Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I can't believe it," Harry said hoarsely.

He tore open the long large package at Ron's urging, and then a beautiful, sparkling broomstick rolled onto his bed, and he was breathless with surprise.

Ron dropped the sock in his hand and jumped off the bed to take a closer look.

It was the Firebolt, exactly the same as the one Harry had always wanted to see and dream of when he was in Diagon Alley.

Harry picked it up, and it sparkled.

He could feel it trembling slightly, so he let go-it was hanging in the air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for him to ride on.

From the golden serial number on the top of the flying broomstick, his eyes always see the completely smooth, streamlined broom tip.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked quietly.

"Let's see if there is a card or something..." Harry asked Ron to tear open the wrapping paper of the Firebolt.

"Nothing! Hey, who has spent so much money for you?"

"Well," Harry also looked surprised, "I bet it's not Dursley's."

"I bet it's Dumbledore." Ron walked around the magnificent Firebolt, looking carefully from start to finish. "Didn't he give you the invisibility cloak anonymously?"

"But that's my dad's," Harry said. "Dumbledore just gave it to me... He won't spend so much money on me, he can't give students such a valuable thing."

"That's why he didn't say it was from him!" Ron said. "Otherwise, a guy like Malfoy would say he was partial. Hey, Harry—"

Ron burst into laughter, "Malfoy! He will die when he sees you riding this broomstick! This is an international broomstick, really!"

"I can't believe it," Harry muttered, stroking the broom with one hand. "Who is it..."

At this moment, Ron was lying on Harry's bed, and he couldn't breathe out of laughter at the thought of what Malfoy would look like.

"Oh, yes! There's another package." Harry returned to his senses, bent down and picked up the inconspicuous little package.

"Uh...Owl food?" Harry seemed more surprised than when he saw the Firebolt. "And it was a gift from Maca, why?"

"Oh, speaking of it, I seem to have a small package there too..."

Ron got up from Harry's bed and walked to his bed.

There was a sound of tearing the wrapping paper, followed by Ron's surprised soft voice.

"Is Maca going to have a pet food tasting party this year?" He wondered, "Everyone has a small bottle, Maca seems to be getting stingy..."

"Oh-there is a little card, let me see -" Ron said suddenly, "Well... This is made by Maca himself. It is said that it is very nutritious and can make my spots healthier?"

Ron took Scab out from his pocket.

Harry found that the formerly obese scaly was now thin and skinny, and he was surprised and unhappy-the scaly hair seemed to be falling off piece by piece.

"It seems that Maca always knows what I need." Ron felt a little moved. "No one noticed that Shaban was in bad shape recently, but he did."

He poured a few red-brown rat food from the palm-sized bottle that Maca gave him, and put them in front of Scabbers.

Scabbard leaned forward and smelled it, looking a little hesitant.

"Hurry up, my friend made it for you. It's nutritious!" Ron moved to his mouth and urged, "It should make you fatter."

Scaly's head shrank. It found that Ron would not let it go if he didn't eat it, so he craned its neck and took a few pills.

With the biting sound of a babble,

That kind of fragrant and crispy, it seems to have a faint smell of barbecue, it's like...

"It's like..." Harry picked up a pill and sniffed it, then threw it in his mouth and chewed it up. "Fried peanuts! My dad ordered delivery in a Chinese restaurant, and this is the fragrance!"

"Hey! Don't grab food with Shaban!" Ron was a little bit dumbfounded.

"...But, I said, this is too delicious...why?" Harry stared, "I think I still want to eat, give me some more!"

"Didn't you have it too! Snatch it with your Hedwig--" Ron said in an angry manner.

"What are you two talking about?"

Hermione walked in through the door. She was still wearing her pajamas and carrying Crookshanks.Crookshanks looked bad-tempered and tied a ring of wire around his neck.

"Don't bring it here!" Ron said, and hurriedly tucked Scapple back into his pocket.But Hermione didn't listen to him. She put Crookshanks on Seamus's empty bed and looked at the firebolt with her mouth wide open.

"Oh, Harry! Who gave this to you?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "This gift doesn't have a card or anything."

