Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"It has to do with character?" Harry curiously asked, "Then what character does my patron saint represent?"

"Smart? Smart? Be gentle with others?" Hermione guessed.

Ron also came up and said: "I heard that the male deer fight with horns, but they usually look very docile-maybe that's saying that you usually look gentle, but you are wild at heart!"

Harry turned his head and asked Maca, "What do you think?"

Maca shrugged and said, "I think Ron said it well, but I have a better word here-'Man show (Man show)'."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked strangely.

"Well, you can understand it as'secret yet elegant and sexy'." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder, then turned and walked out the door, "The special spell class in this Christmas holiday So far, let’s practice more on your own."

"Hey, Maca!" Hermione stopped him. "There will be a Christmas dinner at noon tomorrow, I think--"

"Oh, sorry. I have some reservations tomorrow, I'm really sorry." Maca turned his head and said, "My roommate, you know, Ernie McMillan, he invited me to the Christmas party hosted by their family— —I think it will take a whole day. So..."

"Well, um, then..." Hermione pursed her lips, her tone of voice sounded lower, "Then wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

"Oh! Are you going to have a big meal?" Ron and Harry didn't feel much, they just looked at him a little enviously, "That sounds really good..."

Maca waved to them, and then quickly disappeared around the corner.

...

Early the next morning, Maca deliberately chose a more formal dress.

This was what he had prepared when he planned to hold a farewell party for graduates last time. Although he didn't need to dress so formal that time, once he chose to step into the social circle, he had to make some preparations.

No, it will come in handy soon.

The McMillan family is one of the 28 sacred families in the British magical world. Although this name sounds very earthy, the significance of it is always unignorable.

Of course, this has happened before.

Now, almost all of these 28 pure-blood families are not as good as before.For example, the Longbottom family of Neville, or the Gunter family of Voldemort.

Of course, there is also the Black family.

There is an old British saying that “A bad bush is better than the open field.” At least there are a few well-maintained pure-blood families, Ernie’s McMillan family That's one of them.

By the way, Maca went through the fireplace in Hogsmeade Village.

"I can't figure out why my Apparition always deviates..." Maca shook his head, then dived into the fireplace, "McMillan's house."

Bang!

Tyrande looked at the magic flame faintly emerging from his fireplace, coughing and laughing.

"Ahem... I changed the structure a bit, and it really got better..."

But Tyrande didn’t know. Just now, the green flames produced by Maca’s use of Floo powder spurted out of his chimney, and several jackdaws were looking into the chimney. Ernie's house went...

When Maca walked out of the fireplace in Ernie's house, the hapless jackdaws fell out of the chimney duct together and rolled all the way to the center of the living room.

"Oh, is this the Christmas present you gave me?" Ernie stood up from the table and curiously looked at the jackdaw who was getting up in the house.

Maca looked back at the fireplace, also confused.

"Do not,

"Okay! Anyway, you are welcome to come to my house." Ernie beckoned to him, "Have you had breakfast? Do you mind a glass of milk?"

At this time, the man sitting on the main seat stood up.

"Are you Mr. McLean?" he said politely. "We always listen to Ernie talking about you. To be honest, you are much better than Ernie."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Macmillan." Maca politely said to him, "Ernie often helps me, and sometimes brings me some supper-you should know that the kitchen is in Hufflepuff Public Next to the lounge."

"Haha, yes, of course!" Ernie's father nodded, "I was also a Hufflepuff back then, and I always went to the kitchen to find food... In fact, Ernie got from me long before entering school. I know where the kitchen is."

"This is really a memorable parent-child fun." Maca said, and walked over and sat next to Ernie. "As Ernie told me before, you are a gentle father."

"Did he really say that?" Ernie's father glanced at Ernie in disbelief.

"Hey, Dad! Don't believe it!" Ernie poured a glass of milk for Maca and put it in front of him, "Stop talking about it, come and taste this-from our farm."

