Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The international alchemy competition is finally over-at least it seems to be right, and the huge arena has become empty as the audience gradually leaves.

And outside the venue, the temporary market that was originally intended to last until late at night has also begun to pack up in advance and prepare to be removed.

Since Maca said that, Professor McGonagall, who knew that he would never make jokes about this kind of thing, was very decisive, and had notified her before she took the old butler into the arena.

Fortunately, although this request for early withdrawal of the stall is somewhat hasty, the sun has not yet set.

Therefore, the spectators can either go back to China with a good mood after watching the game today, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts, and keep the big things after the game in their hearts for a night, and then be calm tomorrow. To return to daily life.

It can be said that this can be regarded as leaving enough room for them to choose.

"Mr. LeMay, today's game ended successfully. Your contribution is the greatest. Please be careful on the way back. Although you use the door key, there is still a short distance to go after you get to the place..."

At this time at the school gate, Professor McGonagall was smiling and saying goodbye to the old housekeeper, and along with the old housekeeper, naturally there was the strangely tall Mrs. Maxim.

On the contrary, Furong, who had come with them, did not see her at this moment.

"It's too polite, Ms. McGonagall." Old Edward also nodded gently, "I just do things for my master. I used to be like this, and I will be the same in the future. As for the safety on the way back, Maxi Mrs. Mu has worked harder..."

As he said, he raised his head again and showed a smile to the lady beside him to express his sincere gratitude.

And just as the two sides were on their way out of the conversation, in a small wood outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, were looking at the direction of the door so far away, constantly peeping out.

Behind the two of them, there seemed to be more figures, but those were all hidden in the woods deeper behind. It would be difficult to tell how many people there were if you didn't look carefully.

"Old ancestor, didn't you always allow us to do something at Hogwarts? Why now—"

The tall wizard seemed to be a little bit confused and couldn't help but ask.Seeing his unscrupulous speaking volume, you can understand that they must have placed a silencer near the forest.

"Also, ancestors, you have already won the championship."

Obviously, the other figure was the old witch who refined the synthetic beast.At this moment, they gathered here to watch from afar, obviously because of her plan.

"Before was before, now is now," the old witch stared at the old butler's side, just casually replied, "If it is really me who won the championship award, then forget it, after all, the name is'Ma Kar McLean’s kid is definitely not annoying."

On the way, she paused for a while and then narrowed her eyes.

"But..." she said, "if I clearly win the championship, but may not get the highest share of rewards, then I have to "fight for" with my own strength."

After all, the old witch snorted softly, the sharpness of her eyes could hardly be hidden.

In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had already had a plan to rob her after she had heard of Dumbledore's death.

But after arriving here, the strength that she felt from Maca made her immediately dispel most of the preparation in her heart.

However, eliminating most of them does not mean giving up completely. If she fails to win the championship, or if she wins the championship but may not be able to reap the bulk of the benefits, she will restart the original capture plan.

And when she repeatedly found that old Edward's eyes seemed to always look at the unremarkable alchemist, she thought she could no longer be conservative.

Nowadays, she is very old, and the elixir of life refined with the Philosopher's Stone is the best plan for her to continue her life.

She doesn't want to die, not at all!

"Old ancestor, please tell me! How on earth should we do it?"

While the old witch was staring into the distance, the junior member of the clan next to her immediately rubbed his hands, as if he couldn't wait.

After the old witch gets what he wants, the benefits to them will naturally not be small.

With the prestige and power of this "old ancestor" among the major African tribes, once the time comes to compete for the head of the tribe in the future, just a word from the old witch can be worthy of a group of supporters!

In the short conversation between the two, the parting conversation at the school gate was finally over.

They could see that Professor McGonagall had turned his head and walked back, while old Edward was walking a short distance along the horse path with Mrs. Maxim, and then the latter suddenly took out a worn cowboy hat.

"Old ancestors, they are—"

The wizard who didn't know much about the European magic world was somewhat puzzled, but anyway, he could still see that it was a hat.

"Don't remember? We were also sent here by this method at the time," the old witch grasped the skeleton stick tightly, "but we used a wooden barrel at the time."

"what?"

When the old witch said so, the African witch suddenly became anxious.

"Old ancestors, then...I, I will lead the tribe to rush through--wow!"

As he said, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch struck his elbow hard with a skeleton stick, and the pain caused him to drop his arm again.

"Don't move around without my order," the old witch still watched the movement there, without even turning her eyes, "...that Edward Lemay is just a fake, this time The play is for a fool like you!"

Before the words fell, there was a space contraction at the side of the horse road in the distance, and Mrs. Maxim and Edward disappeared there in a blink of an eye.

"The soul of that guy is not consistent with Edward LeMay himself."

After watching the two leave, the old witch just muttered to herself casually while looking towards the dim sunset to the west:

"So, the real LeMay butler...maybe in Hogwarts Castle?"

...

When someone with a bad heart was thinking about the next move, most of the little wizards at Hogwarts were sighing.

The event is over, which means that the weekend also slipped away from the fingers without knowing it, and tomorrow it is time to return to the life-and-death study and life.

Of course, a group of students who have not finished their homework are even more depressed, so that there are several fifth- and seventh-graders waiting to go to the school hospital to get the tranquilizer.

During school, students all look forward to some activities to adjust to a boring life, but after enjoying the activities, they are often upset for their momentary indulgence.

Life is usually made constant progress in regret and awakening, right?

"Of course not!" Hermione pointed to Ron's nose and whispered, "If you can be more diligent, you won't have to complain afterwards!"

Naturally, she couldn't speak as loudly as usual, because they were still in the library at the moment-Mrs. Pince could stare at it!

"Oh, come on!" Ron said helplessly. "Compared to before, I am more diligent than before... It's just that the course of the history of magic is really... well, it really doesn't match my temperament, just read a book I'm sleepy! What can I do..."

"Really, Hermione," Harry nodded earnestly from the side, "I feel so too."

Hermione glared at both of them, then glanced into the depths of the bookshelf opposite the reading table, before closing her mouth and returning her attention to the contents of the book in front of her.

"In short, I won't lend you my essay on the history of magic until the next morning," she said without looking up, "you will die of your heart!"

And the moment she cast her gaze over the bookshelf, Luna, who was standing there looking for a book, seemed to feel her gaze, and then turned her head.

"Little girl, don't hurry up to find it!"

On Luna's shoulder, the bronze little eagle hid in her pale golden head, whispering.

"Master Eagle, I just happened to be waiting for someone, so I promised to help you in order not to be too boring. You little girl actually dare to absent-mindedly!"

"Huh?" Luna turned her head suddenly, her shoulders were so long that she almost wrapped Kitty and threw it off. "Well, I just thought, Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now."

While explaining casually, she continued reading along the bookshelf one by one.From the books on the shelf, she seemed to be looking for some magical theory about the mind.

However, Luna didn't say much, and the Bronze Kitty said a lot.When she was looking for a book, Kitty flopped and stood on her shoulder again, and then continued to mumble softly.

"Speaking of, when will the kid come back! I was so suffocated to wait for the eagle... Well, it’s all because the kid has not taken the initiative to greet the eagle. This made the eagle have to wait in person he……"

"By the way, you have to ask him about the broken mirror last time! I was forced to time travel, so I didn't want to come to the Eagle once earlier... Really the time rule is Can you touch it casually?"

This time, the words it complained only used a very slight volume, and even Luna, who was close by, did not hear a few words clearly.

As time flows away like a stream, you can see from the library window that the sun in the western sky has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.

The dark night, which is doomed to be unstable, is about to come.

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