Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The clues on Charlotte had just begun, and they were already broken.But Maca would never go past his senior sister and go directly to the Witt family.

That kind of behavior is tantamount to finding it boring.

Judging by the information he obtained during the dance party at McMillan's house, the Werther family was mostly the bloodline of an ancient wizard.And all the things that have a relationship with the ancient wizards are not simple.

Fortunately, even though Maca has guessed and guessed, the people that Voldemort had engulfed in black energy are most likely related to the Witt family’s magic book; or, in other words, to some kind of "demon" in that magic book. "Rituals" are related, but this is nothing more than a backup method.

Even if he can't get the book, it doesn't mean that his plan will be blocked because of it, and he has to continue to do what he should do.

After a series of complicated tests, Maca finally decided: he will abandon the current wand form, start research from the beginning, and try to restore the very popular long rod wand in ancient times.

To be honest, that thing is not as convenient as the current short wand. It is not conducive to concealed spellcasting, and it is difficult to use it to "depict" regular runes. It is a very uneconomical big guy.

But it also has a lot of benefits, its biggest feature is that the "magic output ceiling" is very high.

It can be said that this is a very difficult to control, but it is a powerful killer when used well.

Shouldn't it be said that the combat effectiveness of wizards in ancient times was generally surprisingly high, but the number was much smaller than it is now?Poor applicability of casting tools is definitely a big problem.

At that time, it was the real "Wand Selection Wizard", and the so-called "Wand Selection Wizard" is probably a legend that has been passed down since ancient times.

"After thinking about it, I want to borrow Dumbledore's old magic wand to study it..." In the cabin of Durmstrang's ship, Maca said thoughtfully, holding his chin. "The elderberry and the night's tail feathers... logically speaking, they shouldn't provide the holder with such a powerful magic output..."

"Among the three holy artifacts of the death, the resurrection stone should be an alchemy product that has an effect on the soul of the holder; the invisibility cloak is an ordinary magic item that even Moody's magic eyes can see through; only the old magic wand , It's really worth seeing..."

However, just when Maca planned to continue to immerse himself in his research, he received a very delaying message from Professor Orson.

"You should know the Christmas ball. This is a traditional show for the Triwizard Tournament. We, Durmstrang, have to take this opportunity to perform." Orson said to Maca with a bitter face, "Yes, this is Kaka. Love asked me before leaving, and he said, you will understand..."

Maca frowned and recalled, and suddenly wanted to slap himself. Who made him okay, and casually shook Karkaroff to run the school?

Look, retribution comes much faster than imagined!

"...Yes, it's like this...Professor Karkaroff is right," he said blankly, "I'll invite a decent partner."

In fact, even if Karkaroff didn't mention it, it would be difficult for him to get out alone.According to tradition, the dancers must be the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, this time at best there will be a pair of dancers.

"This couldn't be better... Well, yes! The prom is only open to students above the fourth grade, but the upper grade students can send out invitations to the lower grade students... The time is 8 o'clock on Christmas night, until the twelfth. Click the end."

Maca waved his hand and said, "I know, I will remember."

...

Compared to Maca's reluctance, at this time, Hermione and Harry are facing great psychological challenges in Hogwarts.

"...Listen!" Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class calmly, "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us a chance to spread our hair and relax ourselves."

She spoke in a disapproving tone.

There are a few students below who seem to want to laugh very much. They put their hands over their mouths so that they don't make any noise.

Yes, that's right!Professor McGonagall's hair is always tied into a tight bun, and she never seems to have it spread out.For her, those words will always make people laugh.

"But that doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall continued, "we will relax the behavioral requirements of Hogwarts students. If a Gryffindor student humiliates the school in any way, I will feel very sad. ."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. As usual, everyone stuffed the books into the schoolbags, and then threw the schoolbags over their shoulders. There was a rush in the classroom.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted amidst the noise: "Potter and Granger ask you to stay. I want to say a few words to you."

Seeing Professor McGonagall’s serious face, he immediately began to think habitually whether he was obstructing the school rules.

