The dawn of the chapter

titled "Hogwarz"
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
Sunlight penetrated through the
cracks of the shabby tan curtains. The
fresh air in the morning had slightly
washed away the dullness in the small
garret.
Perhaps because of the proximity
to the sea, the humidity here is still
as high as ever. Even in the attic,
there are still mosses climbing
comfortably in the corners to expand
their territory, leaving behind a
slice of inexplicable vitality.
When the men in London are still
in their homes with their wives - or
lovers, this may be correct; in short,
when the guys are still sleeping in
their soft beds, the people of
Toppoint are already busy. stand up.
This is the morning of the port
city. Not long after the drunken gold
fan who had just thrown away last
night, it once again ushered in a new
round of noisy and busy, just as
people do not need to sleep.
 Of course, all this vibrant
picture must have nothing to do with
the residents of Taimo Lane.
Macka is a resident of this
alleyway east of Torpoint. Although he
was born in Plymouth, what does this
have to do with it?
Poor people who have the law of
the poor will naturally have their
choices.
In this alley full of “ideals” and
full of “future”, it will be far
more stable than the place where
Plymouth meets many forces.
Here, there are not too many
official sights, not even the key
forces of the financial giants, those
in Plymouth! In the dark port city
under this light, there are only all
kinds of undercurrent transactions
sinking below the surface.
Although Maca is not young, he is
living here day and night in reverse
by virtue of his natural cleverness
and extraordinary savvy. Two hours
earlier, he had just returned from the
colorful evening, and he was sleeping
in a slightly old bed. There are
several more cargo ships on the dock
and he manages them.
Just as he lingered in the sleepy
spot, a sudden rush of flapping wings
came from outside the curtains, as if
something had landed on the narrow
window sill.
“咚咚咚”
It seems that some birds are
staring at the window frame, and the
boring sounds pass through the
curtains.
Maca in his sleep frowned and was
not awakened. He rolled over and the
quilt was pulled over his head to
cover his head. “咚咚咚”
Three more buzzing sounds are like
knocking on the door, leaving people
somewhat concerned about what is
tossing on the outside.
"Hey, hey--"
It was three times. It was
probably the last moment. What was
wrong? The old window glass
immediately delivered its mission. The
glass shattered and fell down. If it
weren’t for curtains, it’s estimated
that the glass scum was already
splashing full of beds.
The old quilt was suddenly opened,
and Macka's eyes closed up. Were it
not to wake up, I saw him looking
around and looking around. The misty
appearance was rather overwhelming.
Suddenly, Maca, who was blasphemy,
opened the curtains, but he was froze.
 Outside the window, a pale gray
owl was standing there, with big eyes
and Maca's eyes connected. Not long
afterwards, the owl actually knocked
on his head and yelled dryly, seeming
to be a little less than happy with
his mistakes.
Macka blinked twice and for a
moment didn't know what to do. Because
he discovered that he actually saw the
kind of smart that only humans could
reveal on an owl.
 "Is the owl's IQ so high?" Maca
found himself doubting the direction
of life.
"咕--"
Just as Macka had a question mark,
the owl gave a soft cry, then extended
his left paw and placed a letter on
the edge of the window sill.
On the thick parchment envelope,
the address was written in emerald
green ink, and no stamp was placed on
the envelope. Macka stumbled and
reached up and saw a red wax seal and
a shield coat of arms on it. Around
the capital "H", lions, eagles,
falcons, and snakes each occupy a
quarter.
At the top of the coat of arms,
there is a strange and familiar word
for Maca.
"Hog, Watts?" Maca spelled the
word out, full of surprise and
confusion.
He did not hurry to open the
envelope, but stared blankly at the
shield-type coat of arms, his thoughts
drifted farther and farther. It took a
while to get back to God.
He bowed the envelope to the bed
in silence, and curled up and hugged
his head tightly with his pale, thin
arms. The dark, lustrous black hair
scrawled clumsily between the fingers,
seeming to tell the dark and bitter
pasts of these years.
“It was only now...” For a long
time, Maca’s dry throat was squeezing
out a jealous groan. “Oh, this is
ridiculous.”
 Suddenly, a sea breeze blows in
from the window and blows coldly.
Yes, Topoint in June is still a
time when it's irrelevant to heat.
......
The sun rose slightly. The
sunshine brought a warm welcome to the
coastal town. Maca sat on the slope of
the roof outside the window, and
looked at the sparkling water of the
Tamar River from the outer wall of the
attic. Chaoyang rises from the
junction of the sky and water, and
shines a sparkling gold on the blue
river.
This is a rare scene for Maca who
strolls through the streets of the
night.
He stared out of the distance and
looked at God in the distance, but
clutched the unopened letter. This
letter is so light, but Maca feels at
all times that it is under his own
weight.
“嗤”
 The envelope was gently torn, and
two quite textured letter papers were
neatly folded and pulled out by Maca.
He shook the letter with a shiver, and
the beautiful writing made him have a
wonderful sense of unreality. ———
———————
Hogwarts School of Magic
Principal: Albus Dumbledore
(President of the International
Magical
Confederation, President of the
Wizarding
Society, Sir Merlin Level Magician)
Dear Mr. Macka McLean:
We are happy to inform you that
you have been allowed to study at the
Hogwarts School of Magic. Include the
list of required books and equipment.
The semester is scheduled to begin on
September 1. We will wait for the owl
to bring your reply back before July
31st.
Also, if the owl needs to stay
with you for some time, please also
feed the little one.
——————————
 Maca repeated the contents of the
letter several times before turning to
the next page, but before he could see
two more eyes, he muzzled his letter
paper back into the envelope.
"Yes, you have to spend money,"
maka whispered. "The tuition is
waived, and the miscellaneous expenses
can't be escaped. I should have
thought of it!"
He sighed, crawled back into the
attic with his sullen face, and
flipped out several grey-chipped
papers from the bedside cabinet and
threw it on the counter. Then from the
bottom of the bed, a dirty dusty
suitcase was pulled out.
Regardless of the dust from the sky,
he opened it and pulled out a small
box.
This is a pen. Although it is not
a good brand, it is the only birthday
gift left to him by his already dead
mother. It is also the treasure he
treasures most in his life.
"Yes, we need ink! Ink!"
 He muttered as he prepared to
write a reply. Not far away, the pale
gray owl was standing on the bed bar
with his head in his head, curiously
watching Mecca busy.
Although using a pen is a bit
rusty, it does not forget how to spell
words. Maca's memory is very good,
this point from his usual day to
remember a lot of bits and pieces of
pounds is still not wrong can be seen,
but the letter is not easy to write a
slant is inevitable.
 For this reason, he eventually
wrote and scrapped several sheets of
paper.
Watching the owl flutter down to
the window and quickly disappear at
the corner, Maca’s heart was a little
calmer.
He really did not expect that, in
desperation, he was determined to
indulge in the dark side of Britain,
and he would even see a miraculous
dawn. What he did not expect was that
the light of miracles was related to
Hogwarts, who was almost buried in
memory.
"Hogwarts, ha!" Maca chewed the
word again, revealing an innocent
smile that was buried in the old grave
of Plymouth underneath his dead
mother.
When Maca was thinking about his
own not-too-distant future, far from
No.
4 Privet Drive in Xiaohuijin District,
Surrey, the boy who had died was just
in the cupboard under the stairs. wake
up. And what is waiting for him will
be a messy mess life that was caused
by the unexpected guest.
......
More than two months of time may
have been an extraordinary life course
for the past Maca. Nowadays,
everything has become completely
different.
Maca said goodbye to the small
penthouse that had accompanied him for
three years of dark days, and also bid
farewell to Uncle Angelo, the bar
owner who gave him his first job. He
sold all the things he could sell to
the salesmen he had frequented on the
black market, and then took all the
pounds he had earned so far, and his
rekindled expectations. UU took a trip
to www.uukanshu.com. Plymouth Ferry.
