Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"I saw you and Draco get off the Knight Bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco, you better be careful, my uncle has already come out of the Ministry of Magic dungeon!"

As Maca stretched out his hand, Neveto suddenly jumped up the parchment in his palm, drew an arc in the classroom, and stopped firmly in front of him.As the crumpled parchment unfolded on its own, these two words were quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that the scene where Draco was riding on the Cavaliers bus with that same day was noticed by an acquaintance.Also, there was a rush of people in Hogsmeade at that time, and Neville was vomiting so inconspicuously that it was no surprise that someone saw it.

Pansy Parkinson, despite her shame, her character and morals was so bad that she always laughed at Gryffindors with joy.But the only pure place in her heart was left to Draco.She saw that Draco had always been exceptionally silent recently, and the beginning was probably that day, no wonder she would think of Neville.

However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be a threat.But this Miss Parkinson did not expect that Neville, who had never dared to provoke trouble, would raise his hand directly to complain.

Now that this parchment has fallen into Maca's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting college points.

"What's written on it?"

Slughorn leaned in curiously, Maca didn't care, and directly waved the crumpled paper to the bald old man's side.

"Miss Parkinson, I think you need to come to my office after lunch," Maca said calmly, "You might be able to have a good chat with me about your uncle."

"No...I...I'm nonsense," Parkinson took a step back subconsciously, looking at Maca as if he was looking at a dementor who chose someone to eat, "I don't know where he is. I……"

"It's class time, so let's leave it in my office if you have anything!" Maca waved his hand, then nodded to Slughorn, indicating that he can continue class.

From beginning to end, Maca's performance was quite casual, and he could not see the seriousness of the matter at all.But the eyes of the little wizards were not blind. Anyone who glanced at Pansy Parkinson would understand that the content of that note might not be as calm as Maca's face.

Slughorn is almost the same as Maca. After reading the words on the paper, he also didn't show any concern about the matter.But unlike Maca, his calm is based on the life principle of "not actively causing trouble".

Simply put, this old man is completely "just as if I didn't see it".

After handing the piece of paper back to Maca, Slughorn cleared his throat, and then started talking about the follow-up course content casually.Except for Miss Parkinson, most of the other little wizards gradually turned their attention back to Slughorn's relaxed and pleasant explanation, and unknowingly put the episode aside temporarily.

In the rest of this class, Maca and Slughorn have added a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, making most students have a considerable change in the subject of potions. .

That said, although Snape is definitely one of the best in potions, his teaching method is too tasteless.If every class is learning according to the blackboard written on the blackboard, no matter how fine and accurate the blackboard is, it will always make people tired.

Listening to a humorous teacher lectures, the time always flies quickly, and the end of get out of class is up in a blink of an eye.

This time, the students were a little bit disappointed, because in the second half of class, Slughorn told a funny story about his preparation of potions, but it was a pity that the magic bell was interrupted.

"Okay, okay, I'll take some time to finish it after the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, "Everyone, hurry up, the expected lunch time is about to begin! "

After finishing this, he didn't leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then gathered up the teaching aids and supplies on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson still had a nervous look on her face when she left. Perhaps Maca who had taken care of Voldemort and Greenward was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maca hadn't planned to get any information from her!But look at her vacillation, now she really has so little expectations.

"Mr. McLean, a pretty good class, isn't it?" Slughorn had already packed up his belongings, and walked towards Maca with gusto.

"Yeah, I think they like you," Maca stopped thinking a little bit, and responded with a smile, "This audition also brought me a lot of lecture experience, and I will use them Used in my ancient magic text class."

"Hahaha, you are too humble."

It was great for someone to hold on to nature, especially for a promising young wizard like Maca, Slughorn's mood at the moment became even better.

The two old and the young, who were okay and casually flattered, walked out of the classroom side by side in such a happy manner and went along the corridor to the direction of the stairs.

By the way, Slughorn didn't ask Snape to vacate the office of the potions professor because he felt that the office in the basement was too old and dark.In order to have a comfortable office environment, he specifically asked Professor McGonagall to leave him the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor.

Maca didn't know the details of the specific bargaining, but he could guess it if he thought about it. The old man must have counted this as the condition for him to return to Hogwarts.

"...This is really interesting, see you in the auditorium later, we can go to the dinner table to continue talking about this topic."

When the moving staircase moved to a certain position on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were separated temporarily, and then he walked to his own office.

...

In Britain, whether it is the Muggle world or the magic world, lunch time is always fleeting.And the phrase "expected lunch time" said by Slughorn after class was more of a typical British joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after a hastily settled, they reinvest in intense work or study.If you really have leisure and sentiment, tea time is the real enjoyment for British people.

Soon, Maca settled his meal, and after politely declined Slughorn's "entanglement", he returned to his office again.

The appearance here remained basically the same, so narrow that one could put oneself on a pile of paper with a casual throw of his ass. Whether sitting or standing, he might not be able to see the Mr. McLean behind the desk.

But our Mr. McLean is now immersed in a draft, seeming to be thinking about some complicated magic problem.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just incidental. He had never done less, but because he kept moving forward, he kept getting more and more.The search for knowledge is endless. There are only those things that can be understood in a lifetime. A waste of time is a waste of life.

But to be honest, he is actually quite willing to waste his life sometimes, especially in the moment when nothing is wrong.

He thought for a while, and he simply threw the feather pen in his hand into the ink bottle at random, and then turned to face the window with the Gordigan tea that he had just brewed.When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright noon sun suddenly fell on his face, and the warmth was especially warm.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the vestibule garden. Most of them go for a walk and relax during the lunch break. They talk and laugh with each other, but Maca can't help but sigh.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age can go to the uncle..." He looked at the energetic young people, and couldn't help but become vigilant.

Aging is usually the enemy of women, but it is the same if it is placed on men.

At this moment, three slight knocks suddenly sounded outside the office door behind him. Just by listening to that sound, you can tell the cramped heart of the visitor.Maca was of course unmoved-he sensed that the wave of magical power outside the door had stayed for a while before the knock on the door sounded.

"Please come in."

As Maca's voice fell slightly, the door opened quietly, and a cautious footstep kicked and stepped in, slowly moving into the room.

"McLean... Professor, here I am."

It was Pansy Parkinson, the loyal follower of Draco Malfoy.It's a pity that she has liked Draco since she was a child, just as Ginny likes Harry...but Draco didn't have any feelings for this girl.

"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests," Maca turned around, holding a teacup around the mountain of paper bundles, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He didn't stop after he appeared, but passed directly in front of Parkinson and walked to the small clearing next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a chair suddenly jumped out of a corner and landed right next to the burning fireplace.He himself sat on a small round stool casually, without putting on any stand to overwhelm others with his identity.

"Sit down! Miss Parkinson," Maca raised her head and nodded her chin, motioning for her to sit down, "Don't be too restrictive, you know, I'm the same age as you in terms of age."

He can say that, but how dare Parkinson really treat him as an average teenager?I saw her sitting down on the cushioned chair with a little shrunken hands, but she didn't feel awkward no matter how she sits. She twisted and stunned and couldn't find a suitable sitting posture.