Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of it, every school year seems to be very busy-everyone thinks so, but the passage of time is always so hasty, which makes people feel a little lonely.

Although Maca always doesn't care about grades so much, other students have to pay attention to their studies. Especially the seventh grade students, what they face is not only graduation, adulthood and job hunting, but before that, there are N.E.W.T. exams waiting for them!

And Charlotte Witt, who has been a big beauty for seven years, is a member of the graduation team.

Graduation is always emotional - most people think so. But when you are a party, you will find that you have absolutely no time and mood to hug and feel sad with your classmates, and then shed sweat and tears.

Because you still have to take the test! You have to work hard to take the exam!

Charlotte's grades are not bad, but they are not as good as her looks.

For this reason, she had to put aside all thoughts and devote herself wholeheartedly to the hell of studying, reviewing, and re-learning.

Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with my mother? Holiday? No, kidding aside, it doesn't exist in the lives of seventh graders!

Sometimes textbooks are like a handful of shit, and when you're driving mad with hunger, there's only one option left!

Should I be more polite? Charlotte, who was lying on a pile of documents with disheveled hair, raised her head suddenly, the bloodshot eyes looked very scary.

No, it's not too late to be gentle after the exam. She plunged into the pile of materials again, Oh, shit! Got it wrong again!

In fact, there are only two weeks left until the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky had suddenly cleared, taking on a blinding opaline hue; the field, which had been muddy from the torrential rain, was covered in a shiny hoarfrost one morning.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas has already filled in advance.

Charms teacher Professor Flitwick is adorning his classroom with shimmering light sources—these light sources are actually a group of little fairies constantly vibrating their wings.

Except for the seventh grade, almost all the students were happily discussing their respective vacation plans.

But this year, both Ron and Hermione had decided to stay at Hogwarts, with Ron saying he couldn't bear to spend two weeks with Percy, and Hermione insisting that she go to the library.

But Harry knew it—they were doing it to keep him company, and for that, he was very grateful.

Of course, in the last week of term, everyone can go to Hogsmeade village again. Everyone was happy except Harry.

However, the three little lions who had been waiting for Maca to appear had still not arrived.

At this moment, it is dinner time, and everyone is filling their stomachs. But at this moment, a large flock of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students all looked over in surprise.

Could it be McLean again? But Christmas hasn't come yet? Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

The targets of this group of owls were obviously scattered. They flapped their wings and flew to the sky above the four long tables, dropping white envelopes one after another.

For a moment, it was as if envelopes were raining in the auditorium.

It didn't take long for everyone to notice—these letters were addressed to graduating seventh graders.

Oh—McLean?

...Yes, mine too.

Same!

Everyone looked around, then opened the envelopes one after another and began to read.

Graduate party? The first voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, most of the seventh graders were discussing with each other, and the scene was a bit messy.

Yes, that's right! I don't know what Maca's idea is,

But he was indeed going to hold an open-air party in Hogsmeade to send off the graduates!

Even the Slytherins, who were often disliked by the other three houses, got a share, which was a rare occurrence.

In this letter of invitation, one point was specifically noted: If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go, everything is voluntary.

are you going?

Why not?

But the exam...

To hell with it! Do you think an extra day and a half will get you through safely?

Oh—yes, as the letter said, 'Wait until after you graduate and you'll regret not being crazy once'!

Yes! That's right, that's it!

Similar conversations are going on at the long tables of various colleges. Although some graduates don't agree, most people think this is a great idea.

Soon, the news in the letter was passed along the dinner table—it is no problem for lower grade students to participate, but the drinks and food are not free.

This time, Maca bled for no reason, and he wanted to hold an open-air party at his own expense!

You know, there are more than 150 people in the seventh grade, and the cost of this party is an astronomical figure for a student.

Just when everyone was a little excited, Maca's owl——Malfurion also rushed in from the gate. It didn't stay, but threw a letter to Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the teacher's bench, and immediately spread its wings and flew out of the hall.

It seems that I also have a share. Dumbledore smiled, and picked up the envelope that fell in front of him.

He opened it and took a look, but continued: Oh, it's more than that—everyone has a share.

Dumbledore handed the letter to McGonagall who was sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat: Seventh graders, please pay attention—

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall immediately fell silent.

I regret to tell everyone that this party is just Mr. McLean's personal behavior - he didn't notify me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think this is not in compliance with the rules. He looked at everyone and said slowly .

On the long tables of various colleges, many students showed a frustrated expression.

But... At this moment, everyone's hearts were suspended again, If you go to Hogsmeade to participate in the party, it is just a personal act, and there seems to be no reason for the school to stop you?

Dumbledore blinked, looking a little mischievous.

Although Mr. McLean also invited me, I still have some things that I have to accomplish— As he was speaking, he turned his head and looked at everyone in the faculty seat, If other professors have time to participate, it is theirs. personal freedom.

After speaking, Dumbledore sat back in his seat safely, lowered his head and ate the food on the plate, as if nothing had happened just now.

Immediately, the students off the court cheered happily.

An open-air party to send off graduates? Hermione asked strangely, What is Maca doing?

Who knows?

Harry was a little bummed that he couldn't go - at least not in a fair way.

But Ron sighed with embarrassment: Oh, Maca is really rich!

Yes, this is indeed a fun event. But everyone was either wondering why Maca held this event; or they didn't think about it at all, and they were just planning to go to the open-air party to have a good time.

But anyway, just looking at everyone's excitement, this party should be quite lively.

...

The next day, on the morning everyone went to Hogsmeade, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and walked up the marble stairs alone to Gryffindor Tower - he planned to rely on the invisibility cloak To find a way to sneak out of school.

Snowflakes fell outside the window, and the castle seemed very quiet.

Hey - Harry!

Turning around in the middle of the fourth-floor corridor, Harry saw Fred and George peeking out from behind a statue of a one-eyed, hunched witch.

Are you here? Harry asked curiously, Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?

We're here to get you a little festive, said Fred, blinking mysteriously. Come here...

He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George into it.

George closed the door softly, then turned and looked at Harry with a broad smile.

An early Christmas present for you, Harry, he said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Fred pulled out something from the cloak and placed it on an empty table.

It was a big, square, very old piece of parchment with nothing written on it - Harry thought it was another Fred and George joke, and couldn't help staring at it wide-eyed, lest he read it again. Be rectified by these two twins.

I said, what is this?

Well... Harry, it's the secret of our success! George said, patting the parchment lovingly.

It's kind of a shame to give it to you, said Fred, but last night we decided you needed it more than we did!

Anyway, we've memorized its contents, continued George, and we're giving it to you—we don't need it any more.

What do I need such an old piece of parchment? Harry asked suspiciously.

An old piece of parchment! Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a face, as if Harry had underestimated him. Explain, George.

Well! In our first year, Harry, we were so young and carefree and innocent—

Harry snorted, wondering if Fred and George had been naive after all.

...Well, at least it's more naive than we are now! said George. There was a little incident between us and Filch.

We put a big dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason, it got him down - so he pulled us into his office and started using that routine of ... against us.

Retention? Harry interjected.

Take out our intestines! George chuckled, and Harry pouted immediately.

What next? Harry urged.