Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When he came to the principal's office again, Maca looked at the smiling Dumbledore and felt his scalp tingle.

Occlumency is difficult to practice, and his progress in this thing can only be said to be mediocre so far. But when facing Dumbledore, who is proficient in Legilimency, he unconsciously wanted to use it—although Dumbledore had no intention of peeping into his heart at all.

Of course, if he said something irrelevant in front of Dumbledore, he would definitely feel it, and it had almost become his instinct.

Snape was looking at the Immortal Immortal Potion and was wondering what he was thinking, while Professor McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore excitedly.

After a while, Professor McGonagall left the headmaster's room amid Dumbledore's smile. When passing by Maca, he smiled and nodded to him.

Mr. McLean, I think you have spent a lot of time acquiring knowledge, and it is obviously rewarding. Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, the smile on his face has never changed, You have achieved such an achievement in the first grade. , this is unique in Hogwarts, I don't think any student can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, no matter in the past or now.

That's too much, Professor Dumbledore, I'm afraid—

When you should be proud of this, you should express it. Repressing it in your heart will only make this glory rot in your heart. Dumbledore gave Maca a deep look, I think you should understand what I mean .”

What does Dumbledore seem to know? But what did he know?

Well, I think you're right...

Maca found that what people say is true when they grow old, and it is difficult for him to show his cleverness in front of such a person. For example, now, he simply doesn't know what to say, and always feels that nothing is right.

So, Severus, what do you think about Mr. Maclean's potion? Dumbledore turned to Snape again, as if to hear his opinion.

Snape stared at the potion bottle in his hand in silence for a while, and then expressed his judgment.

As far as the formula and preparation process of this potion is concerned, it is impossible to say how brilliant it is, said Snape, but the idea of ​​using fairy wings to achieve invisibility is indeed commendable. In the past, this material was used only Used for beauty and entertainment, no one has thought that the mystery of fairies' invisibility comes from their wings.

Indeed, almost all wizards believe that the invisibility effect of fairies stems from their innate magic. Dumbledore also nodded, agreeing with Snape's statement.

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked at Maca again, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes: Mr. McLean, I wonder if you would like to send your research results to the International Federation of Wizards for judgment? This will allow you to To leave a name in the history of potion science will allow your invention to enjoy the protection of the Federation for the rest of your life... Of course, after your death, the formula will be published publicly, but I personally think there is nothing wrong with it.

Maca had also thought about this issue, and now that Dumbledore mentioned it, he naturally had nothing to disagree with.

Of course, thank you for your willingness to sign and recommend my potion formula. He nodded immediately.

Any wizard's invention needs to be recommended by a member of the Federation before it can be accepted by the Federation. As the current chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, Dumbledore is naturally recommended by him.

Once Xianyin Pharmacy can be affirmed by the federation, its reputation will definitely rise, which is equivalent to giving it a big advertisement with authoritative certification.

This is a lot of Galleons! Maca couldn't help thinking.

This time, Dumbledore did not continue to say anything more to Maca. After he asked Maca to go back and prepare three bottles of Xianyin potion, he let him go.

next morning at breakfast time,

Maca was surrounded by Harry and the others. Harry and Hermione kept murmuring thanks, while Ron felt guilty that he couldn't help because of the wound on his hand. Especially Hermione, she received a lot of help from Maca in some deep learning, and this incident made her even more grateful to Maca.

The exam is coming soon, let's not bother Maca anymore! After chatting for a few words, Hermione drove Harry and Ron back to the long table in Gryffindor.

Yes, before you know it, the day of the exam is coming. It wasn't until now that Maca realized belatedly that it had been nearly a year since she came to Hogwarts. Although his study progress was obvious to all, he felt that he had some grades in Potions and was average in other aspects.

To put it bluntly, he didn't consider himself in the position of a first-year student at all, but it's really not his fault.

During the last period, everyone was nervously preparing for the upcoming exam, but Maca didn't take it seriously at all. It's not that he doesn't think the exam is unimportant, but because he is a little too demanding of himself.

