Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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A string of dragging footsteps reverberated in Hogwarts Castle. It started from the foyer and went up the stairs to the eighth floor.

And when the sound of footsteps wandered at the door of the Gryffindor common room for a while, it turned a corner and followed the corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room at the other end.

After waiting for the sound of footsteps, the owner turned there again, and listened to its direction to change again, and went straight to the first floor along the spiral staircase near the corner.

Obviously, it was Filch, the school janitor, who was dragging around in Hogwarts late at night.

Tonight, after patrolling the ground part of the castle regularly, he was ready to return to the stairway behind the entrance hall and sit there to take a nap.

But who knows, when he hurried slowly back to the hall, he happened to see a figure inside cautiously running towards the stairs.

Filch, who had long been accustomed to night tours of students, reacted quickly. He almost reflexively realized that it was a student who sneaked out in the middle of the night.And faster than him, it was the thin cat named Mrs. Loris he raised.

Before Filch was about to shout loudly, Mrs. Loris, who had been following his feet, rushed out, looking unusually quick.

But Filch's yelling was only after his cat rushed out...

okay!In fact, he still couldn't shout out, because at the moment he wanted to open his mouth, he was shocked to find that his mouth and tongue were stuck firmly at some point.

Immediately afterwards, Filch felt an extra hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be nervous! It's me, McLean."

Suddenly, a voice rang softly from behind him, not very loud, but in this quiet night, it burrowed into his ears.

"Don't say anything, that student can just leave it to me... Oh, the tongue and throat curse will be automatically lifted soon, you continue to patrol!"

Before he finished his words, Filch pursed his mouth, looked at the figure coming out from behind him, and didn't look at himself again. He quickly threw it toward the stairs and disappeared.

"Ok!"

Filch snorted vigorously, but because his entire tongue was stuck to his upper jaw, he couldn't even make a loud snoring.

When he thought that it was Maca McLean that he was talking to just now, he soon had to complain a few words in his heart and let it go-no way, who made it be Maca McLean?.

...

At the same time, Maca on the other side swept past the stairs to the basement, and in a blink of an eye he caught up with the thin cat who had taken the first step.

At this moment, he could see that the figure in the hall was actually close at hand.

"Miss Parkinson, good evening?"

However, Maca's voice did not stop the other party - she didn't even turn her head back, but ran a little faster than before.

Seeing her swiftly passing the tapestry in front of her, she kept walking and had already reached the wall behind the Slytherin common room.

But just as she spoke out the password tonight, the armor that had been standing quietly on both sides of the wall suddenly moved, crossing the axe and spear in her hand and blocking the doorway that gradually emerged.

The next moment, Mrs. Loris of Filch caught up with the figure first, and shouted at the base of the wall like a demonstration.

"Miss Parkinson," Maca then stood still behind him, and went on in time, "I called your name, why should I keep running? You know, whether you return to the dormitory or not, the result is It's all the same."

Probably the other party was always in a very nervous state just now, so he didn't think of this at all, let alone being able to identify the person behind him.

At this moment, she turned around and realized that under the dim light of the torch, the outline that was not tall turned out to be Maca.

"Mak, McLean...Professor?"

"Oh, yes, that's right!" Maca nodded calmly while looking at the girl who was as old as herself. "Although I am still in a state of resignation, it is not wrong for you to call me that."

It can be seen that the girl standing in front of him at this time is the Slytherin girl who has a crush on Draco Malfoy-Pansy Parkinson.

I saw Miss Parkinson grabbing the hem of the robe, lowering her head for a while, and then suddenly whistling softly:

"I'm sorry, Professor McLean."

"Oh?" Maca seemed to say with interest, "Why do you want to apologize to me?"

Parkinson heard the words, but he held his mouth for a while, then said:

"Yes, it's because... I didn't sleep well at night, so I sneaked out."

Maca immediately nodded and continued to ask:

"So... Miss Parkinson, where did you go so late?"

