Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It's horrible, said Neville, who was still in shock, his tone was obviously much higher than his usual, did you feel cold when that thing came in?

I feel weird, said Ron, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably, like I'm never going to be happy again...

Ginny curled up in a corner and trembled, hugging her knees, sobbing softly. Hermione walked over and put her arms around her soothingly.

Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this.

Maca took out another small bottle, which contained half a bottle of slightly whitish liquid medicine, which looked like milk mixed with water, but everyone felt a little warmth just looking at it.

Of course Ginny felt it too, she raised her head to look at Maca, and said timidly, I... can I?

Of course, it will be much better if you drink it. Maca handed the bottle to Ginny, Just a little bit is enough, a small sip the size of a fingernail.

This must look very precious, is it your newly invented potion? Hermione asked curiously.

Oh, yes, Maca said, well, I mean it's quite expensive, but it's not quite a potion—it's not made by mixing.

Oh—I've been meaning to ask— Harry couldn't help but say, Maka, what do you keep in your robe? It's like a locker full of potions!

Maca shrugged when he heard this, This is my secret.

While they were talking, Ginny uncorked the bottle tremblingly, and took a cautious sip.

Immediately, she clearly felt a warm current flowing down her throat, and then spread in her stomach in an instant—her mood improved inconceivably.

Oh——I feel happy. Ginny smiled, but in an instant she said with a bitter face, But it tastes really bitter...

She re-corked the bottle, intending to return it to Maca, but Maca waved her hand.

You can keep it for yourself and give it to those who need it. He said casually.

Oh—thanks, Ginny nodded appreciatively, but I think it's best not to have a second drink.

Has she become more cheerful? Ron said, looking at Ginny strangely.

That's only temporary. After the effect passes, it will return to its normal state. Well... it will only take about two or three minutes.

After a while, Professor Lupine came back.

He paused as he entered, looked around, smiled, and said, I didn't poison the chocolate, you know...

He was talking, but his eyes were attracted by the potion bottle in Ginny's hand.

Oh, this is?

It's just milk with Chevu flower juice added. Maca said casually.

That's really nice... Lupine's mouth twitched.

Although it sounds simple, the material Chef Flower is not cheap. The juice of the Chevre Flower alone can play a role similar to that of the advanced potion Elimination Potion, and there will be no sequelae of singing and dancing. .

...well, we'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes, said Professor Lupine. How are you all?

They didn't talk much for the rest of the trip.

Finally, the train stopped at Hogwarts Station, and getting off was a hectic scene: owls hooted, cats joined in the fun now and then, and even Neville's pet toad croaked under his hat with.

The small platform was frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down.

First graders come here! a familiar voice called.

Hagrid had hunched out of the train, and was now beckoning to the panic-stricken new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.

All right, you three? Hagrid called over the many heads. Harry and the others waved at him but didn't get a chance to speak to him as the people around them pushed them along the platform.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed the rest of the school down a rough, muddy road.

There, at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each drawn by an invisible horse—Harry could only assume that, because by the time they climbed into one and closed the doors, the carriages It will drive automatically.

The carriage staggered and shook all the way, and there was a faint musty smell and the smell of dried straw inside the carriage.

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates, with many stone pillars on both sides, and a small sculpture of a winged boar on the top.

They saw two tall, hooded dementors standing guard on both sides of the gate. As they approached slowly, it seemed that another wave of cold was coming.

They're all hidden under the cloak, it's really hard to tell which one is which... Maca looked at them and thought in his heart.

The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive until it reached the castle. Hermione leaned out the window, watching the turrets and turrets approaching them.

At last the carriage wobbled to a stop, and everyone got out hastily.

Immediately they saw a man standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

McLean, come here.

It was Snape. He had a stinky face as usual, and without looking at the others, he said something to Maca, then turned and walked into the castle.

Maca froze for a moment, greeted Harry and the others, and quickly followed.

In Snape's office.

Professor, what can I do for you? Maca asked.

Wolfwolf Potion, you know? Snape asked bluntly.

Oh, yes—— Maca paused, Professor Lupine needs it, is it for me to prepare it?

This time it was Snape who froze for a moment.

You know him... um, you can make wolfbane potion? He looked at Maca hesitantly and asked, What's the success rate?

Although Snape was a little curious about the fact that Maca knew that Lupine was a werewolf, he was more concerned about the preparation of the wolfsbane potion, which was not so difficult to brew.

It should be around 80%. You have to try to know the specifics. Maca said frankly.

Hmm... Snape frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying, Then you should try it first. You should know the time to take the Wolfsbane potion, and it must be prepared before then.

Maca nodded in understanding.

It was Dumbledore's idea to give this task to Maca, and Snape didn't object, but he originally planned to demonstrate it to Maca first, who knew that Maca's progress in potion science was so fast.

In the last semester, Maca played low-key activities in school, and communicated with Snape a lot less about Potions. But he didn't expect that even if Maca was just doing research alone, he would make rapid progress that ordinary people could not match.

It can be said that Maca's talent and diligence in magic are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But Snape didn't know that there was a deeper reason hidden in it, even Maca himself didn't notice it at all.

After explaining the matter, Maca said goodbye and left, planning to go to the auditorium to see if he could make it to the sorting ceremony, but was stopped by Snape.

Anything else, Professor?

Snape looked at him impatiently, before speaking for a moment.

If you have time, keep an eye on Potter. He said reluctantly, and added, ...that's what Dumbledore meant.

Okay, Professor.

The two walked quickly to the first floor, one in front of the other.

The auditorium was a sea of ​​pointed black hats, and each long table was filled with students, their faces glowing in the light of thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the long tables.

Professor McGonagall was walking towards the center of the stage with an ancient hat and a three-legged stool.

It's catching up, but... Maka shook his head lightly and said, I have to listen to the hat sing again...

New students at Hogwarts wear the Sorting Hat in order to decide which house they should study in, and the hat calls out which house they are most suitable for. But it always has a bad habit - it always likes to sing out the characteristics of each college in a strange tone, and also inserts a few words that it thinks are very interesting.

When Maca and Snape walked in together, all eyes were on them.

Maca politely tilted his upper body slightly to express his politeness, but Snape didn't care about it, and he strode towards the empty seat in the classroom.

Hey - Maca! Over here!

At the long table at Hufflepuff College, a beautiful woman with long golden hair was waving at him—that was Senior Charlotte Witt.

Good evening, senior. Maca walked over and sat in the vacant seat next to her. Congratulations on your promotion to the seventh grade. You will be able to graduate soon.

Don't mention it! I don't know if I can pass the 'super fatigue test'! Charlotte said with a sad face, That's really 'super fatigue'!

Is there any difficulty? Maybe I can help you a little...

While the two were chatting casually, Professor Dumbledore stood up to speak, and the auditorium fell silent immediately.

Although Dumbledore is very old, he always gives the impression of being energetic.

His hair and beard were several feet long, he wore half-moon glasses, and his nose was hooked badly. He was often said to be the greatest wizard alive, but he was respected for more than that.

Even Maca has to admit that this elderly white wizard has an innate sense of affinity, and you can't help but feel good about him.

Welcome! said Professor Dumbledore, his white beard gleaming in the light of the candles. Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words to say to all of you...

One of the things is very serious. I think it's better to make it clear before you are confused by this delicious meal...