Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

Harry was taken aback by the sudden sound. He turned around in surprise, only to find a chubby short old man standing behind him.

It was obviously Horace Slughorn who moved into Hogwarts Castle early because of Maca's invitation.

"How are you, hello?" Harry subconsciously said, "Excuse me—"

He hadn't finished speaking, but his gaze went over the fat old man's shoulder, and he stayed at the doorway that was opened again.There, Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw College walked into the shed with a package.

"Ah, Miss Zhang?" Harry immediately ignored the fat old man Slughorn. "That...um...good morning!"

"Oh-you must be Harry Potter! Yes, you can't go wrong!" Slughorn must have a face as thick as the outer walls of Hogwarts Castle, and he didn't care about Harry's ignorance. , Even stretched out his hand and forcibly grabbed his shoulder, "It's so alike, you and your father look exactly the same -"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing Slughorn's slightly bloated head taking his gaze strictly, so he had to put his gaze back on the opponent's face, "Uh , You know me..."

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn said happily, still unaware of Harry's careful thoughts, "It's just that the eyes don't look like them, yes—your eyes—"

"Like my mother, I know." Harry said helplessly. "A lot of people say that. I must have heard it more than ten times."

Behind Slughorn, Qiu Zheng glanced secretly in this direction.But probably because Slughorn was too tough, she couldn't help feeling that it was best not to say hello to Harry at this time, lest she would be involved.

"So... sir, do you know my parents?" Harry was a little unable to move when Slughorn caught him, so he had to ask again.

"Oh—yes! James Potter and Lily Evans are both students I have taught. But...well, as a teacher, you shouldn’t have a preference for a certain student. ..." Slughorn recalled slightly, "But I am the mother who prefers you."

"Miss Evans, she must be the smartest among the students I have taught. She is kind, lively, and cute. She is a good girl who fascinates other boys."

"...Actually, I often tell her that she should belong to my college. But every time she gives me the answer is not very polite—" Slughorn shook his head, "Well, it's a pity ."

"You used to be a professor at Hogwarts?" Harry said in surprise. "Which college are you in?"

"Slytherin," Slughorn said proudly, "I was the dean of Slytherin College."

"Oh, is it?" Harry immediately lost interest.

"Hey, come on!" As soon as Slughorn saw the expression on Harry's face, he immediately shook his stubby index finger. "You must be a Gryffindor like her, right? I know Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been very difficult to deal with, but you'd better not prejudice Slytherin because of this. No matter which college, isn't it all at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry agreed casually, eagerly.

"Oh-" Slughorn apparently refused to give up. "Look! That... well, that McLean, I remember he was originally assigned to Hufflepuff, right? But he is with you now Dean Slytherin has a good relationship—"

"What happened then?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"Huh?" Slughorn was inexplicably surprised. "I thought you should have admiration for that McLean in the past few years-he did this, shouldn't you take it as an example?"

"That's not the same as what you said!" Harry emphasized, "Maca never lets us blindly follow in his footsteps, on the contrary, he often lets us try to think about the problem ourselves!"

Although they often get confused because of this-Harry certainly wouldn't mention this, because he understood that it was his own lack of ability.

"Ha, is that right?" Slughorn blinked, a faint embarrassment flashed across his face, but was quickly swallowed by his cheeky.

In fact, he ran into Harry in the Owl Shack this time, although it was indeed just a coincidence.But for his personality and habits, in fact, he had already spotted Harry for the first time.

To put it bluntly, Slughorn is an excellent talent collector.For a student with the title of savior like Harry, he would never tolerate that he missed it.

For Maca, he already knew clearly that he couldn't collect such an unprecedented super genius.But for Harry, he wanted to be included in his talent club at the first opportunity.

However, this accidental first face-to-face contact seemed to end with a not-so-good ending.

After Harry had said those words, he immediately dropped the sentence "I have something else", bypassed Slughorn and left the owl shed.

