Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hermione, what's wrong with him?"

In the common room, Ron, who had just come from the bedroom, passed Harry hurriedly.He had just woke up before and found that Harry was no longer in bed, but now his good buddy ran back eagerly.

Ron naturally looked blank.

"How do I know?" Hermione spread her hands. "He just said that he suddenly thought that there was something to do. Before he could say anything else, he left happily."

"what?"

Ron looked suspiciously and glanced back in the direction where Harry had left, but Harry had obviously run out of sight long ago.

"But it probably has something to do with Valentine's Day," Hermione added triumphantly. "Guess what? It's done!"

"You, you mean—" Ron suddenly put on a surprised expression, "Harry had an appointment with Ginny? Really? Yesterday he was still..."

"Just now," Hermione said with a smile, "Harry took the initiative to invite Ginny to go to Hogsmeade, oh... he should be prepared!"

"Harry and Ginny...oh, and my sister..." Ron said in a mixed mood, "I think I will bless them, no, our whole family will bless them both."

"Don't bring your whole family in, it's too heavy!" Hermione waved her hand casually, "Okay! Just do what you should do! Don't disturb my review..."

"Review?" Ron nodded, perfunctorily, "Well, that sounds good..."

As he spoke, he wanted to turn around and see what Harry was doing.But he had only taken two or three steps, only to see another person rushing out of the doorway leading to the bedroom-that was Harry who had gone back and forth.

"Hey! Wait, Harry—" Ron hurriedly stopped him, "You are so anxious, what are you going to do?"

"Huh? Oh, Ron? You let me first, and I'll come back later..." Harry said casually, "I have to go to breakfast later, otherwise the morning class will not last, I have to Hurry up."

He said, quickly bypassing Ron in the middle, trotting out of the common room, all the way to the outside corridor.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and didn't know what the guy was doing.

...

In fact, just before Ron came, Harry asked Ginny a question.

This question does sound a little stupid, because probably no boy will directly ask a girl if she likes herself.But Harry just asked, and it was a straightforward question.

He is a straight-tempered boy, especially in terms of feelings. He is not good at putting his emotions in his heart to brew.So all the questions he asked were what he most wanted to know at that moment.

And Ginny happened to be no ordinary girl, she knew what Harry was like.

So when Harry asked, she knew that the other person was really "noting" herself.In other words, Harry really started to treat himself as an ordinary girl.

Before today, he probably always regarded himself as a character similar to his sister.

In other words, once he understood what Harry was thinking, the question he asked would not sound so abrupt.

Ginny knew that at that time, she should give a clear response.

So, the result was exactly as Ginny had imagined. After confirming the other's heart, Harry finally took the initiative to speak.On February 14, a full-day trip to Hogsmeade Village for two people, that sounds particularly exciting!

To be honest, of course Harry was looking forward to it, but he hadn't completely eased it up yet.He did exactly that for the active invitation, and he didn't feel anything wrong.On the contrary, his understanding of Ginny made him quite moved.

but,

But now that he still struggles with this kind of thing, it is his fault.So Harry didn't think about what he had, but quickly got himself busy.

On Valentine's Day, it stands to reason that everyone can go to Hogsmeade to relax.However, as a fifth-grade student who is about to face the O. exam, whether he can go does not only depend on whether the school agrees, because there are too many recent homework!

Ginny is only in the fourth grade, of course there is no problem, but his side may not be okay.

In this case, Harry thought of Maca for the first time.It's a pity that Maca can't help him this time, because that guy is still a guest in Busbarton, France!

Because of this, Harry must find a suitable person to reduce the amount of homework that day.

Naturally, he quickly thought of a candidate who could help him-even if he didn't want to go to that person at all, but for his rare and important date, he had to deal with it patiently.

Yes, what he was looking for was the current potions professor, Horace Slughorn.

Harry trot down the corridor, and after he had walked down a few stairs, he quickly came to the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.Now this is the place of the old man Slughorn.

Along the way, Harry ran very fast.But when he was standing in front of Slughorn's office now, he began to hesitate again.

Originally, this bald old man was always pestering him, and now he is still actively looking for someone. Isn't this a move to snare himself?He can even imagine that in a while, the old man will definitely ask him to join that "slug club" again!

"Oh! For... um... for Ginny?"

Harry wanted to give himself a reason to do this, but that reason didn't seem to make him more reasonable.After all, no matter how you say it, reducing homework for yourself is not a legitimate thing.

"Tuk tuk-"

"Oh, who came to me so early? Please come in!"

There was a knock on the door, and Slughorn's voice immediately came from inside.Harry got a response, and finally put the hesitation in his mind behind him, unscrewed the doorknob and walked in.

Or else Slughorn would be eyeing this office!This is really the best professor's office in Hogwarts Castle.

Outside this office is an ordinary classroom for teaching theoretical knowledge. Originally, when the Defence Against the Dark Arts course needed to teach some non-practical content, I would choose to teach here.And right in the innermost part of this classroom, walking up the stairs is the office room for the professor.

When Harry opened the door, he saw the sun spilling out of the towering grille window, illuminating the entire office transparently.It can be seen that Slughorn has decorated many beautiful little things in his office, most of which are labeled with labels indicating that they are all given to him by that person.

Needless to say, they were all the outstanding students he had taught before—it must be true.

In addition, this office has an inner room for professors to live in.Counting the classroom outside, this is the three-story space inside and outside. No wonder Slughorn has been obsessed with this office since his teaching career.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. Potter?" Slughorn greeted happily, sitting behind his desk, "Good morning!"

Harry paused, and reluctantly nodded for a moment.After all, when he came this time, he still asked for the other party, he should always be polite, right?

"Uh...good morning, professor." He felt his tone was still a little stiff, but he thought he couldn't do better.

"Of course, of course—" Slughorn was very happy. He thought Harry finally figured it out. "Come on, please sit down! I think you must have been to this office in the past, because you see— Your Defence Against the Dark Arts class has always done well!"

"Uh...thank you."

Harry looked around, and sat down on a chair next to him at the old man's sign.

In fact, he really wanted to say that this year's results will be like a pile of feces-well, let's save this topic for a while to talk to Ron!

"Um...Professor," Harry pondered to himself, then looked around at the things around him again, planning to find a suitable breakthrough in front of his eyes, "Oh... this is Mr. Froome?"

In the cabinet on Harry's right, there are a lot of magical photos.There is a Slughorn on each of them, and another person.When he was trying to find a topic, he found one of his acquaintances at a glance.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn said with a smile, "Ambrosius Froom, I taught him for seven years, he was a lovely guy back then. When he graduated , I also introduced him to his first job, and every year after that, on my birthday, he would give me a big gift basket."

"He...well, he's also very popular now," Harry nodded, "Honey Duke is the favorite shop of the classmates on Hogsmeade Day. But... is he a Slytherin?"

"No, no, he graduated from Hufflepuff College." Slughorn corrected. "I remember what I mentioned before. I don't just like the students in my college. I like it all—in fact, I don’t like prejudice a lot."

"Oh, that sounds good." Harry pursed his lips, scanned the pair of photos again, and then he saw a beautiful woman who seemed familiar.