Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Harry... are you... okay?"

Ron was standing by the door, his eyes fixed on Harry, his face as pale as a newly painted wall.

"What do you think?" Harry said coldly.

Ron pursed his lips and lowered his head, a struggling flashed across his face hidden in the shadows.Then he raised his head again, looked at Harry, then at Hermione, the frustration that had been temporarily suppressed because of worrying about Harry was agitated again.

"Yes, sorry. Through today's events, I found out that I did misunderstand you in certain things..." He continued angrily, "but"

His expression was so frozen on his face, and the words in his mouth seemed to be firmly blocked by some emotion.

It seems that some things are not so easy to speak.

"Speak out what you want to say, keep in your heart, and others will never know." Maca, who has been silent by the side, suddenly said such a sentence.

Ron, who was originally unwilling to hear this sentence, immediately glanced at Maca in horror.

"What...no, I..." He was almost speechless nervously, "I don't, you...no, you can't know what I'm thinking."

Harry's original cold expression turned into doubt because of Ron's sudden panic; the same was true for Hermione, who was always on the sidelines but stopped talking.

"You will always misunderstand others, I think you know it very well," Maca said, "If you have something in your heart and don't explain it, others will also misunderstand you, right?"

Ron looked at Maca with a tangled look, then glanced at Hermione secretly, hesitatingly said: "But...I can't tell..."

"Then you just admit that something is wrong?" Maca said calmly.

Ron was forced into speechless by him, and his face was suddenly full of regret.

"...Cheat!" he shouted.

Not far away, Fleur Delacour quietly observed the situation here, and it seemed that she was interested in these gossips.

Maca looked at Ron and said seriously: "Everyone will have a few secrets that belong only to themselves, which we can all understand. However, if you anger others because of your own secrets..."

He increased his tone and said, "Ron, I believe you don't want to lose every true friend, right?"

Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, the color of struggle revealed.

Hermione stood beside nervously, and she looked at this and that again.

"...You are the least qualified to tell me this," he muttered softly, then raised his head sharply, "Harry, I'm sorry! We"

Harry knew Ron was going to apologize to him, and he suddenly realized that he didn't need to listen to him apologize.

"We are still friends," he said quickly before Ron could say anything, "forget about it."

"No," Ron said, "I shouldn't"

"Forget about it," Harry said.

Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry smiled at him.

At this moment, Hermione burst into tears.

"What's the point of crying!" Harry said to her inexplicably.

"You two are so stupid!" she cried out, stomping her feet hard on the ground, tears dripping down her chest.

Then, before they could stop them, she gave each of them a hug, and then took advantage of the situation and hugged Maca who was sitting on the side.

When Hermione hugged all three of them, she turned and ran out of the emergency tent.There was a faint movement outside of her, not knowing whether it was crying or laughing, and it faded away as Hermione left.

"Both of them are one second, it becomes three seconds to me..." Maca's mouth twitched slightly, and he whispered in his heart, "It seems to have gotten into trouble without knowing it..."

"She's crazy," Ron glanced at Maca subconsciously, then shook his head, "Harry, Maca. Let's go, they are going to rate you..."

Harry took the box and the broomstick,

They walked out of the tent with their heads bowed, and Ron followed, talking like a cannon. The taciturn for this period of time seemed to be suffocating him.

"Harry, your performance was the best just now! No one is as good as you! You killed a dragon... But, at the end, what happened to you? That really looks a bit wrong... …"

"By the way, speaking of this, there is Maca! What happened to you? Why did you enter Azkaban? Was it really framed by the Ministry of Magic? Also, at the World Cup final, you were... Seriously, you and those people... that's really a bit scary! I heard everyone talking about this secretly, but no one dared to say it clearly!"

"Are you talking about those Death Eaters?" Maca shook his head and said meaningfully, "This is not something you should know. All you need to do is trust your good friend, nothing more."

"Oh well, I've always believed in you, haven't I since then?" Ron shrugged.

"The'good friend' I said does not refer to myself, but the one around you." Maca casually said, "I think your good friend should have something to tell you... Of course, it is obviously not a Good place for conversation."

"You know?" Harry said in surprise. "You know, Hermione and I didn't know before long..."

"I don't know." Maca forced a mysterious smile at Harry, and he continued, "I don't want to know either."

At this time, they have come to the edge of the field.

The fire dragons in the field have been taken away, and they can see the five referees sitting on the right, sitting on elevated golden chairs.

"Everyone's highest score cannot exceed ten points." Ron couldn't help but say.

They saw that Hermione was already waiting for them in the court, her eyes looked a little red, but her mental head was obviously much stronger than at first.

The referees gave the four Warriors their most accurate scores in turn. When the scores were all collected, the audience gave them warm applause and thanked them for bringing such a wonderful game to everyone.

In terms of the final total score, except for Hermione who only scored 34 points, the scores of the other three are not too different:

Furong scored 38 points, the only 9 points of which were given by Mrs. Maxim; Maca scored 40 points and quickly found the box to make up for his low-key performance; and Harry scored 43 points, a wonderful fight with the dragon. Mr. German decisively gave a 10 points, let him firmly ranked first.

Harry and Ron talked and went back to the tent in the resting place with everyone.It could be seen that Ron, who had cast aside the gloom in his heart, returned to his usual appearance, talking excitedly.

"Everyone did a good job!" Ludo Bagman said, and he briskly jumped into the tent, looking happy, as if he had just killed a fire dragon.

"Well, I only have a few words to say that the second project will start at 9:30 am on February 24th next year! Before that, you can rest for a long time."

"However, we have to leave some questions for you to consider! Yes, the secret is hidden in the box! You must find a way to open it that will tell you what the second project is, and you can be prepared!"

Finally, he said loudly: "Is everything clear, no problem? Alright, let's go!"

That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the owl shed to find a school owl.Harry wanted to send a letter to Sirius, telling him that he had killed a fire dragon with his own hands.

The letter was much longer and heavier than usual. Harry couldn’t help describing to Sirius how he had dealt with several fire dragons, how to move around, dodge from side to side, and how to hold Gryffin. Duobaojian cut open the fire dragon's neck.

Of course, you have to ask Black by the way, maybe he will know why that happened.

After they watched the owl disappear into the night sky, Ron hurriedly urged: "Well, Harry, we'd better go downstairs to the surprise party for you, Fred and George must have stolen a lot from the kitchen. It's delicious."

Sure enough, when they walked into the Gryffindor common room, cheers and noise broke out again.

Tables and chairs were piled with small mountain cakes, as well as a jug of pumpkin juice and butter beer.

Li Qiaodan set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air.Dean Thomas, who is good at painting, hung up several eye-catching new banners. Most of the banners showed Harry riding a broom and swinging a sword to slay a fire dragon, but there were also two showing Hermione throwing a sword into the air. Picture.

Harry and the others called Maca too, but Maca just waved his hand and left alone.

He has been thinking of ways to deal with that basilisk horn, which looks very inconspicuous on the huge basilisk head, but when it is held in the hand, it appears very large.

Although he had seen it in the literature, Salazar Slytherin had used it to make the core of a magic wand.But he had no idea what to do.

The horns of the basilisk are solid, and there are no nerves inside, and it is impossible to see how to deal with it.But since Salazar has done it, it means there will always be a way, but he hasn't thought of it yet.

As for the box he got in the first project, he didn't even look at it. He just took it back and put it on the bedside cabinet.The second project will not start until three months later, so much time!

December brought squalls, rain and snow to Hogwarts.The temperature is getting lower and lower, but the wonderful scenes in the first project made all the students who talked about it forget the cold.

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