Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() I only mentioned Christmas with Harry and Ron last night. Early this morning, snow fluttered outside.

The first snow of this year seems to be a little late, but perhaps because of the long-term accumulation, the snow looks amazing.

Only one morning passed, and the little wizards could hardly get up, and the thick soles of snow had already accumulated on the lawn outside.And it seems that it can't be stopped in a short while.

Standing by the window and looking out, it was all white, and I really couldn't see that far.

The spider corpses that almost covered the schoolyard yesterday have now been cleaned up.

Believe me, Professor McGonagall will not delay the cleanup work for too long, because all the valuable materials will become Hogwarts' extra activity funds and stored.

Maca thinks this is also not bad, he only hopes Professor McGonagall can remember that only the venom needs to be collected in the first time.Because if you leave it alone after death, they will quickly dry up by themselves.

Just as Maca stretched out and planned to check the class schedule and perform his duties as a professor, he found that someone was approaching him in the corridor outside the door.

There must be a lot of people on the floor where his office is located, because the library is just around the corner from here.However, there are definitely not many people passing by in front of his office.

"...It seems that I am destined not to be a good teacher." When the knock on the door sounded, Maca couldn't help shrugging and whispered to himself.

"Come in!"

After he answered, the door of the office quietly opened with his wave of hand, and then Professor McGonagall walked in from the corridor outside.

"McLean, I think you should tidy up your office." She glanced around and found that she couldn't even find Maca, and she couldn't help but reminded her.

"Oh-of course, I will." Maca walked around the data pile from behind the desk and came to Professor McGonagall. "Sorry, I am going to teach them today! Well, yes, that is. such."

"No, no need--"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and put on a look of "not counting on you".

"I need your help today..." The acting principal, who has always been serious, hasn't changed much today. "Although it may be earlier, but since the Ministry of Magic documents have been down, we should also make preparations... …"

"...Dolores Umbridge’s appointment as a professor will end this academic year. We have to prepare for the next semester, I believe you understand."

Umbridge was taken back, and Maca had naturally expected it.Rather, he who controlled Umbridge with the Imperius Curse was the only cause of this incident.

"Are you going to invite a new Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor?" Macalho said in a surprised way, "Said it's a bit early, is it really early?"

"No, it's time to get ready," Professor McGonagall sighed slightly, "I want to find a wizard who is both capable enough and willing to take up this position, but it's not easy at all! Albus...oh Albus has a vast network and can always find suitable candidates quickly, but I don’t know so many great people."

"Really?" Maca said suspiciously, "Is it time to let Professor Snape take up this position? I remember he has been obsessed with this course!"

"Severus is best at potions," Professor McGonagall shook his head. "In these years, I want to find a potion master to be our potions class professor. That's more than finding a new defense against the dark arts class professor. It's difficult."

"Hmm...I remember that Professor Slughorn, who used to work at Hogwarts, is also a very good potionist?" Maca thought for a while.

"Oh-don't mention him!" Professor McGonagall resolutely denied this bad idea. "Since Voldemort gained power, he has immediately found excuses to resign. Albus personally persuaded him at that time. Useless!"

"...Is that so?" Maca nodded thoughtfully.

Did Dumbledore's early death prevent "Horace Slughorn", who was originally a very important figure, from appearing?

No, maybe getting Slughorn back to Hogwarts is not so difficult!

"Professor," Maca thought for a while, "Do you know where he lives? Maybe I can visit him... In fact, if you come to me this time, it is to ask me if I have anything good. As for the candidate...I can only say, I'm sorry."

"Yeah..." Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment before he relaxed, "Well! If you want to talk about the knowledge of potions, Slughorn is indeed a candidate no less than Severus-he is now I should still live in the village of Budley Barberton in Devon..."

After she told Maca of the exact location reluctantly, she shook her head again, seeming not to be optimistic about Maca's trip.

