Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The sun was rising outside the window, sprinkling a warm light on the earth, and the pleasant climate dispelled the coldness of the past, putting a golden coat on Hogwarts Castle.

In the meeting room next to the auditorium, sunlight slanted through the windows, filling the emptiness here with radiance.

Of course, this is an emptiness that belongs to "Maca" alone because he has no family at all.

Fleur's sister, Gabri Delacour, took her mother's hand, faced the sunlight with big watery eyes, staring blankly at the "Maca" standing alone by the window and bathing in the morning sun.

From Gabriel's perspective, "Maca" happened to block the sun that had just risen, making her almost blind to the other's expression.

All she could see was the outline of a...a young man outlined by the shining sun.

"Oh the wind today is so noisy!"

An inexplicable sigh came softly from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a gentle spring breeze, and the hair that was messed up by the wind...The sigh was misty like clouds, but with a little inexplicable solemnity.

"..."

Gabriel pursed her lips, and was silent for a moment.Immediately afterwards, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.

"Mr. McLean, the wind itself is silent!"

The skirt corners of the girl's feet fluttered slightly, ripples in layers.

"Maca"'s face stiffened, but then he calmed down again.

"Cough cough..." He cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's serious correction, "...but the wind seems to be weeping gently..."

"Mr. McLean!" Gabriel looked at him with pure eyes, and said seriously, "The wind can't cry!"

Furong quickly stretched out her hand and looked at "Maca" with a strange look with her mother. In fact, Furong was just wondering, but the sisters' mother frowned slightly.

"Gabriel, don't talk to strange people." She took her little daughter's hand again and whispered in French.

Unfortunately, now this "Maca" really understands French.

A moment of embarrassment flashed on his face, but he immediately tensed his face, trying to maintain his coquettish appearance.

"Maca?"

Before the three of Dracul's mother and daughter had time to say anything, Hermione on the side suddenly spoke...

"...Maca, don't you go together?" She beckoned, "Well... it's rare that my father and mother are here. Let's go outside and enjoy the sun together? Well...and that...' 'wind of?"

"Miss Granger, there is no wind...well..."

Gabrielle's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth, and she didn't understand. Are these warriors all mad bards?It’s okay to talk about something messy here?

However, the "Maca" standing in the sun against the wind seemed to be scratched to the itch all at once, and the color of surprise on his face almost couldn't hide it.

"Um..." He straightened his expression, and suddenly turned his head and walked towards Hermione, "Come on! Take advantage of this wind to bring some bad things into Hogwarts!"

But at this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and Ron rushed in.

Didn't he go to the exam?How would it appear here?

"Maca!" Ron propped his knees, panting, "Oops! I" he swallowed hard, "...My cauldron is leaking again! Can you lend it to me? I use it?"

"Maca" stopped walking forward, took a deep breath, and then nodded stiffly.

"...Yes, of course." He turned to Ron and said in a very grieving tone, "But I want to tell you one thing first."

"There are many second-hand crucibles in the scrap shop in Diagon Alley.

The wind in June is not so noisy.As for the crucible, whether it is full-price or half-price, once it's time to leak, it will naturally leak.

By the way, there is an irrelevant thing. British potato chips are really ugly!

...

The whole day today was spent in peace, at least for the Warriors and their respective parents and elders, it is indeed true.

Lockhart, disguised as Maca, has never tried to attract the attention of the little girl since he planted a big somersault in the conference room.

"What's going on with the girls now? Remember back then, many young girls liked this literary bard Faner?"

On the slope lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, slightly closed his eyes and muttered in confusion...

"Could it be that...I'm already behind?"

It was not until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium to enjoy the last dinner before the game.

Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge sat on the faculty seat. Bagman looked very happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, had a sullen face and said nothing.

Mrs. Maxim buried her head to eat, her eyes seemed to be a little red, and Hagrid on the other side of the table kept looking at her.

The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, because everyone was nervous now, including Lockhart, who was disguised as Maca.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple night, Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty seat, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen...In five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field. Get ready."

The four warriors all stood up.Everyone's expressions were different, Furong seemed to hesitate, while "Maca" looked down slightly in a daze. Hermione was relatively better, but Mr. Potter was the most nervous.

"Is it all right, Harry?" Bagman asked as they walked down the stone steps. "Are you confident?"

"Oh, yes." Harry said.

Of course, he was dealing with it casually. He remembered all the spells he had studied and practiced in his mind, but this did not make him feel any better.

On the other side, "Maca", whose eyes had been drooping down, suddenly raised his head, with a trace of firmness hidden in his eyes.

When they walked into the Quidditch stadium, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.

A wide circular platform was built on the original Quidditch court, completely covering the huge hole and the lawn.

In the center of this circular platform, a shallow disc-shaped pit was pulled out, and four half-person-high gray stone pillars stood around it.

And right at the top of the stone pillars, there is a transparent potion bottle containing powder particles of different colors. Is it Floo powder?But why are there so many colors?

The entire venue looks like an empty altar, and the four warriors are undoubtedly the candidates who are about to become sacrifices.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.

Hundreds of students filed in, and the air was filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.

The sky is now clear and deep blue, and the stars are gradually showing up.As always, they flickered, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.

Professor Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium and walked towards Bagman and the warriors.Their hats are all decorated with bright red stars except Hagrid, whose red star is behind his terry cloth vest.

"We will be here at all times," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties, want to be rescued or decide to abstain, use the Fire Charm to light the powder in the bottle. We will have someone to help you. Yet?"

"Professor, is that a Floo fan?" Hermione couldn't help but asked.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said: "Yes, that is the Floo powder specially made for this project. When they are ignited, the Floo network nodes fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flame on the ground and connect. Floo network route between the two places."

"...But this kind of special Floo powder is very expensive, only one use amount, please judge the timing of use carefully, do you know?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Well, go and light the magic flames that are randomly transmitted!" Bagman said to the four rescuers happily.

"Good luck to you, Maca, Harry, Hermione."

After Hagrid whispered, the four men walked towards the "altar" in the middle and stood by the four pillars.Then Professor McGonagall took out a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it on the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a flame suddenly rose high, turning the place into a bright green bonfire.

At this time, Bagman pointed his magic wand to his throat and said "sound loud", so his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! I'll report the current score! The current lead is Maca McLean 88 points, temporarily ranked first, Demster Lang School of Magic!"

The applause and cheers were not too much, but they were not too few. Many students who liked Maca were applauding hard to break the silent night sky.

"The second place is Harry Potter with 73 points, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" There was another round of applause, and the home court advantage gave him more encouragement.

"Hermione Granger scored 64 and ranked third, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Compared to Harry, Hermione received much less applause. After all, Harry's legendary experience made him destined to add a lot of points in the hearts of others.

"Finally was fourth, Fleur Delacour with 62 points, Boothbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Only Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione were recognizable in the stands to applaud Fleur politely. Other than that, only the students of Boothbarton were left.

Of course, there is also Mrs. Maxim with a dull look. She seems to think that Fleur must be two points lower than Hermione.

At this moment, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand vigorously.

"Now... Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle!" He shouted loudly, "Three...two...! Let's go to the magic flame!"