Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Maca never expected that his inadvertent sentence could change the course of history. This was something he should have thought of but could not predict.

Neville was not injured because of him; Malfoy did not pick up the memory ball because of him; Harry was also discovered by Professor McGonagall as a Quidditch Seeker because he did not compete with Malfoy on a broomstick.

In the eyes of others, everything is normal, and even Harry, the person involved, will not have any sense of disobedience.

But Maca is not. He doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. It can only be said that the world he lives in is a real world that can be seen and touched-he has already understood this truth when he lived in Plymouth. But until just now, he didn't really realize what it meant!

Should he maintain the world in his memory; or should he abandon the past and use his body to touch and feel it?

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help shaking his head.

Perhaps, from the moment he was here, he shouldn't have to think about these annoying things. The butterfly's wings are always inadvertently and instinctively swung down, and it can never predict the consequences of this slight change in airflow. Instead of worrying about these uncontrollable things, it is better to calmly face the unknown future.

Maca never thought of himself as a great person, maybe there would be some small achievements, but that was all.

Enjoying life is the right thing! Maca sighed.

That sounds like a grandpa's argument. Hagrid also came over - he was also watching the game from Gryffindor.

Yeah! Maca always likes to say things that old men like to say. Ron also laughed.

This is wisdom! You don't understand! Hermione has been admiring Maca since she was saved by Maca from the troll's stick.

That's wisdom! You don't understand! Ron said to Harry, imitating Hermione's tone, and Harry laughed out loud.

Humph!

Embarrassed and angry, Hermione looked away from Ron. But Maca was walking beside her, Hermione turned her head and met Maca's eyes.

... Hermione froze for a moment, then blushed slightly and turned her head away.

After the troll incident, Hermione's relationship with the two of them was less tense, which seemed to be because Harry and Ron were the first to rush to the bathroom. Maca is not clear about the specific details, but it is a good result that the trio of Lions can continue to be friendly.

After a while, they and Hagrid returned to the hunting lodge by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where the master was making a cup of strong tea for them. Maca came here this time, obviously wanting to continue his potion preparation practice with Hagrid for a while-he has been here several times.

It was Snape, Ron was explaining to everyone. Harry ran into Snape at Filch's, and he badly hurt one of his legs.

Snape was injured? Hagrid asked curiously, What did he do?

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Maca exchanged glances, not knowing what to tell him, and finally Harry decided to tell the truth.

I found out something about him, he said to Hagrid. On Halloween, he tried to get past the big three-headed dog. It bit him! We think he was trying to steal what the big dog was guarding.

Hagrid put down the teapot heavily upon hearing this.

How do you know Lu Wei with three heads? He asked seriously.

Flush with three heads? said Harry.

It's the three-headed dog we saw.

Yeah! It's mine, bought it from a Greek guy I met at the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to watch over—

What? Harry asked eagerly.

Come on, don't ask any more, said Hagrid roughly,

That's Secret No. 1, understand?

But Snape wanted to steal it!

Nonsense, said Hagrid again, Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, and he would never do something like that.

But why would he be...yes, Lu Wei—will be bitten by it? Harry said loudly, I heard him say so himself!

I tell you, you're wrong! said Hagrid petulantly. Listen to me, all three of you! It's dangerous that you're meddling in things that don't concern you. Forget the big dog , forget what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas—

Aha! said Harry, so there's a guy named Nicole Flamel involved, isn't there?

Maca gave Hagrid a helpless look. He was only involved in one aspect of the whole thing, but he almost understood the whole situation.

And Hagrid was standing there furious - angry with himself.

Let's cancel the original plan first, Hagrid is getting angry right now, he doesn't think it's a good choice to stay and make potions now.

...

Time passed and the years flew by. Although Hogwarts hadn't snowed yet, the weather was already very cold.

One thing I have to mention is that with Maca's unremitting efforts, he has successfully developed a new type of invisibility potion. Not to mention the long hours of practical practice, even the formula of the potion has been changed again and again, and the hardships involved are really hard to explain.

