Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At the dining table in the living room, Maca who calmly drank tea and Petunia who was shaking with breath formed a sharp contrast.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at both of them suspiciously, not knowing what they were talking about.

In fact, after Petunia screamed to stop, Maca did not go on.He did it just to give Harry, the aunt, a small warning.

Even now, even if those messy things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds are said, it doesn't make much sense.

Or in other words, unless Petunia is willing to take the initiative to speak out some of the past, the words of others with the artificial hand cannot reflect its true value.

"Harry, go and pack your luggage, it's time to leave in a while."

Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing that there was no one to stop him, but instead felt a little uncomfortable.He nodded slightly, then turned and ran to the second floor.

In the next time, no one spoke again.In this moment of silence, Maca slowly drank the black tea, and then put the empty teacup back in the saucer.

At the same time, Harry just happened to drag down the large suitcase.

"Thank you for your hospitality, madam..." Maca stood up and said politely, "Then, let's be rude first."

He nodded slightly to the Dursleys, and then turned back and walked towards the gate, and Harry and Lenny hurried to follow.

But when Maca walked to the door, he seemed to be thinking of something and paused slightly.

"Harry, not with your uncle and aunt...well, is there any other cousin?"

"No need!"

Harry turned his head subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room yelled out loudly.

But his aunt Petunia didn't say anything, she just looked at Harry's eyes blankly, with an inexplicable daze on her face.

"Look! I don't think so." Harry took a deep breath and replied dullly.

Maca shrugged and whispered: "This is your decision... I just want to remind you that these few people in front of you are the only surviving relatives in this world."

After all, he didn't care what Harry thought, and dragged Lenny, who wanted to watch the excitement, and walked out of Dursley's house quickly.

This time, Maca's words rarely contained any deep meaning, he was just stating an objective fact in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, it was Harry's own business.No matter how close someone else is, they cannot, or have no right to make any choice for him.

It didn't take long for Harry to walk out, dragging his suitcase, and close the door of Dursley's house.

On the street outside, Lena was standing quietly next to an old-fashioned bicycle, holding a big paper bag full of fruits and vegetables in her arms.

"It's pretty fast! What are you eating tonight?" Maca asked with interest.

"Maca!"

Lena was about to answer but was interrupted by Harry.

"Those dementors in the living room..."

Of course Maca knew what Harry wanted to ask. He waved his hand and said, "The magical power of the dead dementor will continue to dissipate. If it is not dealt with in time, it will soon disappear completely."

Seeing Maca speaking while taking out a heavy magic book, Harry quickly asked the second question that he most wanted to know the answer to.

"What happened recently? Why do dementors appear one after another?" He hesitated, "Is it... Voldemort?"

Maca threw the magic book forward, suspended it by his feet, and nodded casually.

"Who else could it be except him?" he said, raising his leg and standing on the magic book, and then urged again, "Don't ask first, take out your broomstick, wait for a while you can Just ask."

"'Here'?" Harry asked nervously. "Where are we going? The Burrow?"

"No, it's not there... it's not safe there." Maca watched Harry step on the broomstick.

Just when the tip of Maca's wand touched the top of Harry's head, he suddenly felt a gentle coolness that soaked him from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body. Now it looked like it didn't belong to him at all. It was not invisible, but the color and texture became consistent with the surrounding environment.

Maca cast a phantom body curse on several people, and the curse seemed to have a strong effect, and only a slight twisted outline could be seen at a very close distance.

"Let's go! Remember, follow up..." He reiterated, "I remember you were flying very well, didn't you?"

To be honest, flying around on a broomstick in the Muggle world is really new.But Harry had no time to enjoy the joy of flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maca flew up on a magic book, and the speed was amazing.Maca's phantom spell is even more powerful, and Harry flies so hard not to lose it.

Fortunately, the speed is faster and the time will be shortened, and soon Maca beckons Harry to dive down.

...

