Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After all, Maca took Hermione and Luna in.

Because when he saw old Bins go back to the classroom through the door panel, he subconsciously reached out to twist the doorknob.But even he didn't expect that... the door would open as soon as this "click"!

Poor old Bins had suffered from the ghost's loss, and it was useless even if he wanted to block Maca from entering.And perhaps because of this, he didn't stop him, but just glared at him badly.

"Oh, I remember that apart from the last time I argued with Professor Bins, I have never seen him show such a full expression!"

As Hermione murmured in surprise behind her, she finally got a look from Old Bins.Even if the look in her eyes doesn't match the "kindness and friendliness" that elders often have, she seems rather happy.

"Sorry, Professor Bins--" Maca quickly apologized, "I actually didn't want to break in without your consent, but the door...I thought it was locked."

Old Bins's translucent white body floated lightly above the ground, and his expression returned to his usual carelessness.But after hearing what Maca said, he still shook his goatee slightly.

"That's just what I asked Minerva to take with me before leaving," he said casually, "Well, since you have already come in, come over..."

After all, Old Bins drifted smoothly towards the middle of the classroom.

Perhaps it was the reason why the attention just now was attracted by Professor Bins’s rare expression. Hermione realized only then that the desks in this classroom had been piled up all around, leaving a large space in the middle. space.

Speaking of it, it seems that the classroom for the history of magic has not changed for many years.The tables and chairs are placed where they should be. For dozens or even hundreds of years, there are many depressions and signs of wear on the hard slate floor.

These details were not very noticeable in the past, but when the desks and chairs in the classroom were all removed today, I discovered that this normally seemingly inconspicuous classroom has traces of such astonishing years.

Maca, Hermione and Luna followed the old Bins to the center. They quickly saw the only desk in the middle, and the desk was covered with a large black Opaque flannel.

Looking at the outline of the cloth, there should be something on the table below.

"McLean, go over there and help me open all the cabinets."

In fact, it seems that there are not many people who can support Maca, and Professor Bins is one of the few people.

Hearing the words, Maca walked towards the end of the classroom without hesitation-the cabinet door could be opened easily with a wave of his hand, but he didn't mean to use magic.

It can be seen that even if the old Bins did not disclose any facts about the conflicts between the founders of Hogwarts, he completely denied any unknown disasters and hidden dangers left in Hogwarts.But for this ghost professor who has stayed at Hogwarts since the establishment of Hogwarts, Maca still has great respect.

And when he personally went to the back wall of the classroom to open the whole row of cabinets, he was immediately surprised by the things stored inside.

It can be seen that those cabinets have many layers of partitions, and each layer is neatly arranged with many small bottles.

The specifications of the bottles are exactly the same, and the bottles are also affixed with small yellow labels, and even the contents inside are almost the same-it is a white flocculent.

Seeing Maca here, he immediately understood that the desk in the middle of the classroom was probably the meditation basin that had always been stored in the principal's room.

As for the floccules in the large number of small bottles in the cabinet, it should be a memory of different kinds.

"Professor Bins..." Maca was startled, and suddenly turned her head back and said in surprise, "Could it be...is this all your collected memories?"

"Well," Old Bins nodded casually, "but that's just some old things of little value...Even if the memory is materialized, it will eventually dissipate, and it will always be too subjective. And subjective things It is one-sided and can only be used as a historical reference..."

Maca's surprise quickly attracted Hermione and Luna, who went to the back of the classroom one after another and looked curiously into the cabinet.

Beside them, Maca suddenly reached out and took out one of the bottles, carefully identifying the label on it.

"Sure enough, it's Bolbus... Is this the memory of the first Hogwarts professor of magic text?" He was surprised, "Well... 1051? The last giant hunt in history?"

"Yes, in December of that year, Bolbos went to Greece to look for local magicians, but was affected by the hunt... He almost couldn't come back then."

Based on the situation at the time, old Bins opened his mouth and came, showing that he knew everything about these stories.But for such a thrilling personal story, he almost never tells it in class.