Only by Plymouth can he catch a
train to London and embark on his new
life journey.
“First go and see the mother!”
Maka leaned against the fence on the
edge of the ferry deck and looked in
the direction of the opposite side of
the Tamar River.
 Rippling time on the Tamar River
is not too long, and the distance
between the rivers is not really far.
In a short time, Maca has already
stood in a slightly messy grave.
In that year, Maca, who was only 9
years old, spent the last amount of
money left by his father and set up a
piece of tombstone for him that was
luxury for him at that time. Nothing
else, because it was his first time,
for the first time in his heart, he
recognized this woman who was always
busy with money.
 “...mother” Maca caressed the
tombstone that was cleaned by him.
Even if it was noon, it was still
astonishingly cold. “It seems to be
the second time I called you
'mother'.”
He paused and said: "To be honest,
I can't quite naturally call you this
far. I don't know if I should have
called this, or I don't know if I have
this qualification. But, Anyway, now
you are my mother. My...mother."
 "Hey, I know. It still doesn't
sound very crisp, but it's what I
call.
You'll just listen to it..."
It seems that because of the
atmosphere, or the emotion and
thoughts of the past three years,
Macka spoke for a long time. It was
not until dusk that he got up and
patted his trousers. He sighed and
decided to go to a cheaper hotel and
stay overnight. Then he would go to
the city center to take a train to
London tomorrow.
 Just as he turned back, a touch of
light gold flashed through the field
of vision. In the setting sun, it
shines a unique glow...
Chapter 1 dialogue under
the stars
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
The twilight sun has a sensuous
beauty. It falls through the gaps in
the clouds and settles with lazy
breath. Intricate tombstones drag a
long, narrow shadow under a dim
sunset, creating a different kind of
atmosphere.
Just a short distance away, a man
with a marshmallow-like messy white
hair was holding a little girl
standing there on the edge of a
poplar-poplar tree. There is no doubt
that this is a pair of fathers and
daughters who are sweeping the grave.
What Maca took just noticed was
the back of a girl with a pale, long,
and waisted hair.
 Of course, Maca is not a
paedophile. He is not interested in a
little girl who seems to be at most in
her early teens - although he is now
almost the same age. Just this long
hair, but in the setting sun exudes a
layer of Yingying halo, that unique
scene is really can not be ignored.
Maca couldn't just glance more,
but it was nothing more. He paused and
immediately removed his gaze and
walked to the town with his suitcase.
 Only in the few steps he will take
out of the tomb, he vaguely heard the
man's voice.
"Luna, let's go back. It's getting
late."
Luna? Pale golden hair? In the
depths of Maca’s head, Aura flew
through several words that seemed
obscure because of the passage of
time.
"Not so good?"
Maca paused again and squatted in
place. He plunged into the bushes on
the side of the road - he wanted to go
back and confirm.
When Maka returned to the cemetery
from the woods, the Luna father and
daughter had left. He deliberately
conspired to meet where the two men
were standing and looked down at the
tombstone.
“Pandora Lovegood...Lovgood, it
should be right.” Maca wondered a
moment and then ran up and began to
run. “ Finding an active wizard to
ask for directions is obviously more
important than his own. It's so much
better. Maybe you can use the
fireplace in her house!
What's the name of that stuff?
Flying...
Flying powder?"
"That... Mr. Lovegood, wait, wait
a moment!"
The father and the daughter
obviously did not go too fast, or said
that, fortunately, they had not yet
left with magic, allowing Maka to
catch up.
 "Oh, what are you?” Luna’s
father, Cherifius, looked back and
looked puzzled at Macka, who hurried
to them.
"Oh, yes." Maca quickly ran to the
father and the daughter and took a
look at her breath-taking neutrals.
Then he continued, "I'm a fan of your
editor's magazine. You know. Yes, I
really like the articles in it. It
adds color to my life."
In fact, Maca couldn't even
remember what the magazine called, but
it didn't affect his use of this as an
argument.
"Uh... bend corners, beasts, yes,
bend corners, beasts. I hope you know,
and I've always believed in their
existence even though I haven't been
able to find them." Maca tried hard to
remember the dusty memories. All the
sporadic pieces that can come to mind
are captured and thrown as a stack of
the dialogue to the father and
daughter standing in front of him.
"Hey, a companion."
 Luna's tone was a bit
embarrassing, but the pair of silver-
gray eyes were staring at Macka's
face. It can be seen that she had some
interest in Maca.
“Haha, thank you for your
support, my dear little reader.”
Sinufiirius nodded happily and looked
very happy.
When Maca saw it, he immediately
carried forward his special ability to
see the pole and climbed up. He had a
smile on his face, and slammed up with
an excited look and Xiefeifeilius, as
if he were really a loyal reader of
the magazine.
Believe me, this is not difficult,
as long as we follow the topic of the
corner and the beast, let Xiofiliusi
say, and then he will reconcile again
from time to time enough to allow the
dialogue to continue.
A large, a small and a
threedimensional figure flitted on the
road, and laughter continued on the
way. This time it was clearly
successful.
 In the end, Maca was not
unexpectedly asked to go to Lovegood's
house and planned to stay for a few
days. This is only because he "just
happened to" and "because of
inattentiveness" revealed that he will
enter the Hogwarts School of Magic on
September 1 this year.
Not surprisingly, Luna will be
enrolled in another year, and then
Maca will naturally become her senior.
"Next year, I'm going to trouble
you for taking care of your school
girl, Mr. Maca." Chenofius stayed in
Luna's hair and grinned. "Come on! It
looks like today's dinner is better
than that." Usually more abundant, we
would like to welcome your seniors in
advance!"
It must be said that from the
"very rich" dinner, it can be seen
that the Lovegoods' economic situation
does not seem to be very good. But
this is not too important for Maca, he
is not a person who likes luxury. For
him, poverty and hunger are the normal
conditions of childhood.
 Not to mention that there are many
ingredients on the little table that
Maca has never seen before. Some of
them are a bit strange, but the
flavours are not as flavourful as they
are.
What makes Marca particularly
liked is a soup made from a kind of
aquatic life called "big mouth ball
fish." It really is a very delicious
dish. Of course, their meat is not
good, it is estimated that the
exercise is too large, so that the
meat becomes too old, but there is a
kind of strange bandit taste.
“Is it enough to have enough
children?” Sinovius asked Maca to
drop the spoon in his hand and could
not help but ask, “Perhaps, how do
you come in for a cup of Gordigen
tea?”
"Oh, no thanks, I think I've eaten
too much." Marca touched the round
belly, and shyly said, "Do you mind if
I go out and walk?"
 "Of course, you can let Luna walk
around with you. It's safe and the air
is great." Sinovius shrugged. "And I'm
afraid I'll have to prepare for
tomorrow's work. , you know, write
something."
"Luna, I don't know if I can
invite you to take a walk together?"
Maka turned her head and looked to the
girl who was still on the side.
“Huh?” Luna heard her head over
her head. “What? Oh, of course, we
can still talk about other magical
creatures...”
 "Yes, yes, I think it's a good
idea to talk about unicorns. They are
said to be famous in Muggles." Maca
stood up and put on her coat, then
pulled away not far behind. door.
Everything else was good here. It
was a bit too crowded in the room. It
reminded him of the little loft that
had been for three years.
The air in the evening is still
familiar, but the air here is much
cleaner than the Tay Lane of Top
Point.
After all, Lovegood is built on a
hillside.
The broad vision and sky-
shattering stars make Macka's eyes
blurred. Perhaps Luna's character is
not related to this kind of living
environment.
"It's beautiful and there is a
feeling of freedom."
