Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Tap...tap...tap...tap..."

It was night and it was cloudy again, even the streets of Hogsmeade Village outside were just as gloomy.And in the corridor on the second floor of this pig's head bar, it was naturally darker.

As I walked forward step by step, the old wooden floor under my feet creaked and creaked. Even if the body was lighter than ordinary people, stepping on it still inevitably sounded that toothsome movement. .

Wouldn't it sound like this sound that would step on the floor at any time? Wouldn't it alarm the people in the room at the end of the corridor?You know, it is because of someone there that he will come.

just……

At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness of the corridor has already come to the door.But seeing that he unscrew the doorknob indifferently, the light in the room also fell on him, covering most of his figure in the light.

Only now can I see that this is a guy who is covered in a black hooded cloak.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward into the room and closed the door conveniently.

This room has a very strong sense of unity with the run-down pig's head bar-the floor is still creaky, the walls are full of stains accumulated over the years, tables, chairs, benches, desks, wardrobes, everything is outdated.Even the curtains, which are constantly wagging in the night breeze, have large and small holes and thread-off seams everywhere...

Oh yes!The opposite window was wide open, and the outside wind was pouring into the room unscrupulously, stirring the air in the room desperately.The perennial wind and snow in Hogsmeade Village makes it look like winter all year round, and people can't help but shiver when the window is opened.

But in this "excessively ventilated" room, a total of four people did not show any discomfort.

No, it is not quite accurate.Because apart from the black-robed wizard who just came in, the other three people were standing or sitting, but they all maintained a constant motionless posture, without even blinking their eyelids.

However, the black-robed man who just came in from the door of the room was not surprised by this. He just looked around, and then opened the big hood on his head.

Just looking at the face that was still slightly immature as a young man, you can understand that there is no doubt that this black robe wizard is Maca.

"Well... is there only two people?"

In this room, except for Maca, only one of the other three sat on the edge of the bed, while the other two stood by the window and in front of the bed.

And Maca didn't cast even one look at the wizard on the bed, as if he had no interest in the guy sitting there. He just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.

But at this moment, the person who had been sitting still on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked silently to Maca's side.

In fact, this wizard who seemed to be a little older was no stranger.Look at the brightly designed butler's clothes and the neatly trimmed white hair. Who is Edward, who is not Nicol Lemay's old butler?

But Maca just patted the opponent's shoulder without any other actions.From the perspective of Maca’s habit of treating others with kindness to others, all this seems to be unreasonable.

"well-done."

The words that Maca said suddenly broke the strange atmosphere in the room.And as he tapped Edward's right hand on the shoulder and suddenly withdrew, the silent old housekeeper was actually short in that moment, and in a moment turned into a terrifying-looking big spider.

Immediately afterwards, the half-person tall spider quickly began to shrink again, and then straightly followed Maca's clothes and crawled into his sleeve and disappeared.

Speaking of trouble, in fact, the whole process only took more than ten seconds. The trace of the old Edward who was still sitting in the house was completely lost, as if it did not exist from the beginning.

But for Maca, this is what was planned.After taking back the alienated eight-eyed giant spider disguised with Transfiguration, he took a few steps forward and came to the two unidentified people who were still motionless.

In fact, you don't need to look carefully to understand that the attire of the two men is almost the same, they are both wearing simple robes that seem to be familiar.It's just that right now they are all covered with a grayish white color, but they can no longer distinguish the original color of the robe.

But it doesn't matter, because Maca recognized the identity of the other party at a glance-this is undoubtedly the black-robed cultist who had fought him in the palace of the Iranian magical world.

After returning to Hogwarts that day, he already understood that the prophet old man would probably continue to participate in this contest, and the original goal of the old man would obviously be the alchemy legacy of Nicol LeMay-that is, the old man. Edward, the only LeMay housekeeper who apparently knew where he was.

Well, maybe after that prophecy, the goal was to have Maca, the so-called "painful heir".

