Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Because of the unexpected situation last night, Tyrande's Maca failed to make it after all.

And from today, it is the day of examinations.

Maca always gives people a careless feeling when dealing with exams.This time, everyone felt that he seemed more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of the exam week, Maca still sneaked to Hogsmeade.After all, there is still a part of Jin Jialong from Tyrande that has not been retrieved!

However, it's okay not to go; it makes Maca feel more and more wasting time.

According to Tyrande, it will take him at least half a year to leave, and during this half a year, the sales right of the medicine has returned to Maca's hands-this is all money!

In any case, he had to find another seller to work with, even if it was temporary, it was better than none.

Regarding the study of magic, he needs a lot of Jin Jialong to support him.In terms of magical materials, Maca, who has long been used to spoiling, really couldn't adapt to it for a while.

And just before the end of the exam, Cornelius Fudge showed up at the school.

Fudge was still wearing his pinstripe cloak, with a little sweat on his forehead, his face was not looking good, and dark circles appeared around his eyes.

At this moment, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam. Harry was staring at him right now!

"Harry, hello!" Fudge said, "Just finished the exam, didn't you? It's almost over, right?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and replied briefly.

Hermione and Ron weren't interested in talking to the Minister of Magic, and they walked awkwardly behind them.

"The weather is great," Fudge said, looking at the lake. "It's a pity... a pity..."

He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures requires a witness to be present at the execution of a crazy griffin and winged beast-exactly, I need to visit for certain things. Hogwarts, they invited me to participate."

"That means you have heard the appeal?" Ron stepped forward and interjected.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning his head and looking at Ron.

"Then you may not be a witness to the execution of the death penalty!" Ron said loudly, "The eagle-headed horse-winged beast may be fine!"

Before Fudge could answer, two wizards walked out of the castle gate behind him.

One is very old, like a wilting old cucumber; the other is tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble growing on his chin.

And beside them, Maca was walking with them peacefully.

The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid’s hut, then turned his head and said to Maca in a soft, squat voice: "Oh, oh...I’m too old, I’m afraid I can’t do such a thing... …"

"This has nothing to do with being old and not old. Of course, it is better not to do things that should not be done." Next to him, the tall man said coldly.

At this moment, Maca shrugged and said, "I think that's right, Mr. McNeill."

...

Maca's last exam subject was fortune-telling, which happened to be in line with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle studies.

When Maca came to the front of the classroom, he saw many classmates sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the divination classroom-everyone seemed to hope that they could hold Merlin's thigh temporarily at the last moment.

"She wants to see us separately." Maca heard Neville talking on Harry's side. "Have any of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"

The line outside the classroom shortened very slowly, when someone came down the silver staircase,

However, everyone refused to answer this question.

"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, I would encounter terrible things!" Neville came down the stairs, he walked towards Harry and Ron, and then shrieked.

The two men have now reached the platform of the ladder.

"That's right," Ron said contemptuously. "You know, I now think that Hermione said she was right, she was an old liar."

"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and realized that it was already two o'clock. "I just hope she can be a little faster..."

Ron was next, followed by Harry.When it was Maca's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

By the way, the expression on Harry's face looked very surprised when he got down.

"What's the matter?" Maca greeted him and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?"

"She just told me..."

Harry was only halfway speaking, but Professor Trelawney's voice had already been heard: "Maca McLean!"

"Uh, I want to--" Harry hesitated.

"No, just now." Maca interrupted him and urged, "Quickly, it won't take a few seconds."

"Well... I think Professor Trelawney just made a real prediction," Harry said, thinking for a while, and shook his head. "No, I'm not sure, but she just said... "

"……Say what?"

"She said--" "Mr. Maca McLean, are you here?"

Harry looked at Maca again, but Maca just waved his hand to leave him alone.

"She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, re-emerged, and will become very powerful... What else did she say,'A greater filth will come back to the world with the return of the Dark Lord'. She's getting more and more vague, and I can't hear..." Harry said, "But, with that said, Voldemort seems to want..."

"I'm going back..." Maca frowned and suddenly said, "Harry, remember, read the Occupational Handbook that I gave you, and try to learn it as soon as possible."

His tone became serious: "Trust me, it's good for you and us!"

"But... why is this? What does that spell do?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Maca was trying to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.

"...Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maca said, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

...

When Maca came to the exam classroom, he immediately found that the tower room was hotter than ever before.

The curtains here are all tightly drawn, the fireplace is burning, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell.

Maca frowned and walked to Professor Trelawney—she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"It's not a good thing to delay time," seems to be because of waiting for a long time, which makes her look a little awkward, "...well, look at this crystal ball, now give you time... Then you tell me What do you see inside..."

Maca leaned over and glanced into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, there was nothing but the whirling white mist inside.

In fact, Maca had already worked hard for divination, but he probably wouldn't understand this subject in his life.

Maca took out a small potion bottle with his hand hidden under the edge of the table, and quietly pulled out the cork.

"Um..." Professor Trelawney asked on time, "What did you see?"

The heat in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle was volatilizing very quickly, at least faster than Maca thought.

He then rubbed his nose and put some ointment under his nose.

"Oh... I saw one, uh... small, long-tailed thing..." Maca casually said something-he has been thinking about Peter Pettigrew recently anyway.

"What is that thing like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about it..."

"..." Maca was waiting for the effect of the liquid to come into play, "I think it's a... mouse?"

"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap, "I think you seem to see... well..."

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes became confused.

"Oh, sorry...I think..." Trelawney narrowed her eyes, her eyes becoming more and more misty.

But not long after, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes began to turn around.

"Is it really done?" Maca concentrated, ready to listen.

However, at the next moment, Trelawney closed her eyes again, and fell asleep on the table.

Maca couldn't help but curled his lips, and simply took the record sheet on the table, took out his wand and tapped it twice.Suddenly, a prophetic record line by line exactly the same as Trelawney's handwriting appeared automatically.

On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbeak's execution there.

If this happens, then at least his divination class results this year will not be too bad.

Just as he put the record sheet back in, ready to wake Trelawney, and make a few casual words, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice rang under her arms stand up.

"Death... will always be with you... Sin, will dance with you... Your destiny will be intertwined with disasters... No... No!"

Having said this, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes staring straight at Maca, her face even showing a sickly flush.

"Don't-open-open!" she shouted with a sullen face and a peculiar voice like a man and a woman.

The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, and it was like a dying person wailing, Maca couldn't tell whether she was warning him or watching someone who didn't exist yelling at will.

This is a true prophecy, but the prophecy is never clear.