Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() That night, after Maca named and praised the few students with good reaction ability, the real training officially began.

Until the end of the self-study time before turning off the lights, Maca's endless reflexes test really tossed all the little wizards.In addition, there are still homework assignments waiting for everyone to complete, and night battles are inevitable.

Early the next morning, almost all the members who attended the party had dark circles under their eyes.

"I know it is really hard. If anyone can't hold back and wants to give up halfway, I won't blame him."

That's it!

In the hellish training process, whenever someone showed fatigue, Maca would always say this seemingly gentle and considerate sentence.

But which one of the children present is not an underage child?The little wizards who can take the initiative to participate are mostly suffocating in their hearts!Especially there are several bags of dog food in it...Ah no, several couples.In front of the person you like, how can you say anything frustrating?It's too late to be competitive!

So this hardest first adaptability training, in the end, none of them gave up, and everyone persisted.Even Zacharys Smith, who likes to complain the most, survived until the last moment.

Overall, Maca is quite satisfied.After all, as the first training session, he did not make too many discounts on the training intensity, and he was able to persist until the end, all relying on perseverance to support.Even if there are indeed one or two unpleasant personalities among these students, they should be the advantages, but Maca will not blindly deny them because of personal feelings.

"The weather looks good today..."

Maca pulled open the curtain behind him and glanced outside, then Shi Shiran sat down on the chair again, opened the book and continued to study.

He must master these contents as soon as possible, there are too many things to be busy!

And at about the same time, Harry had just woke up from his sleep.

The training last night made him too tired. After returning, he was busy with a lot of homework until midnight, but he was even dreaming about doing his homework.

"Ah! Can't finish it! Snape will deduct points again..." Harry sat up abruptly, blinked and thought blankly for a while, "Oh... so it was a dream!"

He fell back on the bed with a "plop" and pulled the quilt vigorously.

The bed opposite was still empty, and Ron apparently hadn't returned from the ward.He was used to the presence of Ron by his side, but now he sees less, he really feels a little uncomfortable.

While lying on the bed for a while, Harry stared at the ray of sunlight coming in through the window and passing between the curtains of the bed. The fine dust flew in the beam of light, shimmering with golden light.

Today is Saturday, so I can take a breather.

Of course, I just took a breath, after all, even if there are no other emergencies coming out to cause trouble, the .Ls exam will be taken.As a student, there is no reason to relax either.

Perhaps it is because the daily routines in the past few years have been too chaotic, and bad events have happened one after another, as if there is no end forever.

If I have to describe it, it's like an endless Triwizard Tournament, and every day will be a new challenge.

There was still silence around, and everyone was still asleep.If it wasn't for the inexplicable dream of rushing homework that scared him up, he must be the same now, right?

The sunlight in front of me is still very low, probably not long after the genius has just lighted up.You can faintly hear the chirping of birds in the distance, except for the slow and even breathing of the students.

Harry sat up again. He pulled the curtains beside the bed and put on his clothes one by one.Then he opened the schoolbag again, took out some parchment paper, quill pen and ink bottle from it, took them out of the dormitory and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the lounge had already gone out, and it was much colder than in the bedroom.Harry couldn't help shivering, and then he immediately threw some dry wood in it by the fireplace.

"Flaming flames."

He pulled out his wand and pointed at the pile of firewood. A strong flame immediately ignited the firewood, emitting a fascinating heat.

After roasting for a while, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace. The soft cushions were quite comfortable.

While spreading the parchment on the round table, he wondered what to write.

When he learned the location of Sirius from Maca, he remembered that it was time to write to the godfather.Although he can still say something to Ron, what he really needs is not someone to accompany him in distress, but someone who can comfort him when he is troubled.

In other words, a person like a father.

As Harry thought, he unscrewed the lid of the ink bottle and dipped some ink on the nib of the quill.But after that, his pen tip only hung an inch above the slightly yellowed parchment, and he couldn't write for a long time.

After a while, he finally realized that he seemed to be staring at the flame in the fireplace in a daze, and he didn't know how to write.

Of course there are many things that happened, and just pick a few of them to make this parchment full.But which things to choose to tell Sirius, he didn't have a good idea in his heart.