Regarding Maca’s question, Parkinson’s silence was obviously longer, to the extent that even people who didn’t know it would be hesitant.

Then, she hesitated and said:

"I went to the Astronomical Tower... Look at the stars, you know, two meteors are very beautiful recently.

"Oh, uh..."

Hearing what she said, Maca then shook her head, then turned to look down at her feet.

"Mrs. Loris, you can go back now-Filch is waiting for you!"

As he said, he pointed his finger in the direction of the stairs at the other end of the corridor and motioned the smart thin cat to return to her owner.

Mrs. Lorice quickly understood what Maca meant, and saw that she blinked those faintly fluorescent eyes, and disappeared in the shadow when she turned around.

After the cat was pulled away, Maca glanced at Parkinson again-maybe she has a deep understanding of the situation now, knowing that she will never escape Maca's palm, so she Looks very honest and well-behaved for a while.

And after looking at her like this, Maca casually called on her hands:

"Come with me! I think we should talk."

After all, Maca didn't care about other things-he didn't even worry that the other party would run away, but turned around and took the lead along the slightly groggy corridor.

When Parkinson saw him, he only hesitated for a moment, and in a blink of an eye he followed obediently.

"Professor McLean, you... will you punish me?"

Maca's pace was not fast. After the two of them walked a short distance, he suddenly heard Parkinson behind him asking like this with some worry.

Thinking about it for a moment, Maca walked without looking back and said:

"Of course not! As I just said, I am currently resigning... Moreover, even if I am still employed, the punishment for you should be determined by the dean of your college, Professor Snape."

"Then... are you taking me to his office?"

"...Ah, yes."

...

In fact, Maca originally planned to choose a classroom at random. After all, he just wanted to "discuss" some issues with Pansy Parkinson.

Moreover, those "problems" have to be said to be quite serious things, and they are not suitable for more people to know at the moment.

But when Parkinson asked if he was going to Snape’s office, Maca knew that she had said so out of some temptation, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that actually going to Snape’s Not bad.

So not long after, he took Miss Parkinson, who was walking behind him, to the potions professor's office also located in the underground corridor.

Of course, since Slughorn didn't exchange offices at the beginning, it has automatically become the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office following Snape's change of position.

After Maca reached out and knocked on the office door, Snape didn't let them wait long outside, and soon there was a familiar impatience response from inside.

"Who?"

"Professor Snape, it's me—McLean!" Maca said, "Oh, and the sixth grader from Slytherin College, Miss Pansy Parkinson is also here."

"Ok?"

I heard Snape snorting slightly in confusion, but in the next second, the door of the office automatically opened a gap.

"Come in."

As soon as he pushed the door in, Maca immediately saw Snape who was standing near his desk.However, he saw that the clothes on his body were neatly dressed, even the belts of his robe were well tied, which made people suspect that he was not sleeping at all.

However, his hair was messier than usual, but after all he exposed the fact that he was actually only getting up from the bed temporarily.

"Sorry, Professor! Maybe I interrupted your rest so late..."

Although Maca was already considered Snape's colleague, his name for these professors had never changed.It can be seen that in his heart, these people have always been professors worthy of his respect.

"Huh, just talk about it!" Snape rolled his chin and looked at Parkinson behind Maca. "Miss Parkinson violated the school rules and you got caught?"

This time, before Maca spoke, he heard Parkinson take the initiative:

"Sorry! Professor Snape—I shouldn't have run around at night, I know I was wrong."

However, this time Maca didn't talk to her casually anymore.As soon as he waved his backhand, the office door suddenly closed with a "bang", leaving a curse to prevent others from opening it.

Then, he was as expressionless as Snape in an instant, just said indifferently:

"Professor, it's a pity! Miss Parkinson violated more than school rules this time... I think she might be escorted to Wizengamore for trial soon, and she will be given a room in Azkaban. A cell where the new straw can make a bed."

Maca's slightly anachronistic humor is in sharp contrast with what he said.Miss Parkinson is not at all interesting at this moment.

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