Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hermione, sit down first!"

Maca took Hermione back to the study, and then he sat down on the sofa first.

To be honest, the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew that Maca was always busy, because every time they came to the study, they would see him digging into the "hill" formed by magic books and various documents. Busy day and night.

The time Maca spends every day for sleeping seems to be very short. Although people sometimes worry about his physical condition, after discovering that he is in good spirits every day, he gets used to it.

But at least, if nothing happens on weekdays, everyone is used to not disturbing him in the study.

Since staying here this holiday, Hermione has not come in several times until now, but every time she comes in, she will find that the space here seems to be constantly becoming "crowded".

"Did you have more things here?" Hermione curiously picked up a notebook piled on the sofa and flipped through it, only to find that it was full of symbols and formulas that seemed to understand.

"I think so..." Maca shrugged, "But at least there is still room to sit, don't care if it will mess up, it's okay to push it away."

"I think this is messy enough!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly. "Would you not tidy up?"

"They are neat in my heart." Maca smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this... Actually, I planned to find someone who would chat with you a long time ago. Just now it was an opportunity!"

"Opportunity?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "It means that I saw through your lie?"

"No," Maca shook his head, "I mean, I want Harry to make a choice...Speaking of which, you, me, Harry, Ron, and of course other classmates."

"Among these people, you are the only one who I think is the smartest."

Hermione blushed as soon as she heard that Maca praised her so rarely, but immediately raised her head proudly.

"Really?" There was a look of joy at the corner of her mouth.

"Of course it's true! Your strengths are obvious, smart and hardworking, and meticulous about learning... But the same, your shortcomings are also obvious-you are not very good at understanding things that lack logic, right? "

"Oh-after what you said, it seems to be the case!" Hermione grabbed her messy hair in annoyance.

"Because of this, although you can quickly remember all kinds of magic knowledge, you can't study them in more depth. Because most knowledge about magic requires'imagination' and'sensation'..."

Before she knew it, Maca led Hermione into a state of "listening to class". Time gradually passed, and soon it was time for dinner.

When Hermione glanced at the wall clock on the wall unconsciously, she suddenly recovered.

"Oh! Why are we always talking about learning and research?" she wondered, "I thought you were going to talk to me about Harry!"

"There are certain things that Harry needs to face by himself," Maca solemnly said. "Facing the return of Voldemort, we have been fighting, and you and Harry are the people I think are most likely to be the power to protect everyone ..."

"At least there are many people and things I want to protect, and I believe Hermione is the same for you. So, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible, learn magic knowledge more specifically, and transform them into your own strength."

"Now Voldemort is lurking temporarily, and we are not sure when he will come back again. But it is foreseeable that when he reappears in our sight, danger will become everywhere..."

...

Harry finally plucked up the courage to accept Maca's assignment, although he was still worried about the upcoming trip to the Ministry of Magic, but at least, he had already taken the first step with his own willpower.

At dinner on Wednesday night, Mrs. Weasley turned her face and said softly to him: "I have ironed your best clothes.

Hearing this, Harry felt like a brick had fallen into his heart.Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny all stopped talking and looked at him.

"In fact, don't worry too much. Voldemort can't completely infiltrate the entire Ministry of Magic. Calm down, just do what I said.

Harry nodded and wanted to continue eating his ribs, but his mouth suddenly became so dry that he couldn't chew.

"How do I go?" He tried to make his voice sound like he didn't care much.

"Arthur will take you with him when he goes to work," Mrs. Weasley said gently.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table."You can stay in my office first and wait until the time for trial is up."

Harry looked at Sirius, but before he could ask a question, Mrs. Weasley answered.

"Of course Sirius can't accompany you, can he?"

"I think this is very correct." Sirius gritted his teeth and said, sulking his fork into a potato.

At 5:30 the next morning, Harry suddenly woke up completely, as if someone yelled into his ears.

He lay there motionless, and slowly, going to the Ministry of Magic for trial filled every cell of his brain.

When he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, he jumped off the bed and put on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley had put the freshly ironed jeans and T-shirt at the foot of his bed, and Harry fumbled for them to put them on.

Ron lay on his back on the bed with his limbs stretched out, his mouth wide open, sound asleep.

Harry walked through the room and came to the landing outside the door. He closed the door gently with his backhand, while Ron on the bed had not moved.

He walked down the stairs lightly and came to the kitchen below.

He thought there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a low voice from behind the door.

He opened the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks all sitting there, as if waiting for him.

Maca and Hermione were also there, and they seemed to be talking softly to a few notebooks.

They were all neatly dressed, only Mrs. Weasley wore a purple pajamas.As soon as Harry entered, she stood up immediately.

"Eat breakfast," she said, pulling out her wand and hurriedly toward the stove.

"Good morning and early morning, Harry," Tonks said with a yawn.Her hair was golden this morning, in lazy curls.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very good," Harry said.

"I haven't...ha...n't slept." She said, shaking again and yawning, "Come and sit down!"

She dragged out a chair, only to overturn a chair next to it.

"Tonks, don't be busy..." Maca raised her head and teased, "Don't you often complain that you always knock over things? The best way is not to touch them."

"You can manage...ha..." Tonks didn't even have the strength to argue, and it seemed really sleepy.

"What do you want to eat, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked loudly. "Porridge? Muffins? Smoked fish? Ham and eggs? Bread?"

"The bread will be ready soon, thank you." Harry said.

Lupin glanced at Harry, and then said to Tonks, "What's the matter with Scrimgeour?"

"Oh! By the way, that's it... Ha... We need to be more careful. He started asking me and Kingsley some weird questions." Tonks waved his hand.

Maca thought for a while and exhorted: "Pay more attention to whether he shows a trance expression when he is not speaking. Scrimgeour is still very principled. If he is not controlled by a powerful Imperius spell, he The credibility is still relatively high."

"Kingsley thinks so too, but Imperius Curse is not easy to see!" Tonks said with a bitter face.

"There is really no good way to do this, I can only observe more." Maca shrugged.

They didn't ask Harry to join the conversation, which made him subconsciously relieved, and he was always awkward.Mrs. Weasley placed two slices of bread and marmalade in front of him, and he ate with difficulty, chewing wax.

Next to him, Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side of him, and began to take special care of his T-shirt.Tuck the label in for a while, then smooth the seam on the shoulder.

To be honest, Harry really hoped she wouldn't do it.

Maca seemed to see his thoughts and smiled and said, "It is true that you have to pay attention to the appearance, those guys are very concerned about these, so you will be better to pay attention to your words and deeds then."

"Maca, I won't be on night shift tomorrow. I'm too...ha...too tired." Tonks said, yawning again.

"I'll do it for you," Mr. Weasley said. "I'm fine, I need a report anyway."

Mr. Weasley did not wear a wizard robe, but a pair of thin pants and an old short jacket.He turned his eyes from Tonks to Harry.

"how do you feel?"

Harry tilted his head. Although his heart was full of anxiety, he really didn't know what to say for a while.

"It will be over soon." Mr. Weasley cheered him up. "In a few hours, you will have nothing to do... Don't care too much about the task, it's not necessary. Isn't it?"

Harry pursed his lips, glanced at Maca again, and said nothing.

As Mr. Weasley said, the task that Maca gave him was not necessarily complete, but he felt that this was actually an opportunity that Maca gave him.

An opportunity to break through himself and regain his courage, he actually wanted to grasp it firmly.