Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

To be honest, today's weather is really good. The noon sun shines straight down from the center of the sky, illuminating the windows on the back wall of the auditorium.

The leaves outside the window were green, reflecting dazzling golden brilliance in the sunlight, and the mottled shadows were projected obliquely on the stage behind the main guest seat, shrouding the people on the stage in a layer of staggered light and shadow.

Just as the outdoors is bright and quiet, there are noisy voices in the auditorium at this moment.

The guests in the hall were sitting on the four long tables under the stage, talking softly to each other.

In terms of origin, these guests can be roughly divided into two groups: one group is mostly pure-blood families, while the other group is mostly mixed-blood or Muggle origin;

And if they were to be divided by power, they could be roughly divided into three factions: one was on the side of the anti-dark wizard who had the same position as Dumbledore, and the other was secretly attracted by Voldemort, but the most numerous were the wise and neutral faction.

But to say that those who can attend today, at this private luncheon hosted by Dumbledore himself, no matter which faction they are, are wizards with a good reputation in the entire magic world.

Among them are officials who hold positions in the Ministry of Magic, businessmen who have a great influence on the economic flow of the magic world, and scholars who have achieved achievements in various fields...

And these people, no matter the level of friendship, are wizards who have something to do with Dumbledore.

At this time Dumbledore was standing on the stage behind the main guest seat, greeting these familiar or unfamiliar "friends" before the luncheon.

Although Dumbledore is talking about insignificant words, the wizards off the court are not at all anxious or dissatisfied, because they all understand that the greatest white wizard in the world can't hold this for no reason. For a luncheon.

They don't need to worry, they should know, Dumbledore will say it sooner or later.

"...Some things have been quite lively recently, such as the previous'personal audio-visual conference'. In fact, I didn't have time to experience it that day, but I am quite sorry! I heard..."

Maca sits on the far right side of the main guest table. He straightened his back and scanned the scene calmly. The meanings of the sights passing by him from time to time were simply intricate.

The youngest person who sat with him on the main guest table was already shady in privacy, and he was undoubtedly the most eye-catching one in the audience.

But if he had to say anything, in fact, the wizard sitting next to Maca attracted a lot of attention.

The wizard looked tall and thin, with short white hair, a curly goatee on his thin chin, and some uneasy agitation in his sharp eyes.

"Kakaroff, I didn't expect that you would really dare to come over." Maca calmly observed the guests off the court, and whispered to the "acquaintance" beside him.

After leaving France that day, Maca went straight to Durmstrang, all he did was to induce Karkaroff to accomplish a great thing for him with his new identity.

Although he was also ready to accept the situation where Karkaroff fled in fear of Voldemort, it was clear that under his guidance, Karkaroff still did not choose the obvious line of thought this time.

"McLean!" Karkaroff gritted his teeth, "Don't forget what you promised me!"

Maca chuckled and shook his head, meaningfully: "Don't you think that the choice I made for you is actually not bad?"

"Humph!" Karkaroff snorted coldly, then turned his head slightly and stopped talking to him.

"...So, it's my honour for everyone to take time to come over to this luncheon today! Well, I believe everyone is hungry too..."

On the stage, Dumbledore ended his casual chat. He took out his magic wand and waved it lightly, and the long table under the stage was immediately enriched by countless delicacies.

"Today's luncheon officially begins. Please let go of your restraints and have a happily meal!"

After all,

Maca also lifted the glass, then smiled and took a sip.

The dishes at this luncheon were naturally rich and luxurious, and Dumbledore had no reason to save money on this occasion.But of course, everyone's attention will never be on the delicate and delicious food.

While maintaining proper dining etiquette, the wizards talked seemingly casually with other people in the nearby seats. The collision of wine glasses and wine glasses and the depressed voices are intertwined, and it is not too much with any upper-class banquet Big difference.

As the meal time passed a little bit, everyone gradually put down the tableware and entered the post-dinner communication.

Whenever, the main function of this type of banquet is to provide a reasonable place for "communication"-almost no one actually comes to fill their stomachs.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up suddenly and looked at all the guests off the court with a smile.