Here, no blockers will block your
footsteps, and Maca walks forward with
his senses and turns his gaze to the
endless night sky.
 Luna, who was talking about the
topic of mistletoe and crochet hooks,
stopped talking after hearing this,
staring at Macka and then staring at
the stars. Among them.
"You see, Luna, there is a taste
of freedom here. Do you smell it?"
Luna said softly, and her confusion
seemed to be even worse than usual.
"What?" Maca heard a squint, then
he thought of something blinking. "Oh,
yes, what did your mother say?"
“Mom liked it too. She often took
me out to see the stars when she was
resting.” Luna nodded and couldn't
see anything from her face, but
something was obviously not easy to
let off. .
Maca nodded and he vaguely
remembered that Luna’s mother had
passed away, perhaps not too far away
from now. Of course, he also
remembered his own mother, in this
life and in his last life.
"It is said that the location and
trajectory of the stars can be used as
a basis for prophecy. Those horsemen
seem to be very good at this."
 Take Maca itself as an example. He
thinks that at this time, lighter
avoidance is the most correct choice
than saying the words “I'm sorry for
this” or “I'm sorry”. But Luna is
obviously not the kind of ordinary
girl. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"But my mother has passed away.
Last year it was a big mistake because
of a curse." Luna didn't take over the
subject that Maka had handed over, but
still said to herself.
"That's really scary. I've been
sad about it. But I can't worry about
my father. I think he may be worse
than I am, so I can't cry."
Maca listened to the girl's
increasingly low whisper, and touched
the envelope that he had been
squatting in his coat pocket. An idea
flashed in his head that made him pick
a brow.
"My mother also died. I think I
understand the feeling you are saying
a bit, but I was thinking that this
may not mean that we can no longer see
the mother." Macka thought for a
moment and then continued. "The
principle of magic has always been
vague, if we can study it
more thoroughly..."
Luna's face finally had some
ordinary people's faces, but I'm
afraid it was not surprising because
of this idea.
"If you make a mistake, it will
become very dangerous." Luna's voice
is still very light, but the
embarrassment of it is swept away.
"Oh, I think you're right." Maca
rubbed his forehead.
 Luna stared at Macca for a moment,
but she smiled a little. She grinned
and gently added: "But this is indeed
a way."
Although the night breeze was
refreshing, it was still a bit cool
after all. Maca squatted and wrapped
his jacket. He waved Luna and asked
her to go back to the house together,
and then turned first to the house
that was built like a chess piece.
Luna stood behind and looked at
Maka’s back, then licked her lips.
 "Wisdom is the greatest asset of
mankind." Luna's words are as low as
they say to themselves.
Chapter 2 Lively Houses
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
That night, Maca slept in the work
room of Chenofilius.
He used the old door that he had
not used. He took a wooden bed with
Maca, covered it with two blankets and
a quilt as a mattress, and covered
another quilt on his body. Although
this configuration is a bit shabby, it
doesn't feel uncomfortable to actually
sleep.
This made Macka sleep well.
Early the next morning, Luna came
to call him to get up. To be honest,
Maca has become accustomed to the
late-to-late night's life. Now he must
be allowed to change. This is a real
change.
"Raise up, the sun has risen."
Luna reached out and pulled Maca's
quilt, and Macka nest was unmoved in
the quilt.
"The sun has risen!" There was no
movement in the quilt. Luna tried hard
to increase the volume.
"The sun is not going to rise
anymore," Maca said in a dream.
Luna stared silently at the whole
person huddled in the macbook that was
in bed for a moment, and then she
reached out again and again - she felt
she could only do this.
 However, Maca apparently will not
have any response to this.
Waited a few minutes, Luna turned
and ran down the stairs, she seemed to
think of any good idea.
Soon afterwards, Luna, who had
just been down for a long time, ran up
again and added a soft rattan basket.
The rattan basket shook slightly in
Luna's hand, and there seemed to be a
lot of little things moving around
inside. It looks like this is why Luna
rushed down. The things in there could
probably wake up Maca very
effectively. At least Luna thinks so.
The girl blinked and then
carefully opened the corner of the
quilt, and then quickly fell into the
soft basket of things.
Seeing the little things got into
the quilts, Luna seemed to nod his
head in satisfaction, and he
deliberately offered to open the
quilt.
 For a moment, what seemed to be a
movement in the quilt sounded like
someone's soft voice.
"Uh... uh?" Maca seemed to be
awake, but the sound didn't sound
right.
It was like a cold, a very heavy nose.
"Oh, ah! What? Don't..."
The quilt began to restless and
shook, and even the old door that was
used as a bedboard on the floor began
to shake.
 Sure enough, the plank beds that
were laid up were not very strong.
They only heard a loud noise, and the
entire house trembled. Later, Maca
struggled to open the quilt and
groaned in pain.
Of course, nasal sounds are still
heavy, and this has not changed
because of the accident.
The little guys who cause this
all hang on Maca's body at the moment,
especially with their faces and
necks. They groaned in joy, squeezing
on Maca's face, neck, chest, and other
places, and a few of them also put
soft tongues into Maca's nostrils.
"Oh... Ah, auntie!!" Maka shook
her head and flung her little things
off her face. Then I saw Miss Luna who
stood on the side and was taking a
closer look at this rare sight.
"Pool of velvet," Luna stretched
her fingers to the furry little things
on
Maca's body. She said sleepwalkingly.
"They are very close to people and
happy when they are happy."
 "And, they are very easy to
feed, they eat from leftovers to
spiders and mosquitoes. They also
particularly like to stick their
tongues upwards, into the nose of the
sleeping wizard and eat their dry
nose."
Maca heard the words quickly
squeeze his nose, because he noticed
that there are several small things
are swallowing slender tongue is eager
to try it!
"Okay, okay! This is really an
effective live alarm clock, so let's
get them all together!" Maka pinched
her nose with her free hand and then
climbed up from the ground, "Hey,
That's right. Good morning, Luna!"
......
Breakfast time passed quickly Or,
in fact, there is nothing to mention.
The food in the United Kingdom has
always been terrible. This is even
true in the magic world. Not to
mention that the Lovegoods’ economic
situation has not been very good. The
sales of magazines directly led to the
majority of their profits will be used
as the next period's funds. The real
life of the Galleon is simply pitiful.
.
After Luna's dad hastily solved
his breakfast, he morphed out. Before
leaving, he deliberately married Luna,
probably letting her go around with
Maca and the like. The Maca who is
covering his mouth and wondering how
to make Gordigen tea better, did not
listen too carefully.
Luna and her father loved the
drink, but Maca said it was difficult
to accept. Compared to the colorful
fish soup that was equally significant
last night, the Gordian root tea,
which also has Lough Gurd's home,
obviously only makes people feel pain.
"It's really a kind of impact
drink," Maca said with a sigh, and
lifted his neck to pour the liquid
from his cup into his throat. "Well,
then where are we going?"
Luna looked at her father's
position and left. After a while, Luna
replied, "I don't know."
Macka heard his head groaning and
thought about it. He could not help
but ask, "Is there any neighbors
around here?
I mean the wizards."
"Well, the most recent is the
Fawcett home," Luna said, looking back
at the window. "A little further is
Otter's village of St. Catchpole, Mr.
Weasley and Digori of the Ministry of
Magic." The gentleman kept his home
near that."
Maca nodded and wondered if he had
visited another wizard's house and had
a good time. He suddenly responded to
the name that had passed through it.
“Weasley?” he looked up and looked
at Luna. “Is that...they are all red-
haired wizarding families?”
"Ms. Molly is not." Luna shook her
head and looked very sly. "Her hair is
brown."
Maca couldn't help but laugh.
"It's really brown." Luna saw and
repeated in a serious manner.
