Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Maca in the form of Animagus was naturally not for eavesdropping on the conversation between Harry and Hermione.What he was watching was Moody, hidden behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful, because Moody's prosthetic eye was not easy.

According to the information that Maca has learned, the magic eye, which claims to be able to see through all objects, is likely to come from the hand of the world-famous master alchemist, Nick LeMay.

Maca wasn't sure whether Animagus' deformation could fool that strange-looking fake eyeball.

Just now, in order to be cautious, Hermione didn't make it clear about Sirius.But just because Harry couldn't turn his head, he eventually exposed some information to Moody's secretly watching.

But this is not important to Maca, because when Harry and Hermione mentioned him, they both deliberately lowered their voices. Judging from a moody distance, they must be inaudible.

As long as I am not exposed, everything else is trivial.

Starting the next day, Hogwarts teaching went on normally.

The students of Durmstrand and Boothbarton were also assigned to various colleges to audit courses.But because it was not mandatory-at least Hogwarts couldn't control it, so Maca simply gave up the arrangement of attending classes.

One afternoon, while Maca was writing something in Durmstrang’s cabin, a Hogwarts student hurried to inform him that Mr. Bagman wanted the warriors to assemble.

The gathering place was a small classroom, most of the desks were pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.But there are three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs. One of them was Ludo Bagman sitting there. He was talking to a witch wearing a fancy magenta robe.

When Maca walked into this small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour of Boothbat had arrived first.

At this moment, Furong was smiling happily, shaking her head from time to time, causing her long silver hair to flash with dazzling luster.

A big-bellied man holding a big black camera with a slight smoke in his hand was staring at Furong from the corner of his eye.

Bagman who was talking suddenly saw Maca, he immediately stood up and jumped forward vigorously.

"Oh, Mr. McLean is here! Come in, sir, come in quickly..." Bagman said cheerfully, as if he were a warrior.

"What's the matter with this gathering?" Maca glanced at the witch behind Bagman, and said calmly.

"It's nothing big, it's just a ritual to test the wand. The other referees will be there soon—"

"Detection wand?"

A voice rang from behind Maca, it turned out to be Harry, and he and Hermione had also arrived.

"Yes, check the wand... We must check whether your wand is fully functional and in good performance! Because in future competitions, the wand is your most important equipment." Bagman waved his hand and said with a breath of air. "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore..."

He paused, then turned to his side and pointed to the brightly dressed witch and said, "Then just take a few photos-this is Rita Skeeter. She is writing an article about the competition. article--"

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo."

Rita Skeeter’s big curly hair was made exquisitely exaggerated by her, although she can see that she is very demanding in appearance, and she also carefully matched it all over her body. But it looks strange to others.

She had a pair of jeweled glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her thick fingers were holding a crocodile leather handbag. Her nails were two inches long and were painted red.

Whether she was speaking or not, her eyes were sharp. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione, and Maca, seeming to be habitually searching for the most suitable material for the manuscript.

In the end, she fixed her gaze on Maca's body.

"Before we start, can I talk to Mr. McLean a few words?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Maca. "The warriors at the Quidditch World Cup finals are rioting, and It’s still so young... you know... to add some color to the article."

"This..." Bagman looked at Maca hesitantly, a little uncertain.

Speaking of it, Bagman may be the only one who doesn't care about the farce of the World Cup.

Before joining the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, he was a very popular Quidditch hitter on the Wimborne Hornets in the 1980s.And the reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimistic stadium image.

Today, he is still the same in the Ministry of Magic, and often a little bit at odds with the rest of the Ministry.

But no matter what, the strength of Maca is beyond doubt.Bagman is not stupid—well, his character is a bit silly, but even he can’t think of Maca as an ordinary student.

In the current situation, he also had to take into account Maca's opinion.

"Um...I have no problem," Bagman said, spreading his hands. "But-Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, and her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Maca's arm, as if to pull him away.

But Maca unceremoniously slapped the paw away.

"I have not pursued the report of the last World Cup. If you want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what is called an authority certification." Maca glanced at her blankly, using only her The voice that could be heard clearly said, "...or, you really want to abuse the Magic Office for a while?"

"You--" Rita Skeeter's expression froze immediately. She touched the back of her hand that was hit by Maca, and smiled dryly, "Oh-haha, I suddenly felt that a rigorous article And the traditional manuscript can highlight the historical accumulation of the competition!"

"Yes, I think it must be true," Maca nodded casually. "Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Under Maca's invisible threat, Rita had to sit down in a chair.Although she still looked at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least for now she didn't dare to move around.

While waiting for Dumbledore to come over, Maca and Bagman chatted about Quidditch one after another, and Harry made a sentence from time to time.By Harry's side, Hermione looked at Maca every minute.

She has too many things to say to Maca, but now is obviously not the time.

In fact, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to arrive, and an old wizard with great spirits followed him.

The four warriors all sat down on the chairs by the door, looking at the velvet table in front, where four of the five referees were sitting—Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Lu Do Bagman.

Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. She subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, and slapped the nib of her shorthand quill.But after doing this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the quill pen in person instead of letting the quill write automatically.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to the Warriors. "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was this old wizard with big light-colored eyes who gave Maca his first wand.At the moment he was standing quietly by the window, nodding at everyone casually.

"Miss Delacour, will you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the clearing in the middle of the room.

Fleur walked to Mr. Ollivander lightly and handed him his wand.

"Hmm..." Ollivander squinted and took a closer look.

Like playing with a baton, he made the wand spin between his slender fingers, and the wand sprayed many pink and gold sparks.

Then, he put his wand close to his eyes again and held it up for a moment again.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... strong... made of maple... it contains... oh my god..."

"Contains a Veela hair," Fleur said, "It's my grandma's hair."

"So, Fleur really has a part of Veela blood!" Harry couldn't help but think so.

He wanted to keep this in his head and go back and tell Ron...but then he remembered that Ron no longer talked to him now.

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think a wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and capricious... But everyone I have my own hobby, since it is suitable for you..."

Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand with his fingers, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.Then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!"

A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the magic wand.

"Very good, very good, good condition," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with the wand.

"Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat lightly, and when she passed Hermione, their eyes crossed.

"Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" When Hermione passed the wand, Mr. Ollivander was obviously more excited than before. "Yes, I remember it clearly. There is a very complete dragon in it. Nerve, stable, strong, and powerful. Ten and three-quarters of an inch, made of wood from vines, with a dense texture... It's in good condition... You must be caring for it very carefully, right?"

Mr. Ollivander waved a bunch of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. McLean, it's your turn."