The Christmas banquet at McMillan’s house will start at noon and there will be a lot of guests; in the afternoon there will be a tea party and some messy small activities, where guests can freely participate and spend time.

But the highlight is the evening dance, when more pure-blood families will come to participate.According to Ernie, it will be very lively.

"The Christmas ball is rotated every year by several good families, but I don't like it very much-it always makes people very cautious." Ernie curled his lips, "but it will show the glory of our family. I really like it!"

Soon, guests arrived one after another.

I have to talk about the McMillan mansion here.

Although the various layouts are very low-key, they cannot conceal their essence, that is, one word-big!

This is a three-story mansion with few floors, but it is very spacious.As far as the living room is concerned, it is almost half the size of the Hogwarts Auditorium.

You know, Hogwarts is a castle.

Of course, as far as the residence is concerned, Macalienville’s Fort Blois has seen it.In contrast, such a large place seems to be nothing at all.

Maca straightened his clothes, readjusted the position of the bow tie, and followed suit.

The purpose of his coming this time is more for communication, especially those ancient pure-blood families.After all, no matter how the families declined, they still occupy a dominant position in today's magical world.

In his plan, their presence is indispensable.

Just as he was squeezing a smiley face in the crowd and chattering skillfully, Ernie suddenly brought a little girl over—it was Hannah Abbot.

"Maca, Hannah is here too—" he said, "Don't join in the fun here, how about we go to the backyard and play a flying broomstick for a while?"

"Flying broom? Now?" Maca froze for a moment.

"Yes, of course!" Ernie smiled. "Hannah always said that she likes to see you riding on a broomstick. It's so cool!"

"No, no... I didn't say that..." Hannah blushed, "Hello, McLean..."

"Oh, hello." Maca nodded, then looked back at the crowd, "Then go flying for a while."

"Yes, let's fly for a while! The weather is so good today...it just so happened that Layla was here too," Ernie was saying, suddenly shouting out the door, "Layla, here!"

Maca looked back, but saw a little girl who looked more reckless than Hannah was trotting here.

Did she still bump into one or two people, stopping to apologize every time.At that distance of more than ten meters, she let her walk for several minutes.

"...Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Is it—"

When she walked in front of Maca, she was turning around while apologizing and bumped her head against Maca's chest.

"Ah-I'm sorry!"

"If you can watch the direction of walking more, you don't have to say so much. I'm sorry..." Maca said after helping her well.

"Hey, isn't Ernie calling me!" She said, glanced at Maca, and then whispered again, "Oh! You are not that...well, McLagan!"

"It's McLean!" Ernie whispered.

"Oh! I'm sorry—McLagan." She apologized again.

"Well, although you are very polite, don't you think you are calling the wrong one?" Maca shrugged.

"Really?" She stuck her tongue out, "Um... I'm sorry!"

McLagan is McLagan!Anyway, Maca didn't care much about his surname, it wouldn't be a big deal if it staggered.

"Then let's go to the backyard! The flying broomstick is waiting for us!" Ernie said excitedly.

"I like flying broomsticks!" the little girl followed, "then let's go! Um... McLagan?"

When Maca heard the words, he had to spread his hands and said, "Yes, my name is McLagan... let's go!"

Although it is really important to deal with those wizard families, there are many angles to start.To be honest, it is a good way to have more friendships with little wizards rather than nonsense with adult wizards.

...

While Maca was busy with his plans, Harry and Ron were unpacking their Christmas presents this year...

"Mom gave me another hooded leather coat...sorrel again! See if you got one too?" Ron turned his head and asked.

Harry had it too. Mrs. Weasley gave him a scarlet hooded leather coat with a Gryffindor yard lion woven on the front, and twelve mince pies baked at home, some Christmas pastries and a box of crunchy peanut flakes.

He looked happily for a while before moving all these things away.Then, he saw a large slender package underneath, and a small package that was not very conspicuous.

"What's that?" Ron asked curiously, looking at the big one with a pair of maroon socks in his hand.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and stretched out his hand.