As a former colleague, she knew exactly what Slughorn was like... well, what a "slick", vanity-loving old man.

Of course, let alone his slightly frivolous behavior when he was young, as he got older, his attention basically shifted to creating an excellent social circle.

Although the act of "fringe on one's own students' achievements and show off to others" is also a teacher's self-confidence, but if you show off too much, the nature will change a bit.

"...In short, come back as soon as possible if there is no hope!" Professor McGonagall said at last, "You still have classes in the afternoon! Don't forget your duty as a teacher!"

After Maca nodded repeatedly, she turned around again and left.

"I remember that the old professor seems to be a very interesting guy," Maca thought, packed up his things, and was about to leave immediately to visit him. "With him, Hogwarts should be able to It's more lively."

...

It's actually quite early, and the heavy snow has never stopped, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the road.

Maca was walking on a straight and narrow street, the houses on both sides were neatly arranged, and he could not see clearly in the snow curtain.

In the distance, you can vaguely see the outline of a tall building, which looks like a church with a bell tower.It's just that the field of vision is really vague, and people can't tell if their guess is right.

Maca passed a small tavern that was closed. There were still a few shallow footprints in front of the tavern that were not covered by snow, and they stretched forward, as if someone had come out just now.

After looking around for a while, Maca turned the corner in front, passed a telephone booth and a bus stop, and then found himself in another residential area.

When he went on for a while, it didn't take long before he stopped in front of an iron gate in a garden covered with snow.In this garden, a neat and bright house stands in the center.

Maca glanced at the iron gate and found that Slughorn didn't seem to have the habit of locking the courtyard gate, so he simply squeaked the iron gate and walked in.

The lawn in the front yard garden was covered with snow, which made people a little confused about where the road was and where was the grass.He is here to invite people today, so he can't step on their lawn carelessly, right?

After looking around, Maca stretched out his hand and waved, a whirlwind immediately swept up and piled the snow in the front garden on the side of the road outside the garden.

After the front yard was cleaned, he walked straight to the gate along the path seen in the garden.

"Tuk tu tu... tu tu tu tu..."

Maca stood in front of the door, no one responded to the first knock, but when he knocked the second time, there was a little funny expression on his face.

He did sense that there were people in the room, but the other party didn't seem to want to open the door to welcome his temporary visit.And more than that, the most interesting thing is...

When Maca moved, he ran across the garden very quickly, around the side of the house, and came to the back door of the house.The moment he stopped in front of the back door, the door was hurriedly opened from the inside.

"If the Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse is not immortal, it is basically meaningless; but if it is immortal, sometimes it is not so convenient!" He looked at the bald, fat old man who appeared at the door and smiled Said, "...I'm right, Mr. Slughorn?"

"...Really right!" the fat old man murmured.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn," Maca said politely and formally, "I am currently a professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts—"

"--Maca McLean." Slughorn accepted his words, "Yes, I know you! Or, the British magical world is engaged in potions, who else would not know you? The youngest talented pharmacist in history?"

"Oh-too much reputation," Maca said modestly, "In front of a potion master like you, this achievement of mine is not worth mentioning-you have taught a lot of elite wizards!"

"Um haha... you know this too? It seems that although I have lived in seclusion for a long time, my fame is still widely spread in the British magic world!"

Are you still living in seclusion?

After the failure of Voldemort, the fat old man immediately re-wandered the magic world.Apart from always refusing to return to Hogwarts, what else did you do?

Not to mention participating in various political and economic events, even private banquets organized by various celebrities have never been less, and have been making unremitting efforts to expand their "excellent" social circle.

"Of course, of course!" Maca smiled, "It is precisely because your reputation is'widespread' in the world that I took the initiative to invite Ying to visit you! You know, as a younger generation who loves potions, yes You have been admiring for a long time—"

"...I don't know if I am lucky enough to be able to come to your house to tell?" He gestured towards the back door and smiled calmly.