Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? Hermione finally failed to talk to the mysterious windbreaker for too long.

Maybe it's because the other person doesn't want to say more, or because the two of them don't have a common language to establish a dialogue.Until the end of the lunch time, Hermione could no longer find some useful words from the simple, fragmented response of the windbreaker wizard.

Except for the first sentence, the shake that the other party exposed when mentioning Maca.

Half an hour after lunch, Maca sat on the high stands of Quidditch Stadium, watching Hermione doing flight exercises on the court, and enjoying the moment of tranquility brought about by the warm equinox.

Of course, the windbreaker wizard who had become accustomed to following him also took a seat behind him at this moment.

"call--"

Looking at the figure of Hermione passing by the stands at high speed, Maca couldn't help laughing.The more at this time, the more he hopes that such a day can last forever.

Unfortunately, some people may not agree with his ideas.

"...Do you like this season?"

Suddenly, Maca asked casually, and what he asked was naturally the "new friend" sitting at the back, staring at the back of his head.

However, he soon heard the answer from the other party-although it might be slightly different from what he expected.

"I do not know."

"Really?" Maca nodded, "At least I like it very much... I have liked early spring since before, especially in the sunny morning. I would sit on the roof outside the window, looking at the sea and the sea breeze. Where the sky meets... that makes me forget many unpleasant things."

"As for the sea, I don't hate it."

When talking about the way, he suddenly heard the windbreaker wizard behind him also interrupt.

Although he was interrupted by the following words, Maca didn't take it seriously. Instead, he let go of some memories in his heart, and said with a little curiosity:

"In that case, when you were on the island before, why didn't you see you go to the beach?"

Hearing this, the other party seemed to be silent for a while, and then said after a few seconds:

"Maybe it's because I've seen enough for a long time? And, I just don't hate it, I can't talk about how much I like it."

Naturally, Maca couldn't understand such endless words, but this would not prevent him from being an ordinary listener.

After all, sometimes the so-called audience does not need to know too much, as long as he is responsible for listening is enough.

Before long, when the two were talking aimlessly, Hermione practiced a few back and forth on the court and swiftly turned and stopped gently above the stands.

"Rest awhile?"

Maca raised her head slightly, her eyes squinted to block the somewhat dazzling noon sun.

Hermione, who was straddling a flying broomstick, shook her head after hearing this.

"No... I just want to ask, when will the outside affairs come to an end?"

When she heard her question, Maca couldn't help but smile slightly.Asking this kind of question that knows that there is no answer is not the style that Miss Granger has always been-it is suspicion that there is no way to talk.

"Resolve it as quickly as possible!" he said, and suddenly turned to him, "Hermione, do you need me to practice with you for a while? I think you know for sure that Quidditch is a team sport, even for seekers. It also requires cooperation."

If it were placed before, Maca offered to be a sparring partner, which might be something Hermione couldn't ask for.Even though she didn't like Quidditch very much at the time, she would have lifted the broom and flew into the sky with Maca.

But today, Hermione unexpectedly shook her head again, the expression on her face even had a hint of determination.

"No, no more."

Then, Maca saw that she seemed to be hiding something, pulled up the broomstick, turned back and flew high, and soon only a small figure was left behind.

"That's Miss Granger, isn't it?" the windbreaker wizard behind said.

Maca was taken aback for a while, and then he said to himself:

"In fact, everyone's heart is complicated, and there are things they can't tell others. Especially when their goals and hesitation are entangled together."

"Wandering can be eliminated? Maybe, if you go, she will say it."

"Well, maybe so."

For those words behind him, Maca unexpectedly affirmed.

"But," he said again, "although this is probably just my'arrogance', but I still have to say-Hermione Granger is a strong girl, no one has the right to restrain her, even if it is Using caring as an excuse is no good."

At this point, he paused slightly.

"Of course, proper care is also necessary. After all, everyone will be tired. At first, it was she and another girl who told me this."

Thinking of the "three-face meeting" in the Hogwarts Library at that time, Maca felt a headache.