"OK, ok," Maca looked at Luna and
smiled harder. "Of course it is. Of
course. I mean, how about we go to sit
in the Weasleys?"
Luna nodded indifferently, as if
she didn't care much about where to
go. "Oh!"
Not long after the two had
cleaned up the dining table and the
kitchen together, Maca looked at Luna
and disappeared into some of the dirty
fireplaces with the same green flame.
"Well, grab a hand, say the place,
and then sprinkle it." Maca groaned
and walked toward the fireplace.
Suddenly he seemed to think of
something to stop.
"Yes, we must read clearly." It
seems that he probably remembered
Harry's trip to the alley.
"The Weasleys." "Oh!"
I do not know why, Maca produced
more green flames than
Luna's. Fortunately, this special
magical flame reaction did not convey
the ability to transport dead objects.
Otherwise, it was estimated that the
fire that had come to the ceiling was
estimated to have moved the whole
fireplace together to the Weasleys.
When Maca appeared in the
fireplace of Weasley's house, Luna was
talking to Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, must you be Maca? Miss Luna
just told you about me." When she saw
Maca come out, Mrs. Weasley
immediately turned and greeted him.
"Welcome to our house."
Saying that, Mrs. Weasley suddenly
went over and opened the window.
"Fred, George, Ron! Come in and come
in. Two guests are coming!"
Macka heard that he had
stretched his neck and gave him a
look. He just saw a big boy with a
freckled face on his back who was
lying down with a hairy mouse. Behind
him was a shorter boy.
"Fred, give it back to me! That's
what Percy gave me."
"Hey, Ron, wait first! I just
think it needs a bit of hair growth
agent."
 "Don't be noisy! Didn't you see
any guests? You can't give me a moment
of silence!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at
once.
"George?"
Fred spread the hand and then
said:
"Mom, I'm George."
"Well, where is Fred then?" asked
Mrs. Weasley.
Suddenly someone pushed the two
boys away and stepped in. He said with
one voice: "Oh, Mom! I'm George.
You've mistaken us again."
Mrs. Weasley immediately changed
her face, and she began a new round of
reprimand. Luna, laughing and laughing
like a madman, could not stop.
Maca looked at the scene in front
of him, and UU couldn't help but
sighed on his forehead.
"Sorry, eh, Mr. Maca?" On the
other side of the fireplace, not far
behind Marca, a weak and weak voice
suddenly sounded. "The house is always
noisy."
When Maca heard the voice, she
turned back and found that the girl
who spoke was a girl with the same red
hair. She looked smaller than the
other children.
"Ah, it's nothing. I'm just not
used to being too lively." He probably
guessed that the girl in front of him
must have been the smallest child of
Weasley, Ginny.
 Maca looked at her and looked back
at the three boys being taught by Mrs.
Weasley and sighed. He really can not
figure out, this is also a family, how
can we educate such extreme and
diverse brothers and sisters?
The eldest son Bill is always a
rocker, Percy is wild and full of
love, the twins are netted in pranks,
and Ron is always a little biased
towards inferiority.
Only the second son Charlie and
the smallest Ginny are more like
normal people.
 Of course, he is not sure whether
the memory in his mind is right or
not. After all, it's too late and he
really can't remember.
"Thank you, thank you. Thank you
for your concern, Miss Ginny."
Ginny looked at Marca's smile and
felt a little strange. Did someone
mention him with him? At least she
hasn't had time to introduce herself.
"It's all right. I haven't even
come to meet the guests." Mrs. Weasley
finally ended her long reprimand,
beckoning her children to come
together.
Auntie Currie was a little
quieter, except for Luna, who was
still laughing there and the
embarrassing laughter kept echoing in
the room.
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In general, Maca did not have much
interest in the Weasleys. As said
before, he did not like this lively
scene.
Only Ron, who is part of the
future trio, has too many stories
involved him. Although Maca has not
remembered many details, it does not
prevent him from wanting to meet Ron.
In his opinion, this is a breakthrough
made by him and Harry and Hermione.
Of course, it does not need to go
too far.
On the same day, Maca and Luna
used home for lunch in Weasley and
then played one afternoon in the
House. After that, they returned to
Lovegood again.
It is worth mentioning that he has
already made an appointment with Mrs.
Weasley. They will go to Diagon Alley
at the end of next month to purchase
the necessary supplies for admission.
Ron has also received Hogwarts’s.
Admission Notice.
The days of Lovegood's family
passed quickly. Maca talked with Luna
and talked with him everyday.
Sometimes the topics of conversation
may be a bit ambiguous, but most of
the time they talked very quickly.
But the happy days always seemed
short-lived, the time passed quickly,
and soon it was time to say goodbye to
Mrs. Weasley. That morning, Maca said
goodbye to the father and daughter of
Luna, and then took his suitcase again
into the fireplace of the Lovegoods's
house.
Luna's family has lived for nearly
a month. How cheeky again, Macka also
estimates that he should say goodbye.
Of course, before leaving, Macka
helped Mr.
Lovegood repair a broken fence,
leaving him a good impression.
At the last time, Luna showed her
expression for the first time. Maca
wondered whether this was a pretty
good start? To tell the truth, he is
still very eager to the girl who is
sometimes smart and sometimes off-
line, although not to the extent that
she likes it.
"Oh!"
 When Maca arrived at Diagon Alley,
Luna and her father stared blankly at
the empty fireplace. Obviously, this
time, someone finally discovered the
vision of Maca when they used fly
powder – they were shocked.
The high green flames that were
captured passed from behind them, and
almost to Mr. Lovegood's robe. If he
stood closer, he would probably go to
Diagon Alley with Maca.
......
The place that Maka and Mrs.
Weasley had an appointment with was
the
Patsch shop, which was behind the
Leaky Cauldron. According to Ron, he
doesn't need to buy anything because
he will use Charlie's used second-hand
goods.
"In addition to a new one, because
Charlie's leaked underneath that
mouth."
Ron, who was saying this, seemed
reluctant. "I would rather have missed
a Standard Curse, Beginner, which is
more expensive." It doesn't seem so
stupid."
But when Maka stood at the
entrance of the shop, she looked
inward and afterwards discovered that
he was probably coming early.
"After all, go to Gringotts
first!" Maca looked around and decided
to act according to the original plan.
Gringotts is the only bank in the
magic world. It is operated by Fairy.
It has its branches all over the
world. The goblins provided related
services for depositing money and
renting a vault. Of course, there are
also corners like currency exchange.
At the entrance of a few
fairies, Maka stepped into the marble
hall of Gringotts. As soon as he
entered, he was humiliated by the busy
but orderly scene.
About a dozen or so goblins sat on
a bar stool behind a row of long
counters. Some used copper coins to
weigh coins, some used eyepieces to
inspect gems, and registered them on
large books. There are countless doors
in the hall, leading to different
places, and many fairies guide
customers through the doorways.
Really, such scenes were rare, and
Macka stood on the door for a moment
and then passed to the counter with
the nameplate of the Muggle Exchange
Office. "Time is money and my friend,"
Maga looked at a young goblin on the
high stool and could not help but blew
a famous saying. Then she asked, "What
is the exchange rate for the pound?"
"Oh--yes, yes," the goblin on the
counter heard a sharp slap in his
eyes, and seemed to hear a reasonable
dictum.
He carefully examined Macka and said,
"This is the exchange rate for the
British pound today." 5.01,
distinguished guests, do you need to
redeem? The fee is
1.5 points."
Maca quickly took out most of his
money from the suitcase and deposited
all the money into the Gringotts after
he had gone through the redemption
procedures.
He only left himself with 100 gold
galeons on his side.
"I am very happy to serve you, Mr.
I wish you a lot of money!" At the end
of the night, the goblin happily told
him with a sharp voice.
