Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

By the bonfire, Maca rubbed his cheeks vigorously—he just put on a pose on the Slytherin side, which really took a lot of his expression.

By his side, many students crowded around him to praise this outdoor party.Many graduates have said that this is probably the most precious memory since entering Hogwarts.

Of course there are many precious memories, but it is the first one to make people clearly point out their "value"!

Maca curled up her mouth, forced herself to put on some smiles, and chatted with everyone.

To be honest, Maca’s real purpose for hosting the party is indeed utilitarian, but from another perspective, he may not have the thought of "really wanting to make friends with everyone."

The word "friend" can be light or heavy; but no matter how you say it, it is something that can affect a person's life.

Although it is really difficult to understand friendship or something for Maca now, it does not prevent him from using his "past self" as his criterion and spend more time deciding how to act.

Over time, more Slytherins joined the ranks of the campfire.It can be seen that they are not very comfortable with such simple, enthusiastic, and even some rude communication, but Maca usually takes the trouble to help them understand each other and integrate into it.

The night was getting deeper and everyone was a little tired from making noises, but when Maca was planning to announce that the party was over, everyone felt a little abnormal...

"Do you think it seems to have suddenly become cold?"

The little wizards communicated with each other suspiciously, and as the feeling of anxiety gradually surged, the field became quiet.The professors have already drawn out their magic wands-they know very well that it must be the dementors here again!

At this point, the coolest person in the audience was of course Maca-he wouldn't be able to do it if he didn't want to be calm, but Snape's appearance was not lost to him.

Both of them were squinting. Maca was staring in the direction of Hogsmeade village. The cold was coming from the opposite side of the hillside. Snape stared blankly. Maca is watching.

Snape was very curious about Maca's strength.He always felt that every time Maca was shot, it would bring everyone a big surprise.

Maca will certainly surprise everyone.

Not to mention the past few shots, at least today, he was mentally prepared for the "dementor will come".

Since those dark creatures will patrol the streets of Hogsmeade Village at night, the huge "happiness" released at the party that night is like a delicacy specially prepared for them.

Although it is not clear why Dumbledore acquiesced to the holding of this evening party, and even he did not come to attend it with confidence; but just because he also acquiesced to the professors to attend, it can be seen that he has already recognized the dementors They will come suddenly.

"Don't panic, everyone gather in the middle!" Maca said suddenly.

When the uneasy students heard the words, they all subconsciously obeyed Maca's command, and almost everyone squeezed toward him.

After the last time the Dementors attacked the Quidditch Stadium, everyone is familiar with the chill.At this moment, Maca's words are like a key, opening the door of everyone's memory.

"Yes... is it a dementor?" a Slytherin said nervously, walking a few steps in the middle.

At this moment, several dark shadows suddenly appeared on the top of the opposite hillside, and they were floating off the ground, coming here.And behind them, more horror figures gradually appeared.

The students couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice.

The professors all moved forward, standing unwillingly between the dementors and the little wizards, their wands lit up with a familiar silver-white haze.

At this time, of course Maca was not idle,

Snape frowned and looked at the big potion bottle with a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, the dementors are getting closer and closer, the surrounding cold is getting more and more solid, and everyone shrinks their necks involuntarily.

Maca noticed that the students closest to the other side began to back away, and everyone was getting closer and closer.

"It's time." Maca thought so and pulled out the cork decisively.

Suddenly, a very dense milky white mist quickly emerged from the bottle mouth and spread out in a spherical shape.

The haze spread very fast, and the scope was quite wide, not only covering the students, but also the professors standing in the front.

"Don't worry, this kind of light fog can make the dementors inaccessible, as long as it is safe to stay inside!" Maca said loudly, "Leave everything to the professors, and you will be fine soon!"

"By the way, everyone, let me pass..."

He squeezed all the way to the front, and then quickly walked out of the white haze area and stood behind the professors.

Yes, today he has no plans to use his wand at all.There are several professors, he just needs to watch.

Although the dementors who were attracted this time were not too few, they were obviously less than the one at Quidditch Stadium.The professors who had no worries about each called up their own patron saints, and soon drove the dementors away.

In fact, without the haze protective cover made by Maca, the students would have nothing to do. At best, it would be a piece of chocolate.

But it is a very meaningful thing to give everyone a sense of security when everyone is in panic.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, everyone cleaned up, and then went back to Hogwarts in the carriage drawn by Ye Qi.

On the way back, everyone was happily discussing the events of the party...Of course, there was also the experience of just being attacked by a dementor.

To be honest, the little wizards didn't have much fear left this time.In addition to the protection of the professors, it has to be said that Macana's seemingly unnecessary behavior is indeed indispensable.

...

The next morning, in a dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower...

"Harry?" Ron shouted hesitantly.

Harry remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, he heard Ron leaving.After that, there seemed to be another movement, but he was not in the mood to open his eyes and take a look.

Harry hadn't fallen asleep for almost the whole night, and he felt a feeling of hatred that he had never known before, and that feeling of hatred was like poison.

In a daze, he saw Black laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken the magical photo from the album and posted it in front of him.

He watched as if someone was showing a movie for him. Sirius Black was blasting Peter Pettigrew to pieces—for some reason, Peter looked like Neville.

He seemed to hear someone muttering in excitement: "It's done, master... The Potters have made me their secret guard..."

Then there was another person's voice, and this person laughed sharply.It was the man's voice that he would hear in his head when the dementor approached...

It was not until near noon that he got up from the bed, and then found that the dormitory was empty.

He got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room.There was no one there, only Ron, who was eating a toad mint and massaging his stomach; and Hermione, who was spreading homework on three tables.

"Harry, you--you don't look good." Ron looked at him.

"Where are the people?" Harry asked.

"Go! This is the first day of the holiday, remember?" Ron said, watching Harry carefully."It's almost lunch. I was going to wake you up right away."

"Yeah! If it wasn't for the outdoor party last night, everyone would have gone home yesterday." Hermione followed, "just after visiting Hogsmeade."

Harry sank into the chair by the fireplace.Snow was still flying outside the window.Crookshanks lay spread out in front of the fireplace, like a big ginger blanket.

"You really look bad, do you know?" Hermione said, looking anxiously at his face.

"I'm fine," Harry said dryly.

"Harry, listen," Hermione said, exchanging glances with Ron. "You must be upset about what we heard yesterday. But what matters is that you must not do stupid things—and, Mar. Didn’t Card think something was wrong? You know, he usually doesn’t make mistakes—"

"So what!" Harry said grumpily, "whether it's Black or Peter, the outcome of the matter hasn't changed at all... And, what can I do stupid things?"

"Like... to track Black." Ron said sharply.

Harry understood that the two of them had probably practiced this conversation before he came down.He said nothing.

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" Hermione said.

"It's not worth dying for Black." Ron continued.

"As soon as the dementor approached me, I saw what I heard, do you know?" Ron and Hermione both shook their heads with a worried look.

"I can hear my mother screaming, hear her pleading with Voldemort. If you hear your mother screaming like that, you are about to be killed. You will not forget the previous screams! If you find someone , Everyone thought it was her friend, but he betrayed her and asked Voldemort to chase her—"

At this moment, a figure appeared at the door of the common room.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Maca?" Hermione said in surprise. "Did you not go back? Also, how did you pass the fat woman?"

"It just so happened that I came from Professor McGonagall, and she told me the password." Maca calmly said, "As for why I didn't go back, this is what I want to say..."