After hearing what Maca had said, the windbreaker wizard sitting behind couldn't help but pursed his mouth secretly.

"'No one has the right to restrain her'...?"

After being speechless for a long time, the other party looked at his silhouette and thought silently:

"...It is his respect for others that allows me to sit here safely without worrying about revealing my identity!"

Maca is definitely not a "good person" that people often say, because even to that despicable Helbo, he never felt that what the other party did was wrong;

But he is definitely not a wicked person, after all, even when dealing with a stubborn girl, he always holds a respectful heart.

"What an awkward guy."

...

When Maca and the windbreaker wizard left, Hermione still came to send them.

But at a certain moment when he stepped on the lawn of the vestibule to the entrance of the school, Maca turned his head suddenly, and at a glance saw the faint golden color far above the astronomy tower.

Under the shining of the sun, a scorching light was reflected...

A few days later, Maca returned to school again, but this time he was no longer just two people.

On the same day, he, old Victor, and the old bishop, and a big guy wrapped in a huge canvas came to the hillside near the school gate.Of course, the windbreaker wizard still followed him quietly, doing nothing and saying nothing.

After Maca waved his staff and put down the tall object close to a house on the hillside grass, the Muggle hand sent by the old bishop asked the Queen of England to arrive here by a transport helicopter.

It seems that Maca really took a lot of pains to deal with the big rock that was about to fall.

This time, temporarily returning to Hogwarts Castle is a meaningful thing for Maca.The only regret is that he can't go back to the original office. Right now, he can only live in the guest room in the Vice Fort with a few people in the same group.

As for the Muggles outside, although I felt a little sorry, I had to feel wronged by them for putting up a tent and drilling a sleeping bag.

"At least it won't be too cold these days and nights."

After dinner that day, Maca finally reunited with his "old classmates", and they simply sat together at the long table in the auditorium.

Right now, he and Ron were playing the wizard's chess game invented by him.

"Fire Dragon, H3 enters H7-Ron, don't just plan to gather the main force to attack the castle, the overall situation is more important than the local."

"Giant, D9 moves forward four squares!" Ron pointed to the chessboard, and then said, "Hey, Maca, I won't be fooled by you... You think the power in me is too strong, for fear that I will directly break through your defense Right?"

"Really?" Maca glanced at him secretly, "I will use facts to tell you today that the power of a wizard can also be very great-wizard, G20 to H20!"

"What? Do you want to use a wizard to break my castle?" Ron said loudly, "How is this possible? Did you forget that it takes three rounds for a wizard to attack?"

After hearing this, Maca smiled triumphantly.

"You don't need to play this game anymore," he said. "You count yourself. Within three rounds, how many non-combat chess pieces can you return to the gate of the castle?"

"Uh……"

While Ron kept counting his steps, the little wizards around UU reading www.uukanshu.com burst into laughter unconsciously.

"Alright, alright," Maca waved his hand, "This is your most promising game, but unfortunately, the three-game losing streak has been decided-all go back to do your homework!"

Anyway, he was a professor not long ago, and he didn't let the big guys get together for too long.After driving everyone in the auditorium back to the common room, he turned around again and went outside the auditorium's gate.

Because there were Luna and Hermione among the people who hadn't come to the auditorium just now to gather a crowd.

Maca learned from Charlotte that Luna and Hermione generally practice Quidditch every day, one long and one short.

If Hermione is before class in the afternoon, Luna will be after school in the afternoon, and then the two will go to occupy the entire venue together after dinner and homework.

Not long after, Maca walked outside the Quidditch stadium with stars in the sky, and then he saw two figures chasing each other high in the sky.

Under the night, it is not very clear. Only when the moon sticks out from behind the clouds, can the outline of the two in rapid flight be seen more clearly.

"Don't you go up and fly for a while?"

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice not far from him.This time it wasn't the windbreaker wizard who had been running around with him these days, but Charlotte who would come quietly to admire Quidditch practice.

"Forget it!" Maca said without looking back, as if he had known her arrival a long time ago, "I think they may not want me to disturb now!"

However, how long can such days last?

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