Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After the sorting ceremony, a rich welcome dinner also began.

Because of the arrival of another group of freshmen, the long tables of the various colleges seemed to be more lively than usual, even the Slytherins who were often false and serious.

And since the ceremony has all gone through the process, the wizards of the International Wizards Federation who have come from afar do not have to wait in the side hall.Maca led all those people in, and invited them to sit down at the newly added round table without introducing them to the students.

Needless to say, these wizards are of course here to discuss the alchemy event again.According to the original plan, this world-class competition will be held in Hogwarts in a while. As long as the preparations are well prepared, it will inevitably be an unprecedented alchemy feast.

However, the event may be exciting, but most of the pre-match preparations are boring.Instead of going to their table and listening to some boring social rhetoric, it's better to focus on the little wizards.

In fact, in the middle of the Slytherin table right now, an unremarkable secret love scene is just being staged.

At the beginning of school, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key manner!It's just that he missed a lot of classes and failed to take the .Ls exam. By this school year, he could only stay in the fifth grade for one year.

As for the so-called "secret love", of course it refers to Miss Pansy Parkinson who often leaned by Malfoy's side.

"Oh... Draco, I know you must be very lost. But it doesn't matter, everyone knows that with your ingenuity, it is perfectly possible to go straight to the sixth grade..." Pansy sat cautiously on Malfoy's right hand. He didn’t even look at the delicious food on the table, but tried to comfort each other, “I’m serious, Draco! In my...in our minds, you will always be the most...well, the most... awesome!"

What she said was obviously too counterintuitive, so that when she was speaking it herself, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Maca with a guilty conscience.

But Malfoy didn't feel much about her at all, and didn't listen carefully at all right now.He just ate the food on the plate bit by bit, without saying anything, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It is worth mentioning that now his two silly big followers, Crabbe and Gore, are no longer spinning behind his ass.Because even with the IQs of those idiots, they understand the importance of being a human being with their tails in between.

After all, their fathers were both loyal Death Eaters who followed Voldemort.And now, the two older stupid guys were all captured and sent to Azkaban by the twins in the final battle of the Order of the Phoenix raid on the Death Eaters' lair.

In the welcome dinner with constant laughter, Malfoy silently finished the food on his plate, then put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium early.

The weather has been pretty good recently, with beautiful winds during the day and breeze at night, but Malfoy walked in the corridors as if in the cold winter.In his heart, there is infinite hesitation and depression hidden in him, every minute and every second is constantly torturing him.

Yes, in the end Snape went to check on him and gave him a special potion to suppress dreams while sleeping.Although the potion was expensive, and it had to be taken regularly every day, the effect was really good, at least after that, he never had nightmares again.

It's a pity that he didn't realize until the first few days of school that he might not be able to avoid it.

Although the nightmare did not reappear, an emotion had clearly climbed into his heart.He could even feel it himself, that it was a kind of desire directed at his heart-a desire for power, power, and respect for others.

More importantly, that kind of greed is increasing day by day with the passage of time, and it affects him step by step.It happened that he himself had a clear sense of this subtle change, but he still couldn't refuse the weird power that grew in step with desire.

He knew that he was afraid that he could already use the black energy now, but he had not dared to use it even once.He worried that once he had used it, he would no longer be himself.

Before he knew it, Malfoy suddenly realized that he had come to the top of the Astronomy Tower in a daze.This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle. Standing by the railing, the night breeze in the sky is surprisingly strong, and his robe is blowing and hunting.

Looking around, the shadows in the distance are full of mountains engulfed in the night.Lifting his head, the whole piece of stars shone with a different kind of brilliance, as if they could be reached by a hand.

This was a beautiful scene, but in the eyes of Malfoy at this moment, it seemed so manic and disturbing.

"hiss……"

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then punched the stone railing.The pain in his hand distracted him somewhat, but it was only enough for his exhausted heart to ease slightly.

"Power... ridiculous power..." Malfoy murmured while holding his elbow on the railing, hanging his head, "Even if I can have this power, I can still beat McLean? Is it better than Voldemort— —"

That's how it is said, but isn't he himself who has been imagining from beginning to end?Otherwise, ask Maca to lower his head for an explanation. With Maca's ability, maybe this trouble has long gone away from him.

"boom!"

He smashed at the railing again, accompanied by a deliberately lowered roar, the unwillingness hidden in that low roar was obvious.

...

"...Okay, this is our Hufflepuff common room. You can do homework, read books, chat, eat snacks, play wizard chess, etc.... No matter what you want to do, come here. It can’t be wrong. Yes, I still remember the wizarding war chess that our Professor McLean created here—well, it’s on that table by the window!"

The dinner was over, and the prefects led the freshmen of their respective colleges back to the common room as usual, and introduced them how to get in and out in the future.Right now, Ens, who was assigned to Hufflepuff College, was looking around this round room, and the senior's fragmentary explanations were heard in his ear.

In Hufflepuff, the most worthy story for the new students is the glorious history of Maca.Just imagine, what else could be more topical than a former classmate and now a world-class celebrity?

"Oh... are you talking about that extraordinarily young gentleman? He is really our professor?" A little girl immediately asked when she heard the senior and mentioned Maca.

"Yes, that's right!"

That senior was actually Maca's former roommate Ernie. Since he became the prefect last year, he has gained a bit of a leader's temperament.Now he is most proud of, of course, his friend Maca, who is full of pride when talking to his juniors.

"He teaches ancient magic literature..." Ernie said cheerfully, "Do you know? Last year we took an important exam this year. We have been reviewing for a long time, and it is still very difficult! But guess what! What's the matter? Those guys who choose to study magic literature actually all passed the exams well or above, and most of them are excellent!"

Having said that, he looked around exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "...you know, in Maca...oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a very good relationship with him... …I mean, before Professor McLean was in charge of magic literature, there were not only few people who took this course...Even if they did, there were never more than half of those who passed!"

"Oh! This sounds amazing..." the little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Of course he is amazing!" Ernie said excitedly, "Perhaps many of you have heard of it, but I can tell you the truest side from the perspective of a personal experiencer-do you know the Dark Lord?"

"I know!" Few children from wizarding families don't know this. What's more, the turmoil has been going on some time ago. Even if they are still young, they have heard about it from their elders, "It's Voldemort! Listen to my uncle." Before, no one dared to mention his name!"

"No, not only that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord is not just a person... Yes, there are many people who know Voldemort now, but people who are not young and old also remember that before Voldemort There is the existence of the first generation of Dark Lord! I want to..."

His phrase "thinking back then" is equivalent to giving a personal lecture. Not only did he compile all the materials he found into stories and tell the new students to listen to it, but he also made up some things that did not belong to Greenward at all. The "dark history" of "Dark History" came out, but it made these little guys all sound creepy.

In the end, he paused deliberately, and he was not willing to continue speaking until everyone's appetite was upset.

"...Think about it, what would happen if the two generations of Dark Lords came together?" Ernie said, slapped the table suddenly, scaring the new students very much, "does that mean? That is death! It is destruction! Ruins and blood everywhere!"

"That's really terrible..." He swallowed his saliva, stunned to create a subtle sense of tension, "But no one thought that when Maca alone protected the entire school teachers and students back to the castle , He actually stayed outside alone!"

"and after?"

The voice of this question was much calmer than the previous few freshmen, but the tone was improved a lot because of the eagerness to know-that was Ensi who turned around and spoke.

"Later?" Ernie grinned. "When the gate of the castle was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found that Maca was lying at the door, except for his face a little pale, and even the wizard's robe was intact. And that The two powerful Dark Lords have all fallen into the snow without breathing!"