Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry lay straight on the bed, his eyes wide open and gasping for breath, as if he had run a full marathon.

Just now, he woke up from a very realistic dream, pressing his hands tightly on his face.Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was aching fiercely, as if someone was holding a hot red soldering iron and pressing hard on his forehead.

He sat up, one hand covering the scar, the other hand groping in the dark to get the glasses on the bedside table.He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry stroked the scar with his fingers again, it still hurt so much.

He turned on the lamp beside him, got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror inside the door.

In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was also looking at him, and under his tousled black hair were a pair of green and confused eyes.Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and couldn't see anything abnormal, but it still hurt in his heart.

Harry tried his best to recall the scene in his dream.

He often dreams on weekdays, but none of them are as realistic as tonight... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and recalled desperately...

A dim room appeared vaguely before his eyes... The fire in the fireplace was not so bright... A man covered with black mist... And a young, gentle, calm voice... He always felt that Where have you heard it before.

"...Tom Riddle?"

Harry suddenly thought of the thrilling experience in the Slytherin Chamber in the second grade.

"Could it be... it's Voldemort!"

When I think of this guy, I feel as if a piece of ice has slipped into my stomach...

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't do it... Harry only saw a figure sitting on the sofa from the back, and he was exuding an inexplicable strange breath.

In the dream, he only felt a burst of inexplicable fear, and then suddenly woke up... Maybe, it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

Also, who is the old man at the door?

At that time, the black guy went and opened the door—there must be an old man there, and Harry saw him fall to the ground...

Alas, it's getting messy.

Harry buried his face in his hands, preventing himself from seeing the bedroom, and immersed himself in the dimly lit room desperately.

However, it was like trying to hold the water with both hands. The more he tried desperately to grasp the details, the more quickly they slipped through his fingers... Voldemort and the weird just talked about Wormtail. It seems to have talked about...Maca!

"Maca?" Harry was startled by what he remembered. "What happened to Maca? Why did you mention him... And where is Voldemort?"

He suddenly lifted his face from his hand, opened his eyes, and stared at the surroundings of the bedroom, as if thinking he would see something unusual.

As always, the room looked a little messy.

There was a large wooden box at the foot of his bed, open, revealing the cauldron, flying broomstick, black robe and various spell books, which Harry had read before going to bed last night.The pictures in this book are all moving constantly. The young man in the bright orange-red robe rides on the flying broom, whizzing around, throwing a red ball at each other.

Instead of looking at the things that are familiar to him, he went to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street below.

"Is there that kind of... old dilapidated house on this street?"

It seems that Privet Drive fits exactly what a respectable suburban street should look like in the early hours of Sunday morning.The curtains on both sides of the street were tightly drawn.

However...However...

Harry went back to the bed anxiously, sat down, and stretched out another finger to stroke his scar.It was not the pain of the scar that bothered him. Harry was used to pain and injury.

He was just worried, what kind of relationship does this pain have with Voldemort?

"...Scars...Voldemort...Maca..." Harry's eyes suddenly widened and looked at the bottom of the wooden box. "Maca?"

He suddenly remembered what Maca had said to him, and then he remembered Professor Trelawney's prediction about the return of Voldemort.

He remembered that Maca repeatedly asked him to go as soon as possible...

Thinking of this, Harry immediately jumped up from the edge of the bed, walked quickly to the big wooden box where things were put, and quickly searched...

"Notes...Notes...I have!"

Looking at this thick notebook, Harry couldn't help but recall the Christmas of the year he first entered Hogwarts.At that Christmas dinner, Maca sent a large number of owls to many people and sent all kinds of Christmas gifts.

And what Harry got was the note on the cover of the book he was holding now.

"But, most of the books here are talking about the principles of various spells..." Harry said with a bitter face, "It's like taking a magic history lesson in the spell learning version..."

He reluctantly looked at his bedroom again, his eyes falling on the three birthday cards-which were sent to him by his three best friends last year.

Speaking of it, this year's birthday is approaching again.

"If I write to them and tell them the scar is hurting, what will they say?"

His mind was immediately filled with Hermione's bluffing and fussing voice...

"Your scar hurts? Harry, that's no ordinary thing... Write to Dumbledore! I'll check "Common Magical Illness"... Well, maybe we should also ask Maca... …"

That's right, Hermione would definitely suggest this: Go to the headmaster of Hogwarts and look up the answer in a book.If it still doesn't work, she will consider whether to add some trouble to Maca.

Harry sighed and stared at the deep blue night sky outside the window.

Maca is a very predictable person and has always been very reliable.Although he always looks very busy, as Hagrid said, he always brings warmth to everyone in many details.

In fact, several of them are always under Maca's care. For example, now, he seems to have thought about the situation that he hadn't even thought of.

Harry thought about it, and finally opened his handwriting and bit his head and read it.

...

When Harry forced himself to study, Hogwarts looked deserted.During the holidays, the school suddenly became empty.At dawn, there was even more dead silence.

Suddenly, a small figure walked out of the castle and walked slowly towards the greenhouse.

With a soft "click", the door of the seventh greenhouse was opened.The figure walked into the greenhouse without hesitation, and came to an area tightly covered by black cloth.

The black cloth was quietly opened a corner, and the figure walked in calmly.

It seemed that the extra wide pointed cap on his head was a little in the way. It was gently taken off by its owner and placed on a small shelf on the side.

Suddenly, a dazzling white long hair slid down suddenly, the hair was very long, and it was scattered until the legs were bent.

She shook her head casually, then reached out and stroked the ends of her hair behind her ears.Immediately, a delicate and lovely face that was not often seen by anyone appeared quietly.

This is Villy Blois, a special hidden existence in the French Blois family.

Wei Li calmly stared directly at the flower buds in front of her eyes. Surprisingly, she did not seem to be affected by this special magical plant called "Mystery Crystal".

She stretched out a delicate hand and stroked the bud; then, she took out a thick notebook from the bag slung behind her.

This is the herbal medicine handbook that Maca gave her. It contains many research records and conjectures about "Mystery Crystal" that Maca had taken away.

Willie drew her magic wand, cast a magic wand glowing charm, and read it carefully.

As time passed, the darkness before dawn faded quickly, and the sun appeared from Dongshan.But because it was surrounded by black cloth, the light did not penetrate much.

But at this moment, Wei Li suddenly raised her head, staring at the buds in a daze, as if waiting for something.

Slowly, those flower buds gradually shone with little crystals, and gradually became brighter with the rising sun outside.

After a while, the bud opened slowly.

As the petals of one of the "mysterious crystals" unfolded, all the buds stretched out one after another, and the glittering colors like starlight turned the entire surrounding space into a fairyland-like beauty.

And the impact of this flower on living things also reached its true peak along with the blossom.

But for some reason, Wei Li was still unaffected, she just quietly looked at the beautiful and dangerous flowers, sometimes carefully recording something with a pen.

At this moment, the flowers actually began to crystallize from the stamens, and in a moment, they spread to the entire plant.

It can be said that until this moment, they have truly become the rare "flowers of mystery crystals" in ancient times.Wei Li gently picked off one of them, and unexpectedly made a crisp sound like glass breaking.

"...When others are fascinated by you, what are you...thinking?" Wei Li intermittently said the most complete sentence so far.

Her eyes looked confused, but in a flash she gradually returned to her former peace.

"Maca said, you are very dangerous..." Wei Li looked down at the notes Maca gave her, and asked in a daze, "...what about me?"

She placed the crystal-like flowers on the pages of the book casually, as she always did.