When Maka came to the gate, he
vaguely heard a familiar cry coming
from behind him.
"Time is money my friend!"
"It's really moving." Maka smiled
grinned and left the place with joyful
pace.
 "Well, where are you going next?
Or will you go around first?"
Just as Macka thought about
going there, his eyes were attracted
by another twisting road opposite
Gringotts.
The shops in Diagon Alley are
already crowded enough, but it seems
obviously narrower on the other side.
Even the light is covered by bizarre
buildings, which makes people feel a
bit gloomy.
Maca froze in place and walked
over there.
 The three shops at the
intersection have closed the door and
the windows have been pulled tightly
with heavy flannel curtains. The name
of the shop on the door is not quite
clear. It has obviously been abandoned
for years.
Going a few steps further, a
small shop called "The Giant Spider"
is opening the store door and it seems
that there are many strange creatures
in the cage, reminding him of a
content on the shopping list. -
Students can bring an owl or a cat or
a cub.
Maybe it's not bad to go in.
Anyway, he came too early today and
there was still a lot of time.
“Welcome, young guests.” In the
innermost part of the store, an old
witch with a wide-brimmed peaked cap
whispered in a ghastly voice.
“...Please take a look.”
Maca took a few glances over
there, and then one by one saw
creatures on both sides of the cage.
 To put it plainly, he is just a
look. Most of the creatures in him do
not know, but this does not hinder his
curiosity.
Suddenly, he saw a black owl. It
looked very large. It was at least two
times larger than the one in the "Lady
Owl Store" that had passed before.
"What kind of owl is this?" Maca
said, turning to the old witch inside.
"Long-eared xiao (xiao),
originating in Sumatra, is good at
hunting and vigilance. It is good at
predicting the arrival of earthquakes
and tsunami." The old witch spoke in a
hazy way, with dry and chapped lips
opening and closing, and lack of
inclination. A yellow tooth is clearly
visible.
Maca looked at the caged owl again
and saw that it was looking at himself
quietly and could not help asking:
"How much?"
The old witch grinned with a grin,
and the stiff smile was horrible,
"Twenty
Galleon, my sir."
Maca took a look at the old witch
and his face never changed. "Come on,
Madame, I'm not Hogwarts's gang of
children."
The old witch looked up at Macka
hesitantly, then lifted his bowed back
slightly, and his voice became louder.
"Well, sir, fifteen gallons are not
the same price."
This time Maca did not even look
at her and turned to go outside, as
fast as if she was escaping from any
filth.
"Wait, wait, Mr. Wait, ten, not
...
eight, at least eight!" the old witch
suddenly shouted.
Maca heard the words go back and
no longer cut down. Although he is
sure that there is still a lot of
profit in this price, he is almost the
same, and he would no longer be able
to buy a bargain.
 "The deal." Maca took out eight
gold Galleons on the counter, then
picked up the cage and walked out of
the shop. "Wait! The price of the
cage is another!" The old witch chased
the door, but found that Maca had
already disappeared into the crowd on
the street.
At this time, she stood in the
doorway to be surprised to find that
UU read www. Uukanshu.com This old
witch is actually two meters high!
"Abominable! It's a terrible
little dwarf. It's just like the
American gang of vampires!" The old
witch couldn't find the goal, but he
had to go back.
Of course, Marka did not run far,
he just walked two steps, and then got
into a shop called “Melochi Museum”.
“Welcome to the Meroch Museum of
Treasures. There is something here.
You can pick it out!” A small man who
was even shorter than Marca suddenly
popped out from behind a shelf, and
the sharp voice was better than
Gouling’s goblins.
Also half the tone.
"I'm oh."
Macka casually spoke out of the
large basket next to the shelf... Oh
no, half wand. The half wand was
scarred, and there were several deep
scratches on the wand. Even the
visceral cane could be seen at the
fracture.
"This is a curiosity?" Maga looked
at the little stick in her hand and
looked very strange.
 But the short-haired wizard seemed
to think it was a baby. He shouted
excitedly, waving his hands. "Oh, yes!
The wand used by Greenwood during his
student days, Zizuki, the dragon's
heart, and ten. Four and three quarter
inches...I mean once."
Maca sighed and threw the half
wand back into the basket.
Later, Maca picked up a few
gadgets on the shelf and watched them.
The dwarf danced around him and blew a
series of stories that sounded fake
enough to seem to cause Macka to pay
attention.
Just as Macka put down his hand
and was ready to leave, his eyes
suddenly aimed at it, and there was an
inconspicuous blue light flashing
through the cracks in the shelves!
Maca immediately removed his gaze
and pretended to look down at other
goods.
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"What is it? It looks like a
coin..."
Marka secretly recalled the secret
blue light he had just seen while
playing with the objects in his hand.
He temporarily pressed the intention
to get out of here and pulled another
broken wood from another large basket
next to it.
He pretended to ask curiously,
after listening to the plausible
commentary of the short wizard, asked
the price of interest.
"Ten galleons! This will surely
have ten Galleons. It's worth it. How
rare are you to see it?"
Macka saw that he would continue
to flicker and had to wave his hand to
interrupt the other speaker's speech
and repay the price once. "Three
galleons, as far as I know, it's only
worth three."
Maca's tone is unusually firm, as
if he knew exactly what the true value
of this so-called "Helber Basswood"
was.
“No! It's impossible! At least
eight gold gallons! You must know that
the black wizard of that year, the
scum of Helbo, buried himself...”
Without waiting for him to finish,
Maca interrupted again, "Four Golden
Galleons! No more!"
As soon as the short wizard had
spoken and stopped, Maca pretended to
sneeze with exasperation, and took
something out of the shelf gap with a
very random gesture. Then he murmured:
"OK! Add this, Both of them are eight
Galleons! Otherwise I will not!"
Maca took eight gold galeons on
the counter not far away, and then
stared at the short wizard to see it.
Suddenly the other party was
silent. He looked down at what was in
his heart, and looked at the eight
galleons on the counter and looked at
his grievances.
 This is an old-looking coin, heavy
on the palm, but it looks like there
is nothing special about it.
"Well, all right, when I gave you,
I would like to pay you eight
galeons." He whispered helplessly, and
he received the coins from the counter
in a locked drawer...
On the street, Maca feels good. He
played with the old coins in his
hands, and he was ecstatic in his
heart. It seemed that even the dark
path had become bright.
 Of course, he did not have a
chance to see the short princess in
the Meroch Museum, who was showing his
equally proud smile.
“Pride is the most precious asset
of mankind. It can make Merlot
profitable.” The short wizard
shamelessly patted the drawer where
the money was released, and a burst of
gold coins sounded.
The old coin in the hands of Maca
was naturally the magic of this dwarf.
In fact, it was a dirty cast iron
currency.
 Not to mention the tricks of the
profiteers first, on the other side,
satisfied Macka estimated that the
time should be almost, so he went
along the way.
"what?"
When Maca reached the
intersection, she saw a tall figure in
the crowd and walked out from the gate
of Gringotts.
"Mixed Giant Hagrid?" Maca
whispered and walked over there.
 When he drilled into the crowd, he
immediately discovered the little
figure around Hagrid.
"Hey! You're the famous one... Is
that Mr. Harry Potter?" Maca took a
deliberate look up and down at the boy
before he started.
The boy had not yet had time to
respond, and the people he had heard
had already come together.
"Oh, my God, Harry Potter!"
"Really? Oh -!"
 "Come on! I feel like I'm
dreaming!"
The crowd immediately talked about
it, and several of them were still
desperate to get together. It was like
seeing rare magical creatures.
Maca looked around, flew up and
pulled out Harry's sleeve and ran up,
beckoning to Hagrid to catch up. When
they all got into the waste shop, Maca
and Harry were relieved.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think they
would.