"I don't know if everyone is satisfied with today's food, at least I personally think it's not bad, am I?"

When Dumbledore spoke, everyone stopped talking to each other, because they all knew that the topic of today's luncheon was finally about to begin.

"Although today this is just a private banquet held in my own name, the purpose is nothing more than to give everyone a chance to get together, but today there are several more important things that will be announced here—"

Dumbledore was talking, and suddenly left his seat and walked to the stage behind.

"First thing first..." He stood still on the stage, and then suddenly reached out and gestured to the right of the main guest seat, "Let me introduce to you, this is the one who studied in our school, and then turned The young wizard from school to Durmstrand School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Mr. Maca McLean!"

After hearing this, Maca stood up, nodded slightly to the wizards on the guest seat, and then bowed slightly to all the wizards off the court.

When everyone was wondering about Dumbledore's introduction, they heard him go on.

"Yes, in recent years, Mr. McLean's reputation in the magical world has begun to show up... Whether it is imprisonment in Azkaban, or escape from prison to harass the Quidditch World Cup finals, or even the recent personal audiovisual conference hosted by him personally, Both are extraordinary and eye-catching."

"But what I want to say is that when he was still studying at Hogwarts, his intelligence and growth had already amazed me."

"It's a pity, because of some—" Dumbledore paused on purpose and continued, "... For some reason, Mr. McLean left Hogwarts and transferred to Durmstrang to study— This is indeed no small regret for our school."

"So today, I hope that under your witness, I can reissue two awards for Mr. McLean!" Having said that, Dumbledore said loudly, "Mr. Maca McLean, please come on stage!"

Macallo glanced around the wizards in the arena, then left the table, and walked to the center of the stage at a steady pace, standing with Dumbledore.

"To love classmates, respect professors, adhere to etiquette, and behave well, on behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I will award you the'Medical of Excellent Character'!

There was an understatement of applause from off the court, and it was obvious that everyone was not interested in this kind of medal.

Maca took the medal from Dumbledore, and after bowing slightly to thank him, he put it on his chest.

Then Dumbledore continued to speak.

"For the first year, expelling Voldemort who was possessed by Quirinas Quirrell, the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at this school."

There was a humming noise immediately off the court.

"In the second year, assisting Professor Gildro Lockhart in destroying the remnant of Voldemort, beheading the basilisk, and closing the Slytherin Chamber——"

The noise off the court gradually rose, and everyone exchanged their opinions in low voices, with different expressions on their faces.

"On behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I grant you the'Special Contribution Award to the school'. Thank you for protecting all teachers and students, and thank you for protecting Hogwarts!"

Maca took another trophy and bowed to Dumbledore in thanks.

However, at any rate, there was a perfunctory applause that time before, but this time there were only buzzing whispers.

All the wizards present were identity, status, and self-cultivation wizards. They would not be like ordinary wizards, and they would mess around when they heard the word "Voldemort".

But at this moment, they obviously can't maintain a stable state of mind.

However, Dumbledore didn’t seem to want to let them go. He raised his voice again and said: “Next is the second thing today. I would like to invite the Director of the Review Department of the International Federation of Wizards-Babajid Akinbad. Come on stage!"

As the wizards' eyes moved, an old black wizard of African origin stood out from the crowd and walked steadily to Maca's side.

He and Dumbledore nodded to each other, and then Dumbledore stretched out his hand and motioned to Akinbard to make the next announcement.

Akinbad coughed slightly, and then raised his voice: "In order to take the initiative to imprison Azkaban and investigate Voldemort's undercover; to repel the returned Voldemort with Gildro Lockhart, let the presence To protect the wizard from disasters, the International Wizarding Federation solemnly decided to award Mr. Maca McLean the Merlin Class II Medal!"

It was a purple-gold shield medal. The Merlin wizard's hat and two crossed wands on it were very delicate, and there were two shiny silver stars on top, which were still very eye-catching in the sun.

As the halo passed, the surface of the medal seemed to flash with ray of light, making it even more mysterious.