Maca has always felt that he may not even reach the level of an Auror who has just joined the job, and the sense of crisis is always with him. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he had an urge to apply for a time-turner.

And so far, the research progress of the Book of Truth has not even made a single sign. It is simply depressing.

Maca feebly pushed a pile of manuscript paper aside, the wind outside the window blew gently, and the pages of the book turned with the wind. If someone was around, he would definitely be surprised—because every page of this bound manuscript is crowded with all kinds of strange symbols.

After Maca tried various interpretation methods but found nothing, he decided to try the stupid method, which is copying. But thousands of times of copying brought him nothing but annoyance.

Rowena Ravenclaw called it the Book of Truth, but in this world, what exactly is truth? Maca couldn't help but start to think wildly.

But as he spoke, his heart shook.

Wait, I remember the first few questions of the bronze eagle... Maca gradually picked up the memories that he had ignored, and he whispered to himself, 'Everything in the world, what is the truth? ’, my answer at the time was—”

Material promotes the appearance, and the spirit deduces the rules... cyclical complementarity, symbiosis and immortality? As he spoke, he himself became a little dubious.

To put it bluntly, it was pure guesswork at the time. In Maca's heart, there is no fundamental basis at all, it's just his guess about the esoteric magic theories in the restricted area.

But right now, it has become a vague breakthrough point.

That is to say, as long as we find the connection between spirit and matter, we may be able to discover something! Although he was not sure, Maca became visibly excited.

In the next few days, Maca's state made people not want to get close to him, because he was often in a daze, and when he was in a daze, he could never hear others talking to him. He seemed to be immersed in the strange symbols on the scroll of truth, as if he had changed himself.

Fortunately, most people have a tendency to be in a trance recently, because the exam date is getting closer and closer.

But at this time when everyone was busy preparing for their own exams, a late punishment notice was sent to Maca.

Oh—yes, yes, although it seems that no points have been deducted, but no matter how you say it, I can't avoid the punishment. I have set an example myself. Maca shook his head with a bitter face, and stuffed the note into it. into the jacket pocket.

At eleven o'clock that night, Maca came to the foyer and found Filch waiting for him there.

While he and Filch were staring at each other, Harry and Hermione arrived, followed by Neville. And, of course, Malfoy, who was the first to be caught that night by Professor McGonagall.

Come with me, Filch said, lighting a lamp and leading them out. I think you'll have to think twice about breaking school rules in the future, don't you, huh?

He squinted at them and went on: Oh—yes! If you ask me, work and hard work are the best teachers... It's a pity they abolished the old fashioned punishment of the past The method—hanging your wrists and hanging you from the ceiling for days. I still have those chains in my office, and I often oil them, and they may come in handy someday— —Okay, let’s go, don’t even think about running away. If you run away, you will have nothing to eat.”

Maca didn't bother to listen to Filch's complaints and nagging at all. He was hurrying to find some inspiration from thinking and speculation!

They strode across the pitch-black field. Neville kept sniffling, and Harry kept thinking about what punishment they were going to get - it must have been horrific, or Filch wouldn't have sounded so cheerful.

Today's moonlight is very bright, but from time to time, clouds will drift past, covering it up, leaving a darkness on the earth.

They could see the lighted windows of Hagrid's cabin, which wasn't hard to spot at night. Then they heard a shout in the distance.

Is that you, Filch? Come on, I'm leaving.

Harry felt a sudden burst of joy - if they were going to work with Hagrid, it sure wasn't too bad.

The relief was immediately on his face, but he heard Filch say, You thought you were going to have a good time with that idiot, didn't you? Think again, boy—you're going to the Forbidden Forest. ! If you can come out safe and sound, then I guess I was wrong.

Hearing these words, Malfoy suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Forbidden Forest? he added, his voice far less calm than usual. We can't go in in the middle of the night. There's everything in there—I heard there are werewolves!

Werewolves wouldn't like to live in the Forbidden Forest, Maca said suddenly, there's no room for them to live safely.