Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A genius remembers this site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "What class was Hermione's last class?"

"Maca's magic text lesson."

In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the flow of people to the second floor.They didn't take the ancient magic text class, so they couldn't go with Hermione when they had a class.

"Oh..." Ron seemed to be a little emotional when he heard this. "Although Maca's classes are always interesting, the disadvantage is that there are too many homework! Seriously, can't he alleviate the burden on the students?"

"We didn't take the magic text class again, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head. "I think we have to worry about the next class-I didn't expect it. But it’s my favorite course!"

"Yeah!" Ron sighed, "First, Umbridge gave us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she was gone, but I thought Snape would come again..."

"Oh! I really don't understand, how did Maca get along with Snape?" Harry said boredly.

"Perhaps as Maca said, in fact Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought for a while, and quickly pushed the idea away, "No, how is it possible?"

"Hey." Harry chuckled dryly. "Has Maca said anything like this?"

"I don't know, I can't remember," Ron shrugged. "I just think that if it were Maca, it would probably say that."

As the two murmured at each other, the crowd rushing to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved beyond the familiar door.At this moment, with a soft creak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.

Soon after, the big bat-like figure Shi Shiran walked out of the door and stood still on the corridor.

It was Snape, his hair still looked as greasy as it had never been washed before, drooping from the sides of his head, covering his face.His dark hair set off his waxy face and it became more and more gloomy. The moment the indifferent gaze swept across the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.

"Come in."

Snape glanced at them, and then suddenly turned around and returned to the classroom, turning too hard, causing his black robe to slam off, as if he had transformed into a real giant bat at that moment.

Yes, yes, the kind that sucks human blood!

"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron leaned close to Harry, muttering in a very low voice.

"I don't think it's uncommon. I heard from Hermione that Hogwarts really had a history of vampires as a Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor in the past," Harry blinked. "I want to say more than that. ——Snape can’t wait!"

"What?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"I mean Snape," Harry whispered, "I heard that he has been thinking about becoming a Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor for a long time. It seems that he planned to apply for this class from the beginning."

"If you want to chat, I can let you chat in my office tonight!" Snape knew it somehow, and he stepped out of the classroom door again and gave them a stern look.

"It's not time for class yet!" Harry subconsciously spoke up, which made Ron give him a quick wink and motioned him not to be so impulsive.

But before the words fell, a magic bell suddenly rang throughout Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into mockery and sneer again.

"Now here." He grinned, "Still outside the classroom? Good job... 5 points deducted!"

"It's you!" Harry retorted loudly, scratching his neck.

"5 points for each person."

Snape sneered and added another sentence before he walked into the classroom again.Ron knew he couldn't stay here anymore, so he just dragged Harry in to follow him-let him fight Snape again.

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron realized that Snape had already branded his distinctive marks here.

The windows that were originally well-lit were tightly covered by thick curtains, and no trace of natural light could penetrate.In the classroom, only small candles ignited by magic radiated a faint light, making it as gloomy and drowsy as the previous potions classroom.

And unlike the potions classroom in the past, several portraits are now hung here, but those portraits obviously also have a strong "Snape style."

Most of the paintings are characters, but they all seem to be undergoing terrible torture, showing their pain with their twisted limbs and hideous expressions.Some of the people in the painting screamed and screamed silently, some were curled up, some half of their bodies were festering, and some were even indistinguishable.

It can be said that these pictures themselves are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dared to hang them up-did Professor McGonagall know about this?

"Oops!"

Ron and Harry merged into the students standing in the middle of the classroom with some uncertainty, but the next moment, Ron seemed to think of something suddenly and frowned and let out a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Snape first, and found that he hadn't looked over here, then turned to Ron beside him and asked.

"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice and emphasized, "Hermione hasn't come yet-how could she be late?"

"That's awful!" When Harry heard it, he suddenly felt very bad.

But at this moment, someone rushed in at the door.Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up, they knew they hadn’t seen the person’s face, it was Hermione.If I had to explain, it was her tousled brunette hair, and apart from Hermione, there was no other girl in Hogwarts who didn't care about her appearance like her.

"Huh, late?" Snape turned his head, and made a chuckle, "Well done, Miss Knockout. Do you think..."

He habitually wants to ridicule a few words, and he can be punished by the way, so that his mood will become better.But after catching a glimpse of the textbook Hermione was holding on his chest, he snorted again impatiently.

"Professor McLean was a little late today..." Hermione explained at the door.

While she was talking, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the classroom wall, and she suddenly felt annoyed.

For Hermione, those portraits were too much, they shouldn't be hung on any wall in this world, let alone in the Hogwarts classroom.

"Go over there and stand, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hand irritably, and the sleeve of the wizard's robe made a noise in the air.

Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, she had to feel agitated at the thought of the conversation with Maca just now after class.

In the last class, Maca didn't delay the class-he never did that in class.Hermione was late because she took the initiative to ask Maca a few words.

Of course she asked about Snape, and by the way, the things that Maca had asked her to do during retrospective time.Snape broke into her house late at night and watched her for half the night. The reason for that incident is still a mystery.

As smart as Hermione, she suddenly thought of Voldemort and Greenward, but because the process of that matter was too complicated, even if she was involved in one of the steps, she still had no clue.

It's just that during Maca's stay in St Mungo's hospital, she hasn't given a clear enough explanation, so she found another opportunity to ask for clarity.

However, Maca still didn't tell the cause and effect just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the internal information about Snape.That included the history of Snape and Harry's mother, as well as the situation of Snape's sister Tia.

So now, when Hermione saw Snape himself, a rather complicated emotion suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Hermione, Maca has delayed class?"

Seeing Hermione come to them safe and sound, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, then Harry asked casually.

"Hmm..." Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words. She hesitated, but nodded, "Yes...Yes!"

Perhaps subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn't tell Harry about the conversation with Maca just now. After all, she didn't know where to start even if she wanted to talk-did she start talking about Harry's mother's scandal?Do not be silly!

While answering, she stuffed the magic text textbook in her arms into the bulging schoolbag, flipped through it again, and took out another thick magic book.

"... Put away that book," no one knows how Snape's eyesight was developed. "In my Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I don't need that kind of half-handed book."

What Hermione took out was the "Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense."This book has been the most commonly used textbook in Defence Against the Dark Arts class since the first grade. No professor other than Umbridge has ever used it.It contains a lot of practical defensive spells, and also introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is indeed a rich and reliable book.

But Snape said that it was a "half book".

"Before the formal start of class, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you," Snape stood in front of the classroom in a harsh tone, "So in the following, I hope you will be able to concentrate highly and don't miss me. Every word of-because I will only say it once!"

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, those cold black eyes swept across everyone's face one by one, bringing everyone an inexplicable pressure.