Writing letters in this period is not easy.He must find ways to change the content he wants to convey in the past so that he can send it out with confidence, because no one knows if this letter will be robbed by someone who shouldn’t see it, just like Hyde before. The same time when Wei was injured.

Harry stayed there for a while, before finally sorting out what he was thinking.He dipped it in the ink bottle again, and then wrote on the parchment.

He mentioned his "Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson" in the letter, because he thought about it, and it was this incident that disturbed him the most.

Those big spiders were naturally terrifying, but that was a thing of the past after all, and he also picked up the Gryffindor sword again.

Well, even though it didn't feel very good this time, it didn't show any special power.But at least he didn't fall into the kind of madness that scared him again. This was a good start.

What he is most disturbed now is the training session last night.

During training, he clearly felt his own shortcomings.Or in other words, he is actually no different from everyone else, the same exhausted and the same poor performance.

And the lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him, at least to work harder for his parents.Compared with most other classmates, he is indeed different.

That's why he felt uneasy, because his difference was only manifested in a mark left to him by Voldemort. Apart from this, he still had nothing, he clearly tasted his powerlessness.

Harry read the letter from start to finish several times, checking whether he had written something that shouldn't have been written.After repeatedly confirming the correctness, he carefully sealed the parchment, went through the portrait hole in the common room, and walked all the way in the direction of the owl shed.

Probably there are so many factors that need to be scrupulous that this letter is not too long.In contrast, the time it took him to complete this letter was a bit too long.

When he walked out the gate of the Gryffindor Tower, the sun had already covered most of Hogwarts.The sun hung high in the air, swaying a warmth that was very different from the fire in the fireplace.

The owl shed was on the top floor of the West Tower, surrounded by glassless windows, and the shining light shining on him could hardly open his eyes.

Looking up, more windows were neatly arranged around the spire, and beams of light projected in, intertwined on the slightly dim roof of the shed. Hundreds of owls cooed non-stop.

The light this morning seemed to make them feel a little anxious, after all, owls are a typical nocturnal creature.If you look closely, you can see that a few of them have apparently just returned from predation, and they still have wood rats that are twisting in their paws.

Harry leaned his neck back and walked back and forth looking for Hedwig, the straw under his feet faintly made a soft sound of Gajkal, probably all fine bones inside.

"Hey! Hedwig!" He found Hedwig near the top, "Come down! There is a letter for you to send!"

Hedwig whispered, flapped the white wings that had just been healed a few days and flew down, and stood on Harry's slightly thin shoulders.

"It's okay? If it's not completely healed, I can ask the public owl to deliver this letter..." Harry stroked her wings with some worry and said softly.

"Goo—"

Hedwig shook her head and patted her wings again, indicating that she was fine.

"Okay, then..." Harry nodded hesitantly, "It's a little far away this time. It's going to be given to Sirius. He's in America now—"

"Cuckoo--"

Hedwig held the envelope in her mouth and blinked her big amber eyes to show that she understood.After that, he immediately spread his wings and flew to an owl stand in the middle of the shed, and stopped on it.

Suddenly, a soft light circulated on her body, enchanting her to support the long-distance flight.Immediately afterwards, she kicked her legs hard, rushed out of the window, and flew to the bright sky outside.

Harry was watching Hedwig away from the sun, but at this moment, a big black bird shaped like an eagle suddenly glides from the direction of the forbidden forest, hovering in the air, and then straight towards him. Come down.

He recognized that bird, it was Maca's owl, and heard that it was called "Malfurion".

Just as Harry was stunned, Marfa suddenly turned around again, and the giant wing furiously turned around in front of the shed, drawn a black arc, and flew to the other side of the castle.

Marfa's flying speed was so fast that Harry could hardly react, only feeling his heart pounding like a drum.

It's been a long time since Maca rides a flying broomstick. Harry, who loves Quidditch, is actually very sorry. He has always wanted to have a good game with Maca.

And just now, the beautiful flight of Maca's owl reminded him of the appearance of Maca dominating the Quidditch Cup.

"...That black eagle is so beautiful!"

He is remembering it!But he didn't want to make a sudden sound behind him, which shocked him.