Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Oh, children, how are you. I’m Elder Walper, a writer. As you may know, my last work has received a lot of attention... In fact, it’s called "Blood Brothers: I "Life among Vampires" is a story about vampires written from my own perspective..."

Regarding the "maybe you know" that the other party said, Harry just wanted to reply "I don't know" now.Of course, the sophistication brought to him by his age also made him understand that being so straightforward is always bad.

However, the little Mr. Walper pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose.His face was still tired, but his spirit was rather good. He just continued to speak without stopping.

"...Yes, in fact, the main thing in the book is Blood Ni, and he is the protagonist of my work. I only intend to write something more everyday, but who knows Blood Ni’s life is quite interesting, I A lot of thought-provoking points were unearthed from his plainness..."

As he was talking, Walper turned his head, and was about to introduce his good friend, the vampire blood nymph, but saw that the guy with dark circles had been attracted by a group of female students.

"Blood Ni, don't move!"

Seeing the light of hunger in the vampire's eyes, he was about to stand up, and Walper immediately reached out and grabbed him.

"Don't you want to apply to join the Vampire Tolerance Association? Then bear with it, otherwise I can't recommend it for you..."

He whispered, seeing a house elf passing by holding a silver tray, he took a piece of fire crab snail meat burrito from inside and stuffed it into Xuenyi's hand.

"Yes, let's eat a burrito to cushion your hunger."

When Slughorn, who was standing on the side, looked eagerly to the bloody side, Walper turned his head back again and continued to Hermione and the others:

"Where did you go? Oh, forget it, actually I have one more question... Professor Slughorn said, you know that Mr. MacLean very well?"

As this was a question, Walper's chatter finally stopped, which made Harry secretly relieved.He didn't expect that he would actually have a day tired of listening to people.

"Yes, we and Maca are both friends..."

But when Hermione heard it, she immediately interrupted him.

"Ah, I don't think you can actually say that--" she interrupted. "Professor McLean's experience, you must know Mr. Walper, so you are interested in him. But I believe you can also understand. How can ordinary people like him leave too many traces in a life as wonderful as him?"

"So, it's a pity... We used to be classmates before, but now we have a teacher-student relationship with him. Other than that..."

Hermione didn't finish her words, but she also said everything that should be said.Obviously, she has never had a very good impression of these guys holding pens, and sometimes it is better to keep as good a distance as possible.

"Oh, is that so?" Wupperton sighed lightly. "Actually, I want to write an autobiography so far for Mr. McLean... an excellent young wizard like him, three stages in his life. It’s not an exaggeration to fax it."

Halfway through the conversation, he shook his head regretfully.

"At the moment, the two generations of the Dark Lord have fallen in his hands. This is the best time to record the first stage of his life! The qualifications for writing the latter two films are definitely not good for writers like me. Those who can't get it will be the first one..."

At this moment, Slughorn, who had just been observing the vampire's interest in burrito, suddenly leaned in and patted Walper on the shoulder with his hand.

"Don't worry! McLean responded to me this time, and he will be there in a while... At that time, you can go and talk to him face to face!" The fat old man said happily, "As long as you tell the truth like just now, In addition, I will help you to say two good things, I think he might still give this opportunity to you!"

Even Slughorn, who wants to exaggerate everything,

"Okay, don't talk about this anyway, wait until McLean comes!"

With a big wave of his hand, the old man pressed the topic temporarily without mentioning it, and then put his hand into the pocket inside the robe.

"Walper, and Mr. Bloodney-has the effect passed? Is it starting to feel sleepy?"

As he spoke, he took out his hand, then took out a dark potion bottle the size of a palm, and then looked at them two expectantly.

"Oh, yes," Vople rubbed his eyes and yawned. "I didn't think it just now, but now I am a little tired of being told by you..."

The Mr. Vampire sitting not far away heard the words and nodded his head, then put the last bite of the burrito dough into his mouth and chewed absently.

"is it?"