As a result, he walked listlessly towards the podium.

And Hermione next to him was obviously much smarter, and her face turned red all at once.

Professor McGonagall waited until all the students in the class were gone before he looked at Harry and said, "Potter, the warriors have their own partners"

"What partner?" Harry suddenly raised his head from the chaos of thoughts and asked with a puzzled look.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking he was joking.

"Your partner who took you to the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

As soon as Harry heard it, his internal organs seemed to be twisted and shrunken all at once.

"Dance partner?" He felt his face flushed, "No, no dancing...I'm not dancing..."

"Oh, you have to dance, of course, Granger, so are you." Professor McGonagall said irritably. "I'm just going to tell you this. According to traditional practice, the ball is danced by the warriors and their partners."

Harry suddenly appeared in his mind wearing a black top hat and a tuxedo. There was a girl beside him. She was wearing a frilly skirt. It was Aunt Petunia who participated in the company of Uncle Vernon. The kind worn at the party.

"I don't dance," he said.

"This is a traditional practice," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You are the warrior of Hogwarts, and you are currently the number one! You must do what everyone expects. So you must find one for yourself Dance partner, Potter."

"But I don't"

"You heard what I said, Potter!" Professor McGonagall finished in an indisputable tone, and turned directly to Hermione, not paying attention to Harry's tangled look.

"Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"

When Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, Hermione had already opened her mouth three times before she wanted to speak, but she never managed to squeeze out the words that had been stuck in her throat.

"I mean... Warriors..."

Hermione seemed to be talking, but the voice was so small that only she could hear it... No, I'm afraid she might not even be able to hear it.

"What?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Perhaps it was Professor McGonagall’s oppressive eyes, or perhaps for other reasons. Hermione suddenly popped out this sentence:

"Can a warrior invite another warrior?" She seemed to have plucked up the courage and asked loudly.

In the hallway, a big bat... No, a professor happened to pass by. He was attracted by Hermione's words and glanced into the classroom casually.Immediately, he raised his brow and stopped with interest.

It was Snape, and Harry saw it at a glance.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice, she just looked at Hermione in a little surprise, then shook her head.

"Unfortunately, there is no such precedent...but..."

Her words dimmed Hermione's eyes, but the "but" that followed immediately made her suddenly shine.

"...But," said Professor McGonagall, "there are two warriors at Hogwarts this time, I think, if you wish..."

"No, thank you for your answer."

A series of big ups and downs made Hermione feel extremely lost at the moment.

At this moment, a smooth voice suddenly rang at the door, and Professor McGonagall and Hermione both turned their heads.

"It's just that there is no precedent. I remember that the rules and regulations of the Triwizard Tournament did not mention that the warriors were not allowed to invite each other at the Christmas ball."

Snape strode into the classroom, and he glanced at Harry coldly before looking at Professor McGonagall.

"But, oh" Professor McGonagall's expression became complicated. "Is it... McLean?"

No professor did not feel sorry for Maca's departure.

While they were angry that Maca fell into the darkness, no one wanted to mention it. Maca, a "good student", can be seen in the hearts of the professors.

Sometimes, Professor McGonagall would think: his current mood is probably the same as Dumbledore who saw Tom Riddle turned into Voldemort!

Before anger, there are more guilt and self-blame, and the feeling of powerlessness at a loss.

Minerva McGonagall, this is a genius witch with all the qualities of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.She firmly believes that cowardice is a person's biggest flaw, and she advocates rational thinking and a calm attitude.

But even such a sharp-spoken, tough-minded witch, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, has the softness in her heart.

"Still no need..."

In the moment when Professor McGonagall was slightly lost in thought, Hermione surprisingly recovered her usual calm and pride.

"I'll find a suitable partner, Professor McGonagall..." she said, pursing her lips, and whispering again, "and...thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape's entire face was wrinkled by her thanks, and he took a step back, but abnormally did not say anything sarcasm.

"It's all...what's wrong?" Harry stared, his face blank.