To Harry's great surprise, she was neither excited nor curious when she heard these words.Instead, her face was elongated and she was biting her lip.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said slowly, "but it's a bit weird, isn't it? I mean, this should be a pretty good broom, isn't it?"

"This is the best broomstick, Hermione," Ron said.

"Then it must be expensive..."

"It's probably more expensive than all the flying broomsticks of the Slytherin team combined!" Ron said happily.

"Well...who would give Harry such a valuable thing without telling him who it was?" Hermione asked.

"Who cares about this?" Ron said impatiently. "Listen, Harry, can I ride for a while? Can I?"

"I don't think anyone can ride it right now!" Hermione shrieked.

Harry and Ron looked at her with surprise.

"What do you think Harry is going to do with it—sweeping the floor?" Ron said.

But before Hermione could answer, Crookshanks jumped off Seamer's bed and went straight to Ron's chest.

"Get—it—from—here—get out!" Ron immediately hid his pocket and shouted.

But before he had time to cover it, Crookshanks' paws had already ripped off Ron's dressing gown, and Scorched managed to escape from Ron's shoulder.

Ron grabbed the splattered tail and kicked Crookshanks but missed it.He kicked the box at the foot of Harry's bed and knocked the box over.

Ron himself jumped on one leg in place, screaming in pain.

Crookshanks' hair suddenly stood up, and the room was full of sharp, faint calls.

"You might as well take this cat away, Hermione," Ron said furiously, sitting on Harry's bed rubbing his toes.

Hermione pursed her lips, then picked up Crookshanks and walked out of the room slowly, Crookshanks' yellow eyes still staring at Ron viciously.

At this moment, Scabs curled up in Ron's palm.

"It doesn't look great, does it?" Harry said hesitantly.

"It's just being overly nervous!" Ron said, "If that stupid big ball doesn't mess with it, it's fine!"

But Harry remembered that the woman in Wonderful Zoo had said that the mouse could only live for three years... He couldn't help but think that Scabbers might be nearing the end of his life.

Even though Ron had been complaining that Shaban was annoying and useless, Harry was certain that if Shaban died, Ron would be very sad.

"Maca said that rat food can make Scab a little healthier, he must know it." Harry couldn't help but think so.

That morning, in the Gryffindor common room, the Christmas atmosphere must have been mild.

Hermione locked Crookshanks in the dormitory, but was extremely angry that Ron was about to kick it; Ron was so angry that Crookshanks wanted to eat Scattered.

Harry gave up his efforts to reconcile the two of them and went to see his Firebolt—he had already brought it to the common room.

For some reason, this also made Hermione unhappy.

She didn't say anything, but she kept looking at the firebolt gloomily as if it had offended her cat too.

But just when Ron and Hermione were sulking each, Maca was flying in the sky happily...

"call out!"

Maca passed by at low altitude, and quickly rushed in front of the Ernie trio, causing them to scream.

"Oh-great!" Ernie yelled, "Come on, do it again!"

Next to him, the two little girls were all red with clapping and clapping, and they looked very excited.

But after making a circle in the air, Maca descended and stopped in front of them.

"It doesn't make sense for me to fly alone, don't you come together?" Maca said.

"But we can't fly well!" Ernie said, "It's better to watch you fly more vigorously."

"Then take a rest!" said Maca, falling to the ground. "It's time for lunch in a while, right? You haven't introduced me to this new friend yet!"

"Ha! This is Layla Shafik, my good friend of Hannah and I. We have known each other since childhood." Ernie shrugged.

"Huh huh," Layla said with a grin, "Ernie told me about you-many times!"

"I've said it so many times, but don't you still remember the name wrong?" Ernie couldn't help but say.

"Oh—I'm not very good at remembering names—"

"Leave her alone, Maca," Ernie smiled, "She is always so reckless, don't care..."

"It's okay, just be careful, don't bump yourself." Maca also hooked his mouth, pretending to be smiling.

"Hey, don't laugh, you laugh awkwardly!" Layla said suddenly, "it looks a little bit gloomy."

"Uh, is it?" Maca touched his face.

It seems that I have to hurry up, and the current state is really not conducive to the progress of the plan.