Upon seeing this, Slughorn took out another pocket watch from his chest, and the cover opened with a sharp response.

"Well, fifteen minutes... almost as expected."

After that, he pulled out the cork of the potion bottle, poured out some irregularly granular white powder from it, and passed it to Walpur.

"Want to have something more?"

"of course!"

Walpur immediately swept the crushed particles into his palms, then raised his head and patted them all into his mouth.

It will only take three or four seconds!

His eyes suddenly widened, and the tiredness on his face disappeared. The slightly ruddy appearance of his cheeks made people intuitively feel what is called "excellence".

"Huh--" Vople said with great spirit, "This feeling is really great! As expected of Professor Slughorn, this effect can be said to be many times stronger than any refreshing agent, and it is also Let the human body experience an unprecedented sense of happiness!"

Slughorn's fat old man gave Walpur first, and then gave the vampire bloody a little too.When he turned to Harry and the others...

"Would you like to try it too? I can guarantee that it will make you have more fun at this dance party."

However, just as Harry and the others showed hesitation, the moment Slughorn was eager to try again, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Let me see."

Everyone was taken aback, and then they turned around and looked over.

"Maca?"

They saw that Maca, who suddenly emerged from everyone's side, didn't speak, but just put the potion bottle under the nose and sniffed it gently.

"Professor Slughorn, don't you tell me... is this your good idea?"

"Uh, right? What's wrong?"

Slughorn looked at Maca and asked in a rather puzzled way.

Maca squeezed the medicine bottle in his hand and waved helplessly:

"Um... Professor Slughorn, let's talk about it from another place!"

So, among the inexplicable faces of Harry and the others, Maca and the old man walked to the other corner together.Immediately afterwards, Maca raised his hand and shook the potion bottle in his hand, with a trace of puzzlement in his expression.

"Professor, isn't this sleeping grass on the market long gone? Where did you get it?"

Maca remembers that this kind of magical plant he had learned in some documents hundreds of years ago was said to be able to take away the sleep of others and accumulate it.

But Maca still remembers that this thing was originally very rare and not of much use.Therefore, no wizard has ever thought about planting and training in the past, and no one has ever seen it before unconsciously.

"This was given to me by a student of mine. She works in an Irish herbal plantation base... In fact, I mentioned in my reply that the child..."

Speaking of this, he naturally scratched Slughorn's itch again.When he talked about the process of obtaining sleepweed, he still seemed faintly proud.

"Oh, is it?"

Maca was also a little helpless about this old man's point, but he quickly ignored the slight ostentation in the other party's words, and corrected Slughorn when he was about to make a mischievous topic.

"But I think you should understand that the effect of this thing is only to save sleep? Do you want everyone to fall asleep afterwards?"

"Oh, don't you hide your flaws!" Slughorn waved his hand, "Tomorrow there is a full day's rest! Isn't it good to change the time to today? Not to mention, I still added more... …"

"Chef flower juice can make people happy," Maca immediately grabbed the conversation, "I'm just about to say this! Because I have used it to make some things before, so I don't think it can be used frequently. ...It makes the user less and less sensitive to happy things."

Finally, he shook his hand directly:

"In short, you should change your mind individually-when there are other guests, you use this thing, I am worried that they will come together to protest our poisoning together!"

Just after Maca finished speaking, even the voice hadn't even landed yet, but he heard a small riot suddenly sounded behind him.

"You...yes! It's you...your life will be shrouded in doom, and the danger is constantly trying to get you close..."

He and Slughorn turned their heads together, and soon found the source of the commotion in everyone's sights-it turned out that Professor Trelawney was doing prophecy.

Listening to the voice of the divination professor, Maca knew that the woman was fooling around again.After all, he had seen Trelawney's true prophecy with his own eyes, and the voice that looked like a male or a female, but not a male or a female was quite unique.

"Professor Slughorn," he sighed as he watched an alien sorceress frightened by the weird prediction, "I think... your prom is really'lively'. ."

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