Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"No, it doesn't make sense at all—"

"How can I not make sense?"

"It's impossible for my parents to be together again, let alone another child? You don't understand, my bastard father...he has always hated children, and he has long been not interested in my mother..."

In the potion preparation room, Maca leaned against the wall and sat on the hospital bed, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but his face was calm.

On the contrary, Snape, who had always been gloomy on weekdays, seemed rather irritable.

"How is it possible that a younger sister suddenly appeared? There must be a problem in it... I remember Kingsley mentioned that that woman was suspicious at first."

"So, when did your parents leave?" Maca calmly said.

Snape frowned and sighed: "I know what you mean... Yes, it's not impossible if you just look at the time... Before that bastard Muggle left, he also meant to be in America... "

"So, after your father left, your mother also chased him...Is it?" Maca continued to ask.

"It's a waste of effort to chase the past, that guy... doesn't like people or things related to magic at all..." Snape said dullly, "No, he doesn't like anything very much. He has always been a dull guy."

"Anyway... I still suggest you take a look at that photo." Maca raised her head, her voice was small, but unexpectedly firm, "At least I saw a couple smiling at each other."

"smile?"

Snape's hand clenched slightly, but as if he had sensed his mind, he immediately let go.

"...How could it be, I never saw him smile."

He dropped this sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the cauldron.The walking posture was as turbulent as in the past, and there was a strong momentum to forget all the troubles.

But if you look closely, you will find that his steps are no longer as accurate as they are usually measured.

Maca didn't say anything more, not only because he understood that all he should have said and done had been done, the next step was to see how Snape would choose.

In any case, at least Maca knew it—even if there was only one relative, it was much better than not having one.

After that, neither of them said much.As time passed slowly, the "gurgling" sound in the cauldron gradually calmed down.

"McLean, drink it...McLean?"

When Snape called for the third time, Maca's eyes moved, as if he had just heard it.

"Um..." he said hoarsely, "help... me, a hand."

"Can you swallow by yourself?" Snape pulled him up and looked at him.

"It's okay...just, lying down for too long...the body is numb...just."

Maca said vaguely while moving her eyes, but the pupils clearly had no focus.

"Don't talk nonsense at this time." Snape easily blocked his raised hand, and then directly pushed the test tube containing the liquid medicine to his mouth.

After all the liquid medicine was poured into Maca's mouth, Snape cleared the test bench, and then walked neatly to the door of the potion preparation room.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

"After the effect of the medicine works, you can sleep...and..." Snape thought for a while, "Well, yes...Before I come over, Dumbledore asked me to bring you a word."

"Dumbledore? What are you talking about?" Maca asked with drooping eyes.

"He said, I want to give you something...Of course, now... you have to wait for you to recover."

The voice has not fallen,Snape stopped staying, turned around and left.

In fact, it is not a few hours before dawn.When the effect of the medicine gradually started, when Maca felt a fever all over his body, he finally loosened his tight nerves, and soon fell asleep...

At noon the next day, Maca woke up from the hospital bed.As soon as he opened his eyes, he stumbled upon a man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"... Lena?"

Lena, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up immediately upon hearing this.

"Mr. McLean, good afternoon." She said quietly.

"Ok."

Maca held his forehead and rubbed his temples, trying to prop up his still heavy body, but unexpectedly his arms softened.Lena supported him with quick eyes and hands.

"Thank you."

Lena shook her head slightly.

"Is it better?" she asked suddenly, "how long will it take to recover?"

The older sister among the werewolf sisters usually doesn't take the initiative to ask questions. Although her behavior is very gentle, but in the habit of keeping a distance from others, most of them will not ask the same question continuously like this.

But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.

"Well, it's actually okay, it's just that I consumed too much energy yesterday..." Maca leaned on the pillow and looked at her questioningly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Lenny, I don't want you to have an accident."

Is it true?

Sister Lena put all her heart on that crazy girl-like sister.Everything that my sister expects will become the direction and motivation in her life.