In addition to the fact that he didn't have much favor for this fat old man, there was another reason, that is, Qiu Zhang had already left after sending the letter.

"Oh-, sorry!" Harry hurried a few steps before catching up to him, "I was so embarrassed just now, I blamed that strange old man, I couldn't say hello to you!"

"Oh, good morning!" Qiu, who was walking on the spiral staircase, nodded politely. "It doesn't matter, I should say sorry, that gentleman scared me... But who is he?"

"...Listen to him, um...it seems to be a professor from before." Harry suddenly felt that today's lips seemed a bit unclear.

"Oh, is it?" Qiu blinked. "Seriously, I didn't expect that there would be people in the shack so early... If it weren't for me just remembering that today is my mother's birthday, I wouldn't be early. Come here."

"Um...ah..."

Harry groaned back, his head in a mess.

Qiu Zhang is an Asian girl with long black hair. Her gentleness and beauty are obvious to all.And it is such a beautiful girl who is tender and tender, but is quite active in the Quidditch arena.She is quite popular among students of all grades at Hogwarts.

To put it bluntly, Harry actually wanted to use some more interesting words to create some nice atmosphere, so as to wash away the unhappiness he had gained from Slughorn.

But he found that his head was full of the big face of the fat old man.

"I mean... um... the weather," Harry said suddenly, pointing his finger out of the window next to the stairs, "What is the weather today?"

God!What damn weather is he talking about in this stall?While embarrassed by his own words, Harry felt that his internal organs were tumbling.

"Yes, nice weather." Qiu covered his mouth and yawned, somewhat lazily. "It's just right for Quidditch training... But to be honest, I was tossed by McLean last night. It’s a little bit too much!"

"Ok……"

Harry nodded subconsciously, but Qiu seemed to have thought of something, and immediately disappeared from sleep.She glanced at Harry with a flustered look, and found that the other party didn't seem to notice the ambiguity in the words just now, which was a little relieved.

Or do you say that girls generally mature earlier than boys?This is especially obvious to Harry.

"By the way, will your Gryffindor team change this year? I heard from a friend yesterday that someone suggested that you be elected captain!" In order to break the topic, Qiu randomly picked an interesting story and tried to conceal the past.

"Why?" Harry said unconsciously, and still hesitated, "Captain Quidditch...well...isn't it always done by sixth or seventh graders?"

"Ha, I mean..." Qiu casually said, "Actually, I don't think it is too much to let you be the captain. You fly very well."

"She said I was great!"

Only such a sentence passed through Harry's chaotic head, and then he glanced at Qiu's face inadvertently, only to find the unresolved blush of the girl's cheeks.

"Oh!" Harry blinked, a little flustered. "Does she...like me?"

Because of this unintentional coincidence and the polite words a girl said to cover up the embarrassment, a heart flower named "illusion" bloomed on Harry's bunch of tender flowers in love.

When the two men walked thoughtfully to the corridor leading to the west side of the main castle, Qiu immediately said aside, leaving Harry with his trembling heart in the corner of the corridor.

"I'm going this way... well, goodbye then, Harry."

"Ah, oh... good, good, goodbye."

Harry continued to walk forward, but his heart was filled with the sweet smile of him and Qiu when they parted.

"No, no, no..." Harry shook his head vigorously. "As I thought about before, now is not the time to talk about liking or dislike! Even if Qiu likes me... Even if Qiu likes me..."

He muttered less firmly, and finally tilted his head and muttered: "Even if...like me? One of the most popular girls among boys actually likes me in his heart? Merlin's... what? ..."

"Is it wrong?" Harry stared suddenly, muttering to himself, "Isn't she and Cedric—"

"What happened to Cedric?"

Suddenly, he was awakened by a familiar voice. After recovering, he finally realized that he had come to the auditorium without knowing it.

In front of him, Ron, holding a grilled sausage in his hand, was looking at him happily, with a greasy luster on his lips.

"What are you thinking?" Ron asked bulgingly.