Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

What's up, Ron?

Harry saw that his good friend seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth several times but no sound came out, so he couldn't help asking.

Well, actually that day I— Ron struggled, but he couldn't say anything halfway through.

To be honest, Ron is still a boy who values ​​friendship more, and for him, Maca is indeed a close friend who doesn't talk much, but is worth making.

After all, being able to copy homework for him is really a buddy! He didn't want to doubt Maca at all.

Although he did see the back of Maca leaving at that corner that day. It was only for a moment, but he was so familiar with Maca's robe that always concealed a lot of things, it was absolutely impossible to admit it wrong.

...No, it's nothing. I just think that they can believe anything! They would doubt you, Harry. Ron paused, and changed his dull tone just now.

The crowd thinned, and at last they were able to ascend the stairs without difficulty.

Do you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets? Ron asked Hermione, turning his head.

I don't know, she said, frowning. Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, which makes me think that the thing that attacked it was probably not - oh - not human.

As they talked, they walked around the corner and found that they had come to the corridor where the attack took place.

Immediately, they saw about twenty spiders crawling around in a panic on the window sill, as if eager to get out through a small crack in the glass. A long silver thread hung down like a cord, through which they seemed to have scrambled up and escaped out of the window.

Ron was taken aback. He had always hated spiders, especially the way they crawled so fast.

Hermione giggled.

What's so funny, said Ron angrily, you know, when I was three Fred turned my—my teddy bear into a broom because I broke his toy broom. Ugly big spiders! You wouldn't like them if you've had the experience I've had, if you're holding your teddy bear and all of a sudden it pops out with legs and...

He shivered and couldn't continue, and Hermione was clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

Harry decided they'd better not talk about it, so he said quickly, Remember that puddle of water on the floor? Where did it come from? Someone mopped the floor.

They walked over, looked at the ground, and then at the door next to them.

You can't go in. Ron's hand was burned by the doorknob, it's the girls' bathroom.

Oh, Ron, there's no one in there, said Hermione. She straightened up and came over. This is the place of the Moaning Myrtle. Come, let's go in and have a look.

She ignored the big sign that said Malfunction and pushed open the door.

Myrtle is a ghost, and not very likable. She has a bad temper and always hides in this bathroom crying, and once poured cold water on girls who broke in by mistake.

But in general, it's just because of inexplicable inferiority complex.

Harry and the others went in and asked a few words, but Myrtle obviously didn't want to talk more. After answering irrelevant questions, she quickly hid in the toilet and splashed water all over them.

Unfortunately, just as they exited the girls' bathroom, they ran into Ron's brother Percy.

Unlike Ron, Percy excelled at school and was always fond of showing off his prefect badge to his brother. At school, he was always serious—he thought he should be private.

For example, he deducted 5 points from Gryffindor.

In the common room that night, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat as far away from Percy as possible. Ron's mood has been very bad recently. When doing homework in magic class,

He was always spilling ink on the paper.

When he absent-mindedly took out his magic wand to remove the stains, he set the parchment on fire. Ron was so angry that his heart burst into flames, and he closed Standard Spells Level 2 with a snap.

But to Harry's surprise, Hermione slammed the book shut too.

But who could it be? she whispered. Who wants to keep Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?

Maybe it's Malfoy! Ron said casually.

He lowered his head so that people could not see his eyes clearly. Hermione, on the other hand, looked at him, although her face was somewhat skeptical, but there was a hint of approval in her heart.

You mean—

Of course it's him! Ron said more and more vigorously, and suddenly raised his head to look at Hermione. You heard him say, 'You'll be next, Mudblood!'. Actually, you just have to look at him With an ugly mouse face, you know it's him—”

Hearing this, Harry also closed the book.

Look at that family! They're all in Slytherin, he's always showing it off - they're probably descended from Slytherin. His father is evil enough...

They may have held the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries! Seeing that Harry also agreed, Ron's eyes flickered, but his tone became firmer, Passed down from generation to generation, from father to son...

Yeah, said Hermione cautiously, I think it's possible...

Then how do we prove it? said Harry pessimistically.

Maybe there's a way, said Hermione slowly, lowering her voice with a quick glance at Percy across the room, of course, it's not easy to do, and it's dangerous, very dangerous! We About fifty school rules would be violated.

Come on! What is it? Ron asked impatiently.

Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you now, said Hermione calmly. All we need to do is go into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without letting him recognize us.

That's impossible, said Harry, and Ron looked bored too.

No, it's possible, said Hermione, we just need some Polyjuice Potion.

What's that? Ron and Harry asked in unison.

A few weeks ago, Snape mentioned in class—

Hermione said, hesitated for a moment, and continued: Earlier than that, in the last semester... I saw it in Maca's Potions Handbook...

Her voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible at last.

Oh, Maca... Ron repeated, but didn't say anything more.

Harry said carefully: Really... I mean, really don't you want to ask Maca? Let's not talk about the Chamber of Secrets, let's just talk about this—um—polyjuice potion. I should ask Maca to be more All right?

He waited for a while, and saw that the two had been silent all the time, and the doubts on their faces became even more serious.

You... what happened to Maca? Harry couldn't help it, and asked directly.

No, it's nothing, I just think...Maka has been a little too withdrawn recently... Ron hesitated.

Hermione pursed her lips, glanced at Ron, and muttered, Harry, don't ask me yet. I'll ask Maca tomorrow about the Polyjuice Potion...

But in the next few days, Hermione never found a chance—she even rarely saw Maca.

In the end, they had to go to Lockhart for a signed note to borrow books from the Restricted Section - in fact, Lockhart was willing to sign his name anywhere.

So, Harry, said Lockhart as Hermione fumbled up the note and put it in her schoolbag, tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, right? Gryffindor Multi-team vs. Slytherin, eh?

I heard you did well in training - I was also a Seeker back then. They asked me to run for the national team, but I would rather devote my life to eradicating the black forces... However, if you feel the need to start Xiao Zao, just come to me. I am always willing to pass on my experience to players who are not very capable!

Harry grunted indistinctly, and hurried away after Ron and Hermione.

I can't believe it, said Harry, as the three of them studied the signatures on the note. He didn't read what book we wanted!

Because he's a no-brainer, said Ron. What the hell! We've got what we want anyway.

He's not some brainless idiot, Hermione frowned as they trotted off to the library.

If there was no Maca, Hermione's attitude at this time would be more than that, maybe even more fanatical. After all, she was one of Lockhart's followers. But right now, she really doesn't have the time to take care of so much, just say a word and forget it.

There are so many things to worry about recently!

Soon, they ran to the library to borrow a book called Power Potion, and then hurried to Myrtle's women's bathroom.

...

At eleven o'clock on Saturday, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began.

At this time, Maca was also sitting in the viewing booth. He didn't want to come, but Luna seemed to be very interested in Quidditch-she just dragged Maca to the Ravenclaw viewing stand.

He looked at Luna's excited look, and in his heart, which had no emotion left, he inexplicably felt that it would be good to come with her once.

It was a sultry and humid weather, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, making everyone feel that it would definitely rain soon.

Not long after, the game began.

Malfoy rode his brand new Nimbus 2001 back and forth under Harry, seemingly showing off the broom's speed.

But not long after, a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards him!

Harry narrowly avoided it, and felt the ball brush his hair as it flew by.

Maca took out his wand, pointed to his eyes, and murmured a few words in a low voice. Immediately, the angle of view was quickly zoomed in and zoomed in, and he clearly saw the situation Harry was facing at this time.

Is it... that house elf? Maca thought to himself.