Maca said embarrassedly.
"Oh, it's nothing," said Harry,
who looked at his own age's Maca who
shook his head. "But why? This is the
second time. I seem to be famous?"
Maca looked at Hagrid and seemed
to nod his head as he realized.
"Um... I'm sorry, but it doesn't
seem like I should explain it to
you.” Maka scratched her head, though
he was too lazy to talk about it.
Just as Harry tried to question,
Hagrid had already joined it.
 "Well, well, since we are here,
then we might as well go and buy a
wand first!" Hagrid patted Macka's
shoulder and said gladly, "You will
come together!
Hey..."
"Maka, Macka McLean." Maca said
nodding.
"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean." Hagrid also
nodded.
"No, I mean, just call me Maca."
Maca said, suddenly put his hand
on Hagrid's ass. He immediately
noticed this, and his heart burst into
embarrassment.
"Scorpio, you are so tall!" In
order to alleviate the embarrassment,
Maka intentionally squeezed the
braids.
Hagrid heard a grin, but he didn't
say anything.
Macka only reacted and it is
estimated that Hagrid will still care
about his own lineage. Of course,
according to Hager's character, he was
concerned that the children's
perception of him, rather than his own
bloodline itself.
When Maca saw him, he immediately
extended his hand back to his back,
regardless of whether he was ass or
shoulders. He smiled easily and said:
"In Gringotts, one of the goblins also
said so to me."
"Ha ha ha! You can't be much
taller than a fairy." Hagrid was not
stupid. He obviously had realized that
Maca was in an active easing
atmosphere.
 Harry, who was standing on the
side, looked at the two in front of
him. It was a bit strange. He couldn't
figure out exactly what the two men
were talking about. It just felt a bit
strange.
"Well, go! Let's go to Ollivander
across from where you will definitely
be able to buy the best wand."
Yes, wand - this is exactly what
Maca and Harry are dreaming about.
This is a small storefront that
looks dilapidated. The gold sign on
the door has been peeled off. It
reads, "Ollivander: Produced excellent
wands since BC 238."
In the dusty window, a magic wand
was left alone on a faded purple
cushion.
When they entered the shop,
there was a tingle of ringing bells in
the back of the shop. The shop is very
small, except for a bench, nothing
else.
Hagrid sat on the bench and Harry
had a strange feeling on his side, as
if he were in a strictly managed
library.
He suppressed many of the salaries
just born in his head and began to
look at the thousands of narrow
cartons almost to the ceiling. I do
not know why, he suddenly felt his
hair. The dust and silence here seem
to make people feel mysterious magic
hidden.
"Good morning," said a soft voice,
shocking Harry.
Hagrid, who was sitting in his
seat, seemed to be scared, because
suddenly there was a loud, buzzing
sound, and he quickly stood up from
the bench.
An old man stood in front of them.
His big, shallow eyes were as bright
as two moons shining in dark shops.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Macka
made a greeting in courtesy.
Harry looked a little restrained,
but also followed Maca to say "hello."
"Oh, yes," said the old man. "Yes,
yes. I know I'll see you soon, Harry
Potter. It's not a problem. Your eyes
are the same as your mother, when she
was here." To buy her first wand, it
was just like it happened yesterday.
It was tenand-a-quarter inches long,
wicker, and it was a good magic wand
that was good for casting.”
When Mr. Ollivander came to Harry,
Harry hoped that he would wink more.
His silvery eyes made Harry sweat
straight.
“Your father is different. He
likes a mahogany wand. It is eleven
inches long, flexible, and more
powerful. It is best for deformity. I
say your father likes it—indeed, of
course. The wand is the wizard who
chooses it!
Mr. Ollivander did not seem to
notice the side of Maca, he got closer
and closer to Harry, his nose was
attached to Harry's face. Harry could
even see the old man's shadow in his
cloudy eyes.
"Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander
stroked the lightning-shaped scar on
Harry's forehead with his long
fingers.
 "I'm sorry, it was a magic wand
that I sold," he said softly.
"Thirteen inches and a half long.
Ziyou's. UU is very powerful and
strong. It fell into the hands of the
bad guys... If you knew that this wand
was made, it would do something like
this...”
Mr. Ollivander gently sighed, but
looked up again at Harry’s back. He
seemed to recognize Hagrid. This made
Harry finally relieved.
"Ruper! Rubenhaeger! It was so
happy to see you again....Oak's,
sixteen inches long, a little bit
bent, right?" "Yes, sir," said
Hagrid.
"That was a good wand. But I
suppose they were killed by them when
they expelled you?" said Mr.
Ollivander, suddenly becoming serious.
"Ah, yes, it was because of them.
Yes," said Hagrid, moving slowly. "I
still have a wretched wand."
"But don't you use it?" asked Mr.
Ollivander hurriedly.
 "Oh, no, sir," said Hagrid, and
Harry noticed that Hagrid had grasped
the pink umbrella as he answered.
Of course, Maka could not care
about Hagrid's small broken umbrella,
because Ollivander finally put his
eyes on him.
"Oh, this is a new face. Hello,
child." Ollivander's interest in Maca
does not seem to be as strong as
Harry's. This is clearly what it
should be, and Maca has no stranger
experience in life experience. Let
others know him, "What's your name?"
 "Maca McLean." Maca answered.
"Oh, yes, Mr. McLean," said Mr.
Ollivander, scanning his eyes with a
sharp eye. "Then, two gentlemen, who
are you?"
He took a long tape measure with
a silver scale from his pocket and
took a serious look on his face, and
Maca patted Harry's back to indicate
that he would go first.
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"boom!"
The process of purchasing the wand
by Harry Potter took a long time until
the tried wand was piled up on a bench
into a hill. This found a suitable
one. In the middle of Harry, even the
wand was out of control and broke a
light color.
Vase.
Maca looked at the point of the
wand that was in Harry's hand at the
moment, and it was like fireworks. The
walls were dotted with beating spots.
Hagrid clashed and cried out, and
Mr. Ollivander shouted: "Oh, it's
great! Oh, really, it's very good.
Oops, oh, oh... it's amazing. It's so
amazing..."
He packed Harry's wand in a box
and wrapped it in a sheet of brown
oil. He kept saying "wonderful" in his
mouth.
"I'm sorry," said Harry, "what
makes you wonder?"
 Ollivander watched Harry with his
pale, pale eyes.
"I remember every wand I sold, Mr.
Potter. I remember every wand. In fact
it was like this - two tail feathers of
the same phoenix, one made this wand,
and the other The tail feather made
another wand."
Ollivander paused and continued:
"You are destined to use this wand,
and its brother... cough, it was his
brother who gave you that scar."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
 "Yes, it's 13 inches and a half
long. It's so wonderful how to have
such a thing. Remember, it's a wand to
choose a wizard! I think, you will
accomplish something big, Mr.
Potter... In any case, the mysterious
person I couldn't nominate did a great
thing—although it was terrible, it
was a big deal.
Harry suddenly feels terrified. He
was not sure whether he liked this Mr.
Ollivander, but he still paid seven
gallons to buy this wand that seemed
to have deep roots with him.
 "Yes, all right," Ollivander
nodded, looking at Maca with his sharp
eyes. "Mr. McLean, it's time for you.
Please come and let me."
"I used to use my right hand."
Maca has already seen the flow and
immediately began to measure with
Ollivander.
The tape measure automatically
pulled out and floated on Maca's body,
from shoulder to fingertip, from wrist
to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to
underarm, and finally measured head
circumference.
Even if he had already seen it
again, Maca still couldn't figure out
what these measuring steps really did.
The measuring tape was measuring
right here, and Ollivander continued
to chant: "Yes yes, just said, every
Ollivander wand is unique. If you use
the wand of another wizard, the effect
Definitely discounted! Always keep in
mind - is the wand in the selection
wizard."
