Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A genius remembers the site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! When Maca, Luna, Hermione and a large group of elves stepped into the gate of Hogwarts, the students had already started Ready to go home.

This year is quite a coincidence. After a day's rest, it's the Christmas holiday again.

But for the three weeks of Christmas holidays this year, Hermione won't be able to enjoy much free time this year.Not to mention the training courses they made themselves, the academic arrangements at Hogwarts alone have to be considered.

Because, as soon as this holiday is over, they will have to face-to-face with the exam for a hand-to-hand battle of blood and tears.

"I have to take Luck and his people to see Professor McGonagall, and you should prepare as soon as possible! If anything happens after the holiday, write to me..." Maca looked at Hermione and Luna. , "If you encounter any difficulties, use fake gold coins to notify me-Luna too, remember?"

"Okay." Luna nodded very simply, "Merry Christmas."

Seeing that Maca was about to leave, Hermione stopped him.

"Hey!" She whispered, "Um... I mean, Christmas... Where will you spend it?"

"Oh, yeah... Christmas..." Maca seemed to have just begun to think about it. After a little thought, he said, "Maybe go to the Old Black House! There are some homeless children there. , I think they should also have a relaxed and happy Christmas."

"The children you brought back from the United States?" At first, those children were sent to Hogwarts, and Hermione had seen it once from a distance. "What have they experienced? Just as I saw that day. Yeah, that must be too bad..."

"In short, there is an unfortunate past," Maca shrugged. "Some of them have already contacted their families through some relationships, and there are probably not many who are still in the old house."

"Oh..." Hermione said unbearably, "I think I should go see them too... Then Christmas Eve, I too..."

"No, I think you'd better stay at home and spend time with your parents." Maca immediately stopped. "Any family needs the company of children at Christmas, otherwise your parents will lose their decor. It’s the meaning of the Christmas tree. By the way, you'd better behave as if you still believe that Santa Claus is true...I believe your parents will be very happy."

"Oh...I didn't believe in Santa Claus since I was six," Hermione shook her head helplessly. "That's all because Dad slipped on the snow he had sprinkled when he faked Santa's footprints. His elbow..."

She stopped as she spoke, as if she didn't want to recall the bad memory at that time.

"What happened to his elbow?" Luna on one side asked in a daze.

"Um...you don't want to know..." Hermione looked at Luna and Maca hesitantly. Seeing that they were both curious, she couldn't help pursing her face in embarrassment, "Okay, okay... …Daddy’s elbow pressed hard on my stomach, and almost squeezed the peg cake and Christmas pudding out of my throat!"

"Oh—" Maca and Luna looked at each other with horror.

"Enough!" Hermione blushed and stomped her feet. "But I think you are right-I should spend Christmas with Mom and Dad. I miss them a lot, and they must miss me more. "

"Yes, that's it!"

Macalho nodded slightly, and in the eyes of the little wizards passing by, greeted the little elves to go to the principal's office.

"What is'Christmas'?" Old Luck asked curiously, "It sounds interesting!"

"That was a day when there were delicious food and fun, and reunion with friends and family." Maca said casually as he walked, "Anyway, that day will have a lot of laughter! I think you will like……"

Not long,

"House elf?" A voice came from inside, "You...uh...Where did you find such noisy ghosts?"

As soon as he entered the principal's room, Macadam saw Snape's figure.This Mr. Big Bat was still as usual, as if dissatisfied with everything, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Snape." Maca greeted casually, "They are not house elves, um...at least, it's not the same."

"Huh, whatever! You came just right..." Snape shook his greasy hair. "During the holidays, I will go to America with Tia to find clues... You know, see you later. "

"Oh, isn't it?" Maca was saying, and Snape passed him by, waving his sleeves to drive away the elf who was in the way, and walked out.

He looked at the back of Snape leaving, thought about it, and shouted at the other side: "Remember to be careful over there. Although the first trouble has been eliminated, it may not be completely safe there!"

Hearing this reminder, Snape suddenly turned around, only to see him over the heads of the elves, looking at Maca here for a slight pause.

"I see," he nodded, expressionlessly, "but I think you should pay more attention than me."

Maca couldn't help feeling that Snape was right, because what Snape was going to do had nothing to do with Voldemort or Greenward, but he was the number one enemy of the two.

After watching Snape leave, Maca turned around and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, these little elves will fight Voldemort with us. With them, I think Hogwarts will be stronger and more secure." He said.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been observing these elves since just now.The large number of them not only crowded the principal's room, but even stretched out to the door.

And seeing their lively expressions and movements, and their constant twittering, McGonagall had already felt that they were clearly different from the house elves.

"They... are house elves?" Professor McGonagall hesitated. "They look alike, but..."

"Well... they should be regarded as another descendant of the ancestors of the house elves," Maca explained, "you can understand-they have not experienced the defeat and surrender at the beginning, is... What do you mean? A group of "free elves"?"

"'Freedom'?" said Old Lake, who was squeezed by Maca. "This word sounds good, Lake likes this word..."

"What is he talking about?" Professor McGonagall questioned.

"He said he likes'freedom'," Maca translated a little, and went on, "His name is'Luck' and he is the oldest of these elves-maybe you don't understand their language. , But they can roughly understand what you are talking about."

"Hey, young wizard," Old Luck tugged at the hem of Maca's robe. "The elf needs work! The elf has to complete Ferry's task! What should I do?"

"Of course, don't worry." Maca looked at him and said, "I'll tell you about the clues I got in a while. You won't be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you to stay. Isn't it?"

He calmed down a few words of old Lacker, and then said to Professor McGonagall: "There are still many places to live in the castle, but I want to let them meet the house elves in the kitchen first... Professor, what do you think how about it?"

Just as Maca said, Hogwarts Castle is quite large, and since the beginning of the school, it has never been able to make full use of this abundant space.

Not to mention other places, even on the basement floor of the castle, there are too many free rooms.

"Take them to the kitchen? I think the scene must be very messy," Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and nodded. "But if you go with them, then there should be no big problem."

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded to McGonagall. "I think Hermione will be very happy for your permission!"

That said, but Maca didn't intend to call Hermione together.After a while they should leave school and go home, and now they call her over, then she won't have time to sort her luggage.

Not long after, Maca led the elves through the spiral staircase, all the way to the underground corridor of Hogwarts Main Fort, and stopped in front of a still life painting of fruit.

In the curious eyes of the elves, Maca stretched out his hand and scratched the pear in the painting.

Suddenly, Lizi, who had been motionless, twisted her body suddenly and giggled.Its movement caused the other fruits that were packed in the fruit plate to roll a little, and an apple fell from the edge of the plate onto the table and let out a soft cry of "Ouch."

Immediately, the giggling pear changed silently and turned into a green doorknob.

In the past when he was at Hogwarts school, as a Hufflepuff, he would often come to the kitchen late at night.When I walked now, it was naturally quite familiar.

Not much to say, Maca stretched out his hand and twisted the handle, pulling the frame apart.

"It's the kitchen, and some of your people live here..." He turned his head and said to Old Lake, "But, do you remember what I told you? Although you don't seem to care, but I I think it’s better to remind me for the time being—"

"What you will see next is what your compatriots outside the island look like now-in fact, life here is pretty good, and other places may be worse than this." For mobile users, please browse. Reading, a better reading experience.