Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Come, sit down...speak slowly."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, pulled another chair, and placed it beside the table.

But the young witch shook her head and said, "Sorry...you must be Principal Dumbledore? I...I came to see Mr. McLean, but I didn't expect..."

"Maca went out today and said she was going to a banquet..." Hermione said casually, poking her head down at the food on the plate.

"Oh—" The young witch sighed disappointedly, and then hesitated, "Although I know this is abrupt—I originally planned to ask Mr. McLean to help me introduce it, but—"

She whispered: "I don't know if I can see Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in good condition. The therapist at St. Mungo said that it is a very bad disease. The medicine used is very difficult to prepare...so..."

"Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Snape.

Snape curled his hair impatiently and looked at her indifferently, "Has McLean never told you?"

The young witch froze for a moment-she didn't know what Snape was referring to.

"Potion," Snape frowned. "McLean is also a pharmacist—"

"He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall immediately said solemnly.

Snape's impatient appearance was obviously better.

He frowned, stared at the young witch, and then he asked, "You know McLean?"

"Yes, Mr. Snape..." She nodded quickly, "Mr. McLean, and Miss Lovegood, they are the guests of our restaurant..."

It is already clear here that this young and beautiful witch is exactly Celine, the new owner of the "Snow Witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade Village.

"The relationship between the store and the customer?" Snape couldn't help but sneered.

"Sorry, I know this...but..." Celine said with a weeping expression, "I'm really desperate. My mother's illness suddenly became serious, but Saint Mungo has nothing to do-just lack of special effects. Potion."

Snape's brows grew tighter and tighter, obviously he didn't want to make himself more troublesome.

"Severus." Dumbledore said suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, then glanced over Celine again.

"Okay, okay..." Snape said boredly, "I don't care how much you have to do with McLean, anyway, this trip is on his head!"

"Let's go! At once!" He waved his hand impatiently, and then walked quickly outside the door.

"He's still so annoying." Ron leaned over to Harry and said in the smallest voice.

At this moment, Ron felt something on his knee jumping up, and he was startled.

"Oh!" he yelled, knocking his elbow on the edge of the table and overturning the cup.

"What's the matter?" Harry turned his head.

But before he had time to continue, he found a big ginger-yellow hair ball "bang" on the table. Then there was a bang, and many plates and glasses were touched. On the ground.

Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and picked it up and put it on the ground, lest it continue to spoil the food.

"Oh, Crookshanks, what's the matter with you?" Hermione exclaimed.

That's right, the big hairball-like thing is Hermione's pet cat-Crookshanks.

Ron still clutched his elbow and cried out in pain, but he felt a light on his thigh.

He quickly turned his head, and happened to see that his own mouse jumped onto the empty chair beside him, then jumped to the ground again, and ran away to the other end again.

Crookshanks will naturally not let go, it flexibly goes around the round table,

"It's like this again! It's like this again!" Ron stood up angrily, "Scorched is sleeping in my bed! Why are you stupid cat staring at it!"

He complained angrily, and chased them in the direction they were running.

Hermione looked at Ron's back and was about to follow along.But she thought about it again, but turned her head altogether and sat still in the chair.

"God! He got up first! It's him!" Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed to the door where Ron left and screamed loudly.

"If you count him, there are only twelve!" Professor McGonagall said in an angry manner, "you must have not learned arithmetic well."

Professor Trelawney came back to her senses. She looked around and said vaguely: "There should be thirteen here, but the fog of fate covers my third eye..."

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner is over.

But until this moment, Ron hasn't returned-Professor Trelawney has been talking about it.Harry said he would bring some back for Ron.

"Come?" Harry asked Hermione, who was about to go back.

"No," Hermione mumbled, "I want to talk to Professor McGonagall."

Harry walked to the doorway in the portrait and found that Sir Cadogan was celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former Hogwarts principals, and his fat pony.

He pushed his helmet up and toasted him with a pot of mead.

"Christmas-hiccups-happy! Password?"

"Indecent mongrel," Harry said.

"Same for you, sir!" Cadogan roared, and at the same time, the painting leaned forward to let him in.

But Harry immediately realized that Ron was not in the common room, so he went straight to the dormitory.

"Oh, you are back..." Harry said, "I brought you some food... how is it?"

At a glance, Harry saw Scabbard lying on Ron's bed. It looked worse, but he was a little fatter-probably because of the small bottle of "special rat food" that Maca gave.

"Thank you," Ron glanced at Harry's food on the bedside table and said feebly. "As long as that damn stupid cat doesn't catch him again, I think he can live a few more days..."

"You didn't feed it any more rat food from Maca?" Harry asked. "It looks like it works well."

"It's been fed," Ron said, "The effect is good. Zebra loves to eat, but he always sleeps after eating."

"Get more rest to get better!" Harry said casually, walking to his bed.

Ron thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Harry had both his Firebolt and Hermione’s birthday gift "Broomstick Care Manual" in his arms.

"I'm going to take care of it, Ron, together?" Harry turned his head.

Ron glanced at Scabbers lying on the bed—it seemed to be asleep.

"Um... well!" Ron said.

The two went to the common room downstairs, and Harry flipped through the manual, wondering what to do with the Firebolt.

However, there are no curved broom tips that need to be trimmed, the flying broom is so smooth and flawless, it obviously doesn't need to be polished.

He and Ron sat there, admiring it from all angles, until the hole in the portrait was opened and Hermione walked in...it was Professor McGonagall with her.

Although Professor McGonagall was the dean of Gryffindor House, Harry had only seen her come to the common room once, and that time was to announce a very important thing.

He and Ron looked at her with eyes wide open, both holding the firebolt.Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind it.

"Oh! This is... Firebolt!" Professor McGonagall said, although his expression was still serious, but his eyes seemed to sparkle, "It's so beautiful."

She walked to the fireplace, looked at the firebolt, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "Who gave you this Christmas present, Potter?"

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.

They saw that her forehead protruding from the top of the book was a little red, and the book was taken down.

"Uh... yes, yes," Harry thought his throat was a bit dry, "this is..."

He wasn't sure whether he should say it was from Maca, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the subject, which surprised him and Ron.

"Oh-let's not talk about it," Professor McGonagall suddenly turned to look at Ron. "Miss Granger just told me that your pet mouse is not in good condition. She asks me to come and see."

"What?" Ron thought he must have heard it wrong.

"Take me to see your mouse," Professor McGonagall said. "Although I am not a professional, I can at least give you a look."

"Oh... okay!" Ron glanced at Hermione, only to find that she was always hiding her face behind the book.

Ron brought Professor McGonagall to the dormitory, but he was surprised to find that Streaky was gone!

Ron looked around, but didn't find it.Professor McGonagall had to leave a sentence, "Bring you to my office if you find it", and then left.

"...Where is Hermione?" Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the women's bed.

"What's she doing?" Ron whispered and sat down in the armchair next to Harry.

Harry was still holding his firebolt admiringly, without looking up: "She went up and said to me,'If it's Maca, it will do it.'"

Ron scratched his hair and said dully, "If it's Maca, he will always fix the problem by himself-just like he gave me rat food."

...

"Snee!"

On the other side, Maca, who was chatting with Ernie and the others, suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, Maca, have you caught a cold?" Ernie said strangely.

Maca rubbed his nose, looked in the direction of Hogwarts subconsciously, then shook his head again.

"Maybe someone is saying bad things about me..." he said, "Where did you go?"

"You just said that the guy named Columbus knocked eggs on the table!" Leila said happily, "Next? Is he going to eat it?"