 Finally, when the tape measure
floated in front of Maca and gave him
a measure of the distance between the
nostrils, he felt that he had not
experienced such silly scenes for a
long time.
"Okay," Ollivander said, and the
tape fell to the ground and rolled.
"Well, Mr. McLean, try this one! The
wood and dragon's ear nerves do. Ten
inches long, sensitive." It's slim and
powerful.
You give it a try."
 Maca took it and waved it. The
soft red light flashed over the club
head.
"Oh! Yes, I don't think so
well..." Ollivander said, suddenly
stopping. "Wait, try this one.
Boxwood, Unicorn, nine and three-
quarters of an inch.
Sensitive but firmer."
Macka froze, then put down his
wand and took the other one he had
handed.
 Do not know whether it was the
gesture of waving or something else.
This time, there was a little golden
glow on the staff and there was even a
sacred breath spread out.
"What, what's going on?"
Ollivander was like seeing something
unthinkable. His sharp eyes were full
of doubts. "Or else, try this again?"
He also pulled a box from the
shelf behind him, "Rosewood, Dragon's
heart, Fourteen and a quarter inches
long, hard, strong, and full of power.
”
 His choice this time seems to be
exactly the opposite of the two just
made, which makes Macka feel more at a
loss.
Maca took the slightly
purplecolored wand and waved again. A
fiery red glow flew from the tip of
the cane, knocking down the shelves
behind Ollivander to the ground and
making a loud roar.
The four were all shocked, but
Ollivander was once again in a state
of consternation after being
frightened.
 Maca and Hagrid, Harry, look at
me. I look at you and I don't know
what happened. See Mr. Ollivander's
silence. They are sensible to stay
where they are and try not to disturb
his thinking.
In the magic world, magic wand is
always an extremely complex research
discipline, and it is rare to be able
to create wands. At this moment,
besides Mr. Ollivander, I am afraid
that I would not be able to find the
second person who has a deep
understanding of magic wand learning
all over Diagon Alley.
"I don't understand, I really
don't understand it," Ollivander
suddenly raised his head again, and
yelled at Macka. "Every single wand on
the bench has been picked up and
waved, quickly!"
Macca looked to the wand that had
been placed there before Harry tried,
and looked back at the shelf behind
Olivier.
"But, sir, that shelf..."
 "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry
about it, just wave it."
Seeing that people do not care
about the consequences, Macka
naturally has no psychological burden,
and then picks up his wand and
flutters. For a time, the light,
smoke, wand box, and even the shelves
all rammed in the store with the wand
in the hands of Maca, stirring the
whole Ollivander wand shop in a mess.
"Well, OK," Ollivander quickly
called Maca to stop, and then looked
at his hand, his puzzled look
revealed.
"Don't understand. It doesn't make
sense.
Every wand is perfectly suited. may?"
Even if Ollivander could not
figure out something, Maca was
naturally confused. Eventually, in the
reluctant look of Mr. Ollivander, Maca
chose a wand that had just made the
biggest move, and he left with Hagrid
and Harry. The house has almost become
a garbage dump. Wand shop.
 From Ollivander, the three men
together checked the list and bought
everything one by one. When they
reached the end of the road, Maca
looked at the Patsch shop and
remembered something.
"Oh, no! I had an appointment with
Mrs. Weasley at the store. It would be
worse."
"Madame Weasley?" Hagrid said,
looking into the store. "Don't worry,
I saw her. You haven't missed yet."
Maca looked at Hagrid and said
in his heart that “Scorpio, you are
so tall.” This made them stand out
from each other, and they even
squeezed into the direction of the
store.
The time is almost noon, and there
are more people in Diagon Alley than
in the morning. It's just a bit
boring.
"Madame Weasley, how are you..."
Maca finally managed to get around
to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, and was
interrupted before she could finish.
 "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were
back!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem angry,
but instead made an apology first.
"Ron's rats got into the hole in the
garden and they were chased by the
goblins and they were stricken. We are
coming late..."
Ron took his face and said, "Then
my mother took me up again and said
that I didn't care for streaks, but
you know..."
"Okay! This is obviously your
problem. Don't make excuses!" Mrs.
Weasley shouted.
Maca sees Mrs. Weasley appearing
to start again and has to open the
subject. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't
think it's okay. In fact, I met Hagrid
when I got to
Gringotts to withdraw money. Oh, Harry
Potter."
When Mrs. Weasley heard the
name, she immediately came to God. Of
course,
Macka had expected this for a long
time.
 After shopping here, Maca's
shopping trip finally drew to a close.
To be honest, he was a little tired,
but he still had to hold a lot of
things and continue to go forward,
although Ron had helped him a lot.
"Maka, just give me some points.
I'll help you with some more," said
Mrs.
Weasley.
"No, it's absolutely not okay. How
can we let Ms. raise things?" Macka
insisted.
 This sentence said that Mrs.
Weasley was very happy. She grabbed
the owl cage in Macar's hand and her
face was full of smiles. "Oh! Little
Maca, you can really talk. I'm sure
you will definitely be able to charm a
large number of girls in the future."
The real unmarried young women can
be harder than you, and Maca whispered
in her heart.
In the middle of July, the weather
in the UK is still as mild as usual.
However, it is always cloudy, and it
is still a kind of feeling that people
feel powerless.
To be honest, Maca didn't want to
go to Weasley's house, but he
eventually stayed there for a few
days.
Until next month, he finally
left there and rented a room upstairs
in the Leaky Cauldron. It stayed until
the Hogwarts started.
During this time, Maca put time
into the preparation of magic
textbooks. He found himself very
interested in these interesting
knowledge, although he still felt that
the content of the book “Magic
Theory” was a bit paradoxical.
"...So, how did this formula come
from?" Maca stared at a magical
formula in the book and said annoyed.
In the process of reading and
remembering, he discovered that many
of the key magic theories in this book
have an obvious feature. That is, the
author never explains the source of
his formula.
This is really a heartbreaking Maca.
Find.
"I know it but I don't know why it
is. Isn't the magic theory actually
the cumulative experience of every
generation of shamans since ancient
times?" He gave a painful
embarrassment as he looked exhausted.
However, in the last month or so,
in addition to boring knowledge of
magic, there was actually a small
episode. Of course, to me, it is not
appropriate to say it now, because
today is the last day of August and
tomorrow is September 1.
Hogwarts is going to start school!
Chapter 6 Hogwarts
Express
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
The sun on September 1 was
particularly bright, and it seems that
even God is congratulating every
freshman on the school entrance.
The sky above London was
transparent, and there was a hint of
cloud on the blue sky. A refreshing
breeze swept over everyone's ear, such
as whispering and intoxicating.
Maca bought a new suitcase at
Diagon Alley. This box was a second-
hand item bought at a scrap shop. The
traceless stretch spell in it was a
bit damaged, and the space became much
smaller. But fortunately, the Ministry
of Magic's permission stickers. It is
also firmly attached to the inner
flap.
Maca tried to belittle the box and
cut it several times. Afterwards, he
finally swallowed it with pain. At
this moment, he was walking in the
platform aisle of King's Cross station
with ease, enjoying the happy mood of
buying with Galleon - only one owl for
luggage, and a lightweight suitcase.
Such a trip was How beautiful.
Soon, he came to the platform
between the 9th and the 10th platform,
but he stared at the stout support
column hesitated.
"Oh?" Maca said, reaching out and
passing through the wall of the stone
brick, he couldn't help but be
surprised.
 The first time I was always
unaccustomed, although I would not
feel pain, but there was still some
tension. With a small step forward, he
found himself passing through to the
real Hogwarts Express platform.
The smoke of the steam locomotive
lingers over the hustle and bustle.