But luckily, anyway, it's finally done.

That night, Maca drank the potion, and then plunged into the restricted section of the library. He can't wait for those dangerous and mysterious black magic!

Before, he had learned about and even learned part of the spells related to black magic through the magic books ordered at the Lihen Bookstore, but those were all things that had been screened by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts professors. If you want to truly understand the essential difference between black magic and white magic, you still have to take a look in the restricted area.

Uh-

The first book Maca opened had unusual black magic features. As the reader turns it, a frightening face will protrude from its pages, uttering a shriek that shakes the soul.

He hastily tapped with his wand to smooth out the magic fluctuations in it, and the face calmed down, restoring the original appearance of the book.

This cry seems to be a cry from the soul, not an actual physical sound wave. Maca frowned and thought about it, and then turned to the title page of the book.

The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin. - Ragnar Bastos

He saw that under the word weight, a few other small numbers and letters were written - 0.675oc m.

The ancient ounce unit? Maca had some guesses, Is this the weight of the soul? How did you measure it?

He quickly browsed the catalog and found that this was a book on the in-depth study of soul magic. Although it was full of theoretical research without any practical application records, it was undoubtedly a very typical black magic book.

After reading it for a while, Maca found that something was wrong—there was still a subtle magical fluctuation in the book, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't until he closed the book that the uncomfortable fluctuations disappeared decisively.

After that, he read several books in a row, all of which were about in-depth exploration of various dangerous and mysterious magic knowledge. Some of them are quite resistant to being opened, struggling to close themselves again.

The more you try to touch the black magic knowledge of the essence of magic, the more it is closely related to human personality. What does this mean? Maca left the restricted area and sat down by the window of the library, relaxing because of all kinds of dangerous black magic. Nerves that continue to be tense due to magic.

Filch seemed to come over to inspect it because of the movement just now, but Maca didn't even look at him, and just took a step to the side when he passed by, so as not to be hit by him directly.

On the contrary, Mrs. Norris looked suspiciously at Maca who was hiding, but found nothing.

In Maca's view, the contents of those banned books are all torturing the personality and heart of the readers. Some books are even directly cast with such magic, which makes readers feel the questioning from the depths of their souls.

No, some of the books in it are not something I can read casually at the moment. Maca wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and dragged his tired body back to the dormitory to sleep. He needed to relax Give your head a break.

A few days later, Maca, who had prepared half a dozen new invisibility potions, put small waterproof labels on the bottles of those potions, and the labels clearly stated the new names given to them by Maca. ——Xianyin potion.

It looks pretty good, but in fact, he just reorganized the words fairy and invisibility, and his lazy nature is undoubtedly revealed.

Then, he sneaked to the site of the Whomping Willow outside the Forbidden Forest.

Since some time ago, at the request of Maca, Professor Sprout of the herbal medicine class often took him to take care of this strange plant that likes to smoke people.

Professor Sprout is Head of Hufflepuff. She is a rather benevolent and optimistic person, and always shows an unabashed preference for the students of her house.

Maca, who has outstanding grades, has definitely become her favorite student. Regarding Maca's request, Professor Sprout has no record of refusing to provide help so far!

It even includes the permission to borrow part of the second greenhouse applied by Maca; and take care of the Whomping Willow with her, which prohibits other students from approaching.

Of course, part of the reason for this was curiosity about this plant, but Maca was mainly interested in the secret passage leading to Hogsmeade under its tree roots.

At this time, standing in a place out of the reach of the Whomping Willow, Maca didn't try to rush in to find the so-called scar that could calm it down. There were so many scars on the trunk, he didn't know which one it was, and he wasn't interested in trying one by one.

He took out a small metal whistle, put it on his mouth and blew lightly, the silent sound waves went straight to the Whomping Willow, and it immediately trembled and remained still.

It still looks pretty, a piece of greenery, Maca said while looking at it, if it doesn't move around casually.