The door faces of the houses in Grimmauld Place are still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of being rejected thousands of miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken, emitting a bleak brilliance under the light of the street lamps that had just been lit.The paint on many doors was peeling off, and the front steps of a few households were filled with rubbish.

Several people stood in front of two equally dilapidated houses. Harry looked at the rusty iron fences suspiciously and glanced at Maca blankly.

"Remember to keep the address in your heart for a while, so you won't be able to find the door when you come by yourself next time."

As Maca spoke, she stretched out her magic wand and waved her hand, and the house in front of her immediately gave a rumbling vibration and moved to both sides.Before long, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance seemed to have recovered from a squeezed state, appearing out of thin air between the previous two houses.

"Let's go!" He called to Harry who was stunned, then lifted his leg and walked forward.

At this time, the sisters Leni and Lena had already taken a step forward and pushed the mottled door open.

As he walked into the hall, Harry suddenly opened his mouth in surprise. It can't be said that he was making a fuss, because the appearance and interior of this house are so different.

A row of exquisite magic hanging lights on the wall were all on, casting a soft light, illuminating the exquisite wallpaper and brand-new carpet in the long hall.

Above the head, a chandelier inlaid with copper and silver was shining brightly, and two rows of magical paintings focusing on landscape were neatly arranged on the wall, and the branches inside could even be seen swaying slightly with the wind.

Everything here was neat and glamorous, and Harry felt like he was in a museum or something.

With a rush of footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, walked out of a door at the other end of the hall.She walked towards them in three and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

However, she seemed to be thinner and paler than before.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so happy to see you!" she whispered, and she took him to her arms, almost breaking his ribs.

Then he pushed him away a bit, and looked at him carefully.

"You look thin, and need to eat more!" Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll be here soon..."

After that, she turned to Maca again, and whispered quickly: "He just came and the meeting has already started."

"Really?" Maca nodded. "Okay, ma'am... Harry, would you like to come together?"

"No!" Mrs. Weasley immediately hugged Harry, "He is too young, those things are for him."

"Madam," Maca said dubiously, "I don't think it's a problem, you see! I'm as old as Harry..."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but she still hugged Harry tightly, obviously not wanting to let him go.

"No, anyway, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can participate in the meeting." She stubbornly said, "Ron and Hermione are upstairs! Harry, you can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we can eat It's supper."

"Okay, okay..." Maca said, "Harry, or can you go up first? Actually, there is nothing interesting about following me in..."

"But" Harry couldn't help but tighten his lips when he heard the words.

"Okay! I'll tell you where you should sleep..." Mrs. Weasley babbled, pushing Harry up the stairs, "We'll explain to you later, now I I have to go there quickly, I should be at the meeting too..."

Maca looked at Harry's sullen expression and shrugged helplessly at him.

Speaking of which, Maca can deal with anyone well, but he can't deal with Mrs. Weasley.Regarding her kindness, Maca has never refused, nor knows how to stop or oppose it.

He himself vaguely understood the reason, perhaps because... Mrs. Weasley is indeed a "model of a good mother."

Gently throwing away some thoughts in his mind, Maca took a step towards the opposite reception room.

Perhaps it was because he knew that Harry was coming over today, and the reception room seemed very lively. Many people came and sat crowded around the long table.

And at the end of the long table by the door, Snape was looking at Maca with a cold face.

"Good evening, Professor." Maca smiled. "Will you stay for dinner tonight?"

"Hey! McLean," Sirius on the other side said with a sullen face, "I don't think the nasal snivel will want to stay for dinner."

"Huh!" Snape snorted coldly. "Even if you ask me, I won't stay."

Sirius spread his hand and said, "Look!"

Maca couldn't help but sighed when he saw it. This was a problem left over from history, not to mention whether there was any misunderstanding. Even if there were no misunderstandings, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would get together.

What's more, as Snape was a double agent, he really needed to keep a certain distance from the people in the organization.

This job is really suitable for him.

"All right! So... let's start the meeting!" Maca clapped his hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, you should read the secret report first..."