Obviously, based on the old Binns' insistence on "historical facts", this kind of extremely one-sided short story will never be allowed to appear in the heads of students who have not yet laid a solid foundation.

"...Since you chose that one, take it! Help me to open this cloth."

Machaiyan went back to the old Bins, and by the way, he greeted Hermione and Luna who were still looking at the tags to go over.When he pulled away the black cloth on the table, a stream of silver light immediately rippled in this classroom.

Suddenly, even this classroom was a little more mysterious.

Needless to say, Old Binsto, he skillfully pulled the cork off the bottle, and then poured the white cotton inside into the hazy meditation basin.

After the flocculation quickly dissipated in it, as the faint fluctuations of magic power that only Maca could sense suddenly flashed past, he seemed to smell the vicissitudes of life as if there was nothing.

It may be that the age of this memory is really quite long, which makes him have a little psychological illusion.

"Remember, what you see here is a person's memory, and memory is subjective. Therefore, what you see in a while may be'real', but it must not be called'history'."

Old Bins emphasized it "forcefully", and then waved his hand, indicating that Maca and the others could do it by themselves.Perhaps because Maca's movements are so proficient, Old Bins even skipped the step of explaining the usage of the penis.

"Okay, we will only watch it as a personal adventure..."

Seeing Maca and the others forming a circle around the table, each put his face into the penis basin, old Bins suddenly looked into the cabinet behind with a complicated expression.

In fact, these well-preserved memories are all personal collections of old Binns.Long before being invited by Gryffindor and the others to join Hogwarts education, his collection was already amazing.

It can be said that some of these memory bottles are already invaluable at that time, especially a few memory fragments about the remains of ancient wizard civilization.

And his collecting habit, in fact, continues to this day.The habit of organizing memories like Dumbledore’s life, actually came from old Binns.

However, for the old Bins himself, the value of these memories lies only in historical reference and research... Of course, maybe there are some feelings of memory of the deceased in it?

"...How did Bolbus die?" He thought about it suddenly, and then smiled with a rare smile, "Oh, choked to death by eating hazelnuts."

...

On the other hand, just as the old Bins was slowly immersed in the memories of the past, Maca and the others had already entered that ancient memory.

As the silver light circulated in the field of vision, a fat figure suddenly appeared at first, and then a large expanse of streamer spread out and turned into the whole memory world.

It was a mountain road, and the fat wizard on the road was slowly walking forward.

His steps are very small, and his head is always down, staring at a rubbing of the inscription along the way.When Maca noticed, he immediately leaned over and took a look-it should belong to a variant branch of ancient Greek.

But beside Maca, Hermione seemed hesitant.

"Maca, is this... in the memory of the'Boerbos' you just mentioned?" She looked at the fat wizard carefully, "He... can't see us?"

"Yes," Maca, who was leaning against the fat wizard, turned her head, "We are just'bystanders' here, we can't interfere with anything-remember the audiovisual performance of Lockhart back then? This is the thing..."

As he said, he raised his hand and waved at the fat wizard, his arm penetrated completely.

"Well, just treat us as Professor Bins! And it's still the kind that no one else can see."

"Oh, that sounds interesting!" Luna said abruptly.

Her heart is bigger than Hermione.Seeing Maca's arms piercing through the fat wizard, she immediately went over and put her hand into the opponent's head, and then even put her head into the opponent's body.

After a while, she finally took two steps slowly, then raised her head and whispered pretentiously:

"Maca, Hermione, I have to tell you--it turns out that the human body is dark and you can't see anything!"

Maca and Hermione couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both couldn't help laughing.But Luna still pulled Maca's sleeves solemnly, and said stubbornly: "What I said is true! If you don't believe me, look at it yourself!

But when the three of them were talking and laughing with the fat wizard Bolbos, and gradually came to a village near, suddenly a few sharp arrows drew an arc from the air and fell towards them.

"Duh-duh."

The three arrows plunged dangerously into the dirt road in front of the fat wizard, deep into the ground.Looking at the arrow's tail trembling constantly, it is obvious that its strength is quite amazing.

"what happened?"

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