Therefore, Maca simply calculated it, got a fake Edward out on the night of the event, and wandered a little in Hogsmeade Village.

Sure enough, he immediately trapped the two attackers with this hand, and used the petrification ability of the alienated eight-eyed giant spider to successfully capture each other alive.

"...Now I hope Xiao Ba and the others will not be lost," Maca clicked on the two black-robed cultists in front of them, and reduced them in size. "Otherwise, you can only count on I was digging out some intelligence from the minds of these two people."

After thinking about this, he put both of them away, and then he turned over the window and melted directly into the gloomy night outside from the window.

...

When Maca was relying on the spiders' guidance and tracking all the way away, most of the little wizards of Hogwarts had returned to the dormitories or common rooms of the colleges.

Ens, who was "active" when everyone went to watch the game tonight, was already sitting at the round table in the basement of Hufflepuff and doing today's homework.

It's a pity that what happened today made him completely unable to concentrate, let alone write that boring essay on the history of magic.

"call--"

Frowning slightly, Ensi threw the quill back into the ink bottle with a full of boredom, and a deep breath was inaudible.

It stands to reason that the escape from Draco Malfoy, who can be said to have absolute strength compared to himself, can be said to be the blessing of Lucky Chocolate.If it hadn't been for the coma spell to be a little bit off, he would have been beaten directly from the flying broomstick, and even fainted on the spot.

Yes, the sense of crisis that Fu Ling Ji brought to him was so strong that he couldn't think about the possibility of counterattack at that time.Apart from running away as soon as possible, I am afraid there is no second choice.

But now, deep down in Ensi's heart, there is still extreme unwillingness.He really wanted to know how much he could do if he chose to resist.

Will it win?

Even if he couldn't get even the slightest possibility of what he thought, he still couldn't help thinking.Because there is no doubt that Malfoy is the strongest person he has ever felt since he entered Hogwarts.

Ens's will is obviously extremely strong.

Therefore, he can pass the test left by Salazar Slytherin; therefore, after facing an overwhelming strength that is almost irresistible, he can still develop the desire and fighting spirit to confront it.

Therefore, he will--

"...At the moment, it's impossible for me to resist Malfoy alone," Enns couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc, "but strength...and it's not just personal ability. Isn’t it also part of strength to have reliable friends?"

Just as when Alexander was urged to make a lucky chocolate experiment with Neville, although he was similar to the Slytherins in many ways, he did not reject the so-called friendship.It's just that his character is destined to be difficult for him to give true trust, so making friends is extremely difficult.

Of course, his broken mouth sometimes tends to be the culprit for a broken friendship, which he is somewhat self-aware.

"Oops, what I said in the library before seems a bit too much..." Enston curled his lips, then sighed helplessly, "Well...it seemed to have mentioned the duel practice at that time. Matter, otherwise..."

He rarely regrets something because of something, and this time it seems that he will inevitably be upset.

"No, everything else is easy to say, you can't lose in the competition," Ensi shook his head resolutely, "Besides, that guy seems to have made a lot of progress recently, even if I don't let the water go, maybe Also... not right, how could I lose to him?"

Thinking about it this way, he simply left the matter behind and stopped thinking about it.

Picking up the quill again from the ink bottle, Ensi stared at the parchment in front of him for a while, and finally couldn't bear to raise his head and shout.

"Hey, which buddy has written a essay on the history of magic? Lend it to me to have a look—"

Even if his self-esteem is so high as Ensi, he can only choose to retreat in a head-on confrontation with the history of magic.No way, he slept the whole time in the history of magic, and only heard the first few words of Professor Bins in the first class from beginning to end.

To be honest, this course is not normal at all. Students would like to learn it. If it weren't for a compulsory course, I am afraid it would set a brilliant record with the least number of electives every year.

"Oh, didn't you look down on my homework last night? Today I can't help it..."

Hufflepuff College is always harmonious.Even if the anomaly of Ensi is added, it will not change the little badgers' happiness.

At this point, it was completely different from the current stalemate in the Slytherin common room.