"By the way, where's Miss Tia?" Macca suddenly remembered the conversation with Snape last night.

"Miss Tia is at the warm shed, watering the sapweed."

"Oh, it's almost full moon again..." Maca nodded, "Then...did Snape go to her?"

"No."

Hearing Lena's answer, Maca couldn't help sighing.

...

At about the same time, the north tower of Hogwarts Castle.

The divination classroom is at the very top of the tower, but if you have to say it, it is more like an attic without windows.

In fact, the fortune-telling classroom has windows, but the fortune-telling professor Trelawney always likes to use thick curtains to close the windows so hard that even a little light can't get through.

The lighting inside is basically all candles.

Even if you do this, this classroom does have a mysterious feeling, and the winter is quite warm.But in the summer, it's like a big oven here.

In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron were sitting together, looking boredly at Harry's diary.

They jokingly call this type of diary a "dreaming diary" because there are all records of their dreams.This is actually one of the homework in the divination class, but... not everyone can remember every dream clearly!

Most of the diary in this diary was made by the two of them together.Just write more about death, disasters, etc., in short, something related to bad things.

Professor Trelawney likes that tune.

To be honest, this course is really a bit ignorant, they felt that way from the beginning.

"You said, what happened to Maca this time? It's only been a day of class, and he's gone again..." Ron leaned close to Harry, looking at the diary while whispering.

"Hey... he's too busy," Harry shook his head. "If only we could help him..."

"Who said no?" Ron agreed.

At this moment, there was a soft "crunch" in their ears.The two turned their heads to take a look, only to see Umbridge coming up from the trapdoor on the floor.

"Oh, that old woman again!" Ron complained in the smallest voice.

"At least she has never been to the ancient magic text classroom after the first class that Maca came back to teach." Harry said, grinning slightly.

Not to mention that the two of them were whispering to each other, when Umbridge got through the trapdoor, the little wizards who were talking and laughing immediately fell silent.

Probably because the voice in the classroom suddenly went low, Professor Trelawney popped a head from behind the desk filled with all kinds of messy divination props.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge's face was still smiling, "Do you have a solution to my last question?"

"Okay……"

Professor Trelawney nodded with a sullen face, but after a perfunctory, she retracted her head again.

Umbridge didn't care, she grabbed the armchair closest to her, dragged it to the front of the classroom, and put it beside the desk.

It's just that there were so many things around the table, she just pushed a little away with her feet, and then sat down.

"Um...isn't it a bit boring?"

Umbridge paused, she put a fancy bag in her hand, then took out her magic wand and flicked it towards the heavy curtain.

In an instant, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight in, causing everyone to narrow their eyes.

After doing this, the Umri Wizard picked up her beloved bag again, took out the writing board from it, and satisfactorily raised her chin, waiting for the class bell to arrive.

Professor Trelawney put the quilt in her hand heavily on the table, and even the divination props piled on the table trembled slightly.

She pulled her shawl with her trembling hands, and glanced at Umbridge through her eyes thick as the bottom of a cauldron.

"What's the matter, Professor Trelawney?"

Umbridge's sweet and greasy smile made Trelawney feel uncomfortable.She took a deep breath, still did not answer, but turned her head to examine the little wizards in the classroom.

"Jingle Bell--"

The class bell finally rang.

"Today, we will continue to study the predictive'dream'," Professor Trelawney said in her usual erratic tone, but the dim atmosphere of the past is gone in the classroom, and her deliberate expression is even more pronounced. Silly.

"...Then, please divide into two groups and interpret each other's recent dream information with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide"."

After finishing what should be said, Trelawney just wanted to sit down and suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here now, Umbridge would have to come up and pester her.

So, she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk, and walked towards the students.

"Quickly, think of a dream!" Harry urged Ron quickly.[This chapter is first published on Aiyou Novel Network, please remember the URL ()]