Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Maca...you, won't you return to Hogwarts...?"

Hearing such direct inquiry from Wei Li, Maca couldn't help but stunned.

"……Maybe!"

To be honest, although he has already taken the initiative to leave Hogwarts, it is necessary to say whether he will come back again in the future... This is really uncertain, after all, Rowena's test has not yet been completed!

From the beginning to the end, he has been studying the mystery of the scroll of truth; but until now, he has only explored some extremely limited applications, and what is really hidden in it, he even doesn't even see the truth.

Upon hearing this, Willie didn't continue to ask anything, instead she turned her head and looked at the Gryffindor long table.

"She... I don't like it."

"Who?"

It's really not easy to get a word of "dislike" from Wei Li, and Maca also looked over there.

What Willie was staring at was a girl from Busbarton.She had already taken off the scarf at this moment, and a long, waterfall-like silver hair fell softly to her waist.

At this moment, she just walked up to Ron and asked.After picking up a plate of mixed fish soup from Gryffindor's long table, she went back to Ravenclaw again.

From afar, Maca can see that she has big blue eyes and neat white teeth.

Yes, that girl is indeed very beautiful, no wonder there are many students in the hall looking back at her.

At this moment, Ron looked particularly weak. He looked at her blankly, his face flushed.Her beauty does not only refer to her appearance, it is more that she seems to have a touch of attraction.Like--

"A Veeva hybrid," Maca said, looking at her, "that should be Fleur Delacour of Busbarton."

"Do you like it?" Wei Li asked suddenly, and then added, "Veeva."

"Me?" Maca thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't say I like it, but I am very interested in this bloodline... I mentioned a story in a magic book about the Veeva bloodline. ."

"What?" Wei Li immediately turned her head and asked, looking directly at him, seemingly concerned.

"Are you interested?" Maca said, "That book records a legend about the origin of Veeva lineage..."

As he ate the food on the plate, he talked intermittently like a story.

It is said that a beautiful girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times.Before she was an adult, her beauty was already well-known in the city.

However, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl at the time, far from reaching the level that wizards could record it.

But on the day of her adulthood, something happened to her without knowing it, and she suddenly had a strong and extremely charming power.Both men and women, young and old, were attracted by her charm, fell deeply into a peculiar illusion, and started to kill each other.

The girl was very scared, but she was unable to change this situation at all. She could only run away from various places.

And it was her panic-stricken behavior that caused the disaster to spread rapidly to the entire country, and this terrible situation seemed to be overwhelming.

In the end, she even affected some ancient wizards and caused a real disaster of the country.

At the end of this legend, it is said:

When this unfortunate girl finally understood that her existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a quiet flower valley.Because she didn't dare to go back to the country like a sea of ​​blood, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.

When she fell in that sea of ​​flowers, her blood stained a piece of soil.

Many years later, a crystal flower with elves bloomed quietly in the dark red soil, seeming to commemorate the innocent heart of the girl...

The story ends here, but Maca does not stop.

"You might have guessed that the crystal flower should be the'mysterious crystal flower' planted by the flower seeds you brought, and the'elves' mentioned in the story mostly refer to Veeva..."

Having said this, he paused, and took a bite of the sausage on the fork. "I guess, if I use Veeva's blood to water, the growth rate of the'mystery crystal' flower seeds may be much faster... "

While he was talking, he habitually began to ponder the research matters about "The Flower of Mystery Crystal", but Wei Li didn't seem to be listening anymore.She just stared at Maca's profile in a daze, and only repeated one sentence in her heart--

"This story, he also knows..."

At this time, the desserts after the meal were also on the table, and everyone noticed that there were many sweets they had never seen before.

On Gryffindor's side, Ron took the desserts carefully and took a fancy to a weird, white custard.Then he moved it carefully a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from the Ravencrouch table.

However, the girl who was full of charm seemed to be full, and she did not come over to bring this plate of sweets.

When the golden plates were cleaned again, Dumbledore stood up again.

With this action of him, a feeling of excitement and tension filled the auditorium.

Maca turned around and looked calmly towards Dumbledore.

"This moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said, smiling at the suppressed faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before I bring the box in..."

Dumbledore first introduced Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports.

Under his introduction, there was sparse applause in the auditorium.

Even if it was the more popular Bagman, there was not much applause for him.After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!

"In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will work with me, Professor Orson, and Maxim. Together, Madam, formed a referee team to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the Warriors."

Upon hearing the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.

Dumbledore seemed to notice their sudden silence, and saw him smile slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."

No one noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium just now. He was walking towards Dumbledore at the moment, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, which looked very old.

Everyone looked at the box and talked enthusiastically.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of the Warriors game this year," Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.

"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different ways... they will test their magical talents and their courage. And their immediate reasoning ability—"

"Of course, and their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.

"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing a participating school... We will rate them according to the quality of each competition project they complete. After the three events are over , The warrior with the highest scoring will win the tri-final cup. The one responsible for selecting the warriors is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire.

Having said that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand, tapped the lid of the box three times, and the lid slowly opened creakingly.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough carved wooden goblet.

The cup itself was not eye-catching at all, but it was full of blue and white flames dancing inside.

Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."

"Anyone who is aspiring to become a warrior can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, the night of Halloween, the goblet will select the names of the three classmates that it thinks best represent the three schools-tonight The cup is placed in the hall, and all students who are willing to participate in the election can access it."

"In order to avoid the underage students who can't stand the temptation..."

At this time, Dumbledore seemed to have a deep look at Maca, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. ..."

Finally, he emphasized his tone and reminded: "...please think twice, make sure that you really want to participate in the competition, and then put your name into the cup. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to sleep, and good night everyone. "

Dumbledore was finished, and everyone stood up and walked through the auditorium towards the gate.At this time, Maca also bid farewell to Willie, and went to Durmstrang's student, but was stopped from behind.

"...Maca! I think we should talk, what do you think?"

He turned his head and looked at the person who stopped him, but there was no expression on his face.

"Really, Hermione? But I think there seems to be nothing to talk about between us, right?" Maca said calmly, "I'll talk about something tomorrow, I feel a little sleepy."

"But...Hey! Maca!"

Not far away, the new Professor Moody was staring at Maca and Hermione with his intact eyes.But at this moment, Maca, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around. The cold eyes made Moody's heart cold subconsciously.