Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The main color at night is always as black as ink.

The red drapery that remains vivid during the day will be dimmed at night; the gold-rimmed tapestries hanging on the wall will also lose its luster at night.

Only on a clearer night, there will be an extra round of bright moon in the sky, and it will be deserted like a yarn and mist.And at this time, the chaotic blackness will be immersed in a bit of silver light, which will make the darkness of the night slightly lighter.

At this moment, in the dormitory of the Gryffindor Tower, moonlight passed through the grille windows on the outer edge, and the window sills and walls were painted with a layer of cool varnish.

"Harry, all of them are asleep... What's the matter with Hermione? What did you find? Shouldn't you talk about it?"

Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror, looking at Harry sitting on the window sill, a trace of depression clearly appeared on his face.

"Ok."

Harry leaned against the window, staring at the world shrouded in night.Moonlight glided across his face, drawing a hazy outline of his profile.

"Of course, I will tell you..." he said, "but before that, I want to ask you something."

Seeing Harry suddenly become a little mysterious, Ron couldn't help frowning.

"what's up?"

"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry still looked out the window, seemingly casual, "To be precise, it's about you, Maca, and Hermione. As your best friend, I I feel obligated to ask you something--"

Having said that, he suddenly had a meal.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

Ron was taken aback when he heard the words, and his pupils suddenly moved.

"How is it possible!" He felt a bit dry in his throat for a while, which made him unable to help swallowing first, "Didn't I tell you about it a long time ago? Hermione likes Maca... this, all It’s been so long, why do you still ask?"

"Don't say these are useless, Ron."

Harry suddenly turned his face to look at the other person, which could not help but force the latter to subconsciously look away.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" He asked again, "Answer'yes' or'no', isn't it all right? Why explain?"

"I..." Ron pursed his mouth, his heart suddenly became upset, "I was asking you, telling me what you found from Hermione? Stop asking such meaningless questions! "

Although he is very upset, he still pays attention to his surroundings.

The other roommates in the dormitory were sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly.It was just that some of the frustrations in his heart were gradually provoked by Harry's words, and his tone had already increased a lot.

To be honest, he had already buried this matter deep in his heart, and even thought he had almost forgotten it.

however……

"You're just evading the problem," Harry continued leisurely, "Escape can't solve the problem-you see, when I mention it, you immediately show immense upset and anxiety. This is not the same as saying. ..."

"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice. "I didn't!"

"Really?" Harry shook his head slightly when he saw this. "In that case, you answer my question directly like a man-do you still like her? Or don't you like her?"

"you--"

Ron seemed to want to argue or explain something, but Harry suddenly stood up and grabbed his front breast.

"look at me!"

Although Harry's words were not loud, they could even be said to be deliberately light.But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been hit by a magic, as if his soul trembled.

So Ron turned his head involuntarily, staring into the eyes of his best friend in a daze.

"You still like her."

Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and these words popped out of his mouth almost word by word.

"I... still like... her.

"In that case, what do you want to do?"

"Retake her heart from Maca's hands." Ron said slowly.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"Then...what should I do." Ron's eyes filled with confusion.

"Give me your soul and I can help you."

"My soul..." Ron half-folded his eyelids, seemingly suspicious, "How can I... give it to you?"

"Open your heart to me!"

I don't know when, Ron's face was nothing but a daze.

"Open...heart..." he said plainly.

"Yes, exactly."

Harry said, loosening Ron's skirt gently, smoothing out some wrinkles by the way.Then, seeing him touch Ron's eyes casually, the latter suddenly withered to the ground and fainted silently.

"The gap in the human heart will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. On this point, regardless of the past millennium or ten thousand years, it will never change."

When he said this, the corners of "Harry"'s mouth seemed to curl up uncontrollably, and that smile was colder than the moonlight behind him.

...

At this moment, in the common room outside, Hermione was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown.

"Something's wrong..." she whispered alone, "Harry is wrong, and something is wrong with me... Why did I suddenly give up the idea of ​​looking for Maca? Why did Harry prevent me from telling Hagrid the facts?"

In fact, apart from these two points that she cares about most, Hermione has more "wrongs" in her heart.

For example, why did the elves tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what is the use of that unfinished building?Also at the time, why did that little guy take the initiative to cancel his invisibility in front of her, but he was surprisingly calm.

At that time, there were too many questions, which made her too late to think.But now I settled down, and the doubts that caused people's troubles came one after another.

Rather than summing it up into one point, that is-why does an invisible beast bring out so many messy and suspicious things all at once?

"Also, why did Harry say'see you later'? What does he want to say to me?" Hermione pondered and asked secretly, "Or, what did he find?"

After thinking about it, the questions were mixed together, and it became more and more difficult to think.

Just when Hermione wanted to push down all the chaotic thoughts and find another angle to think about it, there was a vague sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' bedroom.

She turned her head, and soon saw the familiar figure.

"Harry, come here, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, is it?" Harry nodded in the shadow of the doorway. "What a coincidence, Hermione, I have something to ask you too!"

"What?" Hermione paused, but then went on, "Anyway, you come here first, don't stand there!"

"Ok."

Harry said as he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down on a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked at Hermione's eyes, the deep gaze that seemed to see through people's heart, "I have a question, I hope you can answer me—"

"What do you think of Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice, "Don't just say it lightly, think about it...Look at the real idea in your mind."

As he said this sentence, his voice seemed to be a little bit more indescribable, and every word was full of magic that immersed people in it.

"...The real idea?" Hermione blinked and repeated hesitantly.

...

At the same time, the office of the Professor of Ancient Magic Course.

Maca sat behind his desk, squinting at the two pieces of paper on the table.One is the rule rune guide originally attached to the "Book of Sin", and the other is the scroll of truth.

After reviewing the stone formation of the horse race in the dragon cave cave, he has been thinking about the situation of the rule rune.

But no matter how he felt, he couldn't understand the mystery.

Although he had realized to some extent, that rune might be a key to solving many problems.But in terms of research, the science of Muggle and the magic of wizards are the same. They emphasize accumulation and gradual progress, and they are not urgent.

In fact, Maca wasn't very anxious until Eun Ravenclaw suddenly jumped out.Even if Haierbo crawled out of the ground, it just made him focus more on improving his strength.

But just because the old Eun's words involved too many things about Rowena, all kinds of inconsistent statements and experiences, Maca, who had always been calm, had to become anxious.

Don't forget, Rowena's trial has come back not long ago!

"This terrible couple..." Maca couldn't help but leaned back on the back of the chair after knocking on the tabletop, rubbing his somewhat sore forehead, "Roina...no, Roina Pull... Are you the "liar" in my mouth in the future? Or the "great witch" everyone praises?"

"Or," he sighed, "actually both?"

For Maca, it is difficult to believe certain things.Especially when it is always connected with one's own life, necessary but excessive caution will often complicate things.

What he didn't know was that when he was trapped by these millennia-year-old problems, some undesirable things had quietly spread to his side.

"call--"

Maca breathed out again, but it was difficult to relieve his inner fatigue.

"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help muttering to himself, "when you were faced with so many messy things, what made you really let go of everything and choose to run?"

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