the result was I was taken aback."

Although his expression is the opposite of the word "shocked", everyone cares more about what he wants to say.

"Professors here-of course, and Minister!" Maca said immediately, "you are all experts with in-depth research on magic, and I do have some...but I don't know if you have noticed , The nature of that spell?"

"That should be a rather partial black magic that can detonate the magic contained in the flesh, but what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall said in a puzzled manner.

"To be precise, it is a kind of sacrificial black magic, a kind of evil magic from ancient times." Maca analyzed, "detonate the body, or detonate the soul-these evil magic have been in history. They have appeared in the long river, but all of them can only take effect'voluntarily'."

He reached out his hands and hooked his fingers, and put a quotation mark around the word "voluntary".

"Are you trying to say that Peter Pettigrew was voluntarily blown to pieces?" Hagrid said loudly, "No, how is this possible! Poor Peter..."

"Shhh!" Professor McGonagall was obviously blaming Hagrid for his loud voice.

"Actually, I want to say that this kind of black magic is generally self-sacrifice." Maca whispered, "Of course, it's not always the case! But at least, the success rate is the highest."

"Are you suspicious of Peter?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "We all know that Black is James' secret! The Curse of Courageous Faith is absolute!"

"Jaime Potter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell where they are, and that Black also intends to hide..." Professor McGonagall added, "This is what James said himself. ."

But Maca shook his head.

"The Courageous Loyalty Curse is absolute. It must be true... But James...well, what Uncle James said may not be true." Maca said, "It's like Brother Weasley. Uncle James and Uncle Black are both Very smart, and very...cunning."

Maca noticed that when he said this, a piece of glass in the side window of the tavern swayed slightly.