Cats of various colors are worn under
people's feet. In the buzzing voice of
the crowd and the noise of hauling
heavy luggage, the owl also shrieked,
and you called me.
 The owls that stood on Macka's left
shoulder looked much larger than the
others, and were very quiet. They
didn't cry like the little ones. It has
bright eyes and looks at crowded crowds
in front of the aisle and is completely
unmoved. Yes, after this period of
time, Maca found that his pure black
owl did not seem to like to stay in a
cage. Since he released it, it has never
returned.
"Mafa, let's go!" Maca gave it a
rather prestigious name - Malfurion,
of course, abbreviated as "Mafa."
 "Oh," said Malfaeu softly,
agreeing.
There were already a lot of people
in the carriages. Maca passed through
several cars and they did not see
anyone who knew them. So he randomly
chose a compartment with few people to
go in.
"Oh, good morning!" Maca said as
he stood in front of the door and
nodded.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
 "Of course, please!" answered a
black-haired boy.
The boy looked a little restrained
and didn't seem to be very good at
communicating with people. After
answering the sentence, he retreated
to his seat and stopped talking.
“Do you mind introducing
yourself? ” Macca saw that the
atmosphere in the cubicle was a bit
cold and had to start with a topic.
“My name is Maca, Maca
McLean, are you?”
 "... Anthony Goldstein." The
darkhaired boy groaned, looking more
nervous.
It seems that he does not seem to
be very good at chatting. Maca nodded
and no longer communicated with him
further. He still had a lot to do! For
example, endorsements, endorsements,
and endorsements.
Removed a "Thousands of Magical
Herbs and Apes" from the suitcase and
Maca read it in detail - it was a bit
thick, and the variety of plants
inside was quite complicated. He still
had only one back. A little lower.
It took a little while, and two
people came into the cubicle. It seems
that because of the increasing number
of people, Anthony, the dark-haired,
has always been in an unnatural state
from the very beginning. He forced
himself to look out of the window and
pretend to be looking at the scenery.
"Hello, everyone! My name is Ernie
McMillan. I'm very happy to meet you."
The blond boy who just came in looks
so sunny.
He looked at Maca sitting across from
him and asked aloud.
Maca nodded at him and introduced
himself with a smile. He turned to
look at the girl who came in last.
"Well, that..." The girl was
stroking her long brown hair and
seemed to want to make them more
compliant. It seemed that she wasn't
happy with her natural, slightly
curled hair.
"Lisa, Lisa Dupin... Oh!" she
said, suddenly screaming, probably
licking too hard and pulling a few
hairs.
“Hey, Macka! I said, what book
are you looking at?” Ernie was short
and chunky, but the outfit was
gorgeous and bright, and it looked
like the family was good.
However, Maca did not find in his
body those arrogance tempered by the
children of the noble family. It
seemed to be a worthy friend.
 "Oh, I'm looking at the textbook!"
Maca put up the book and showed it to
Ernie.
"Hey! This book is also in my
family, but I never thought of going
to see it. It was too thick, and the
title looked mostly boring." Ernie
scratched his head and made it neat.
The blonde becomes messy.
Lisa sitting beside Maca looked at
Ernie's hair and frowned. However, she
didn't say anything. She just turned
to look at Maca.
 Macka has always felt that
maintaining a neat appearance is a
necessary task, which can make others
feel good about themselves. After all,
most people still like flat dress and
a clean appearance, although Maca
personally feels comfortable.
Lisa secretly looked at Maca and
then nodded with satisfaction.
Obviously, this seemingly cute
girl is not only very demanding on her
appearance, but also the same for
others.
 After that, except that Anthony
was basically not very annoyed, the
other three had some preliminary
exchanges and said that they had a lot
to do in school. Of course, Lisa
obviously prefers to speak to Maca,
although Ernie, who is a bit nerve-
thin, doesn't find it.
As for the harvest on this road,
in addition to dozens of dozens of
herbal medicines, the rest is probably
"and Miss
Hermione Granger rushed to face!"
However, her arrogant attitude, super-
fast speed, and frantic rules of
action are really making Maka a bit
overwhelmed. After he had a few
perfunctory words, Hermione hurried
off again.
By the way, she was helping
Neville to find a cockroach—probably
so. In fact, Maca basically didn't
hear it clearly. At that time, his
attention was entirely devoted to the
memory of the herbal name!
The Hogwarts express train
traveled throughout the day and it was
already dark as the speed slowly
slowed down.
The terminal of the train is set
opposite the lake outside the Hogwarts
back entrance. Freshmen are required
to take a four-person boat to
Hogwarts, which is probably one of
Hogwarts' traditions. Of course, if
you feel that you have seasickness in
the future, maybe you can go around
the lake and go to the front door,
although this sounds a bit silly.
 "Lower!" shouted Hagrid, who was
in a boat when the first boats
approached the cliff.
Everyone bowed their heads and the
boat carried them through the ivy
draperies covering the front of the
cliff to the secret open entrance.
They seemed to have come down the
castle grounds along a dark tunnel and
eventually reached a place resembling
an underground dock. Then they climbed
a gravel and pebbled ground.
In the light of Hagrith's lamp,
the freshmen climbed into a tunnel in
the rock, and finally reached a flat
damp grassland under the shadow of the
castle.
Everyone climbed a stone staircase
and gathered in front of a huge oak
door.
"Is it all together?" Hagrid
lifted his huge fist and knocked three
times at the castle gate.
The door suddenly opened, and a
tall, black-haired witch in a green
robe stood in front of the gate. She
looks serious and obviously looks like
a very foolish character.
"First-year freshman, Professor
McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll be handed
it over here."
In the end is Hogwarts Castle,
even if it is the back door of the
hall are scary. There is a row of
burning torches on the stone wall. The
ceiling is so high that it is barely
visible. On the front is a luxurious
marble staircase that leads upstairs.
 There was a vague vocal in the
door to the right, and Hogwarts's
other senior students must have
arrived first. However, Professor
McGonagall did not bring them directly
to the inside, but instead led
everyone to an empty room opposite the
hall.
There is not much space in this
empty room. New students are joined
together. Most people are nervously
watching everything around them.
Macka naturally is no exception.
He took his suitcase and was pushed
into the corner by the crowd. Even the
Owl Mafa had no choice but to stand on
top of his head.
"Welcome you to Hogwarts," said
Professor McGonagall. "The school
dinner is about to begin, but before
you enter the restaurant, you must
first of all decide which college you
each go to. Classification is a It's
an important ritual, because when you
were in school, the college was like
your home in
Hogwarts..."
 Maca was squeezed behind and did
not listen carefully to the interest
of Professor McGonagall's speech, but
waited quietly for the beginning of
everything.
"...I'll come over to you when I'm
ready," Professor McGonagall said.
"When you wait, please be quiet."
As soon as Professor McGonagall's
voice had just fallen, Maca suddenly
heard a "click".
 "Ralph!" A boy shouted from the
front, and Maca shook her head and
shuddered.
"Please keep quiet!"
Professor McGonagall repeated it
in hard tone, and left the room. Maca
immediately heard the smirk of several
people in front of him.
"Oh-!" Suddenly, several people
screamed in front of them.
"What happened?" Maka whispered,
limping and looking forward. "Oh,
that's-
"
Chapter 7 Judging Cap
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
Hearing screams from the front,
Marka tiptoed and looked ahead.
On the wall on the one side,
suddenly there were twenty pearl white
and translucent humanoid shadows, and
Maca took a close look. This was
probably a group of ghosts.
 They talked to each other and slid
lightly over the room, and Maca
vaguely heard the word "Phi Pi".
"...I said, What are you doing
here?" A ghost wearing a round
corrugated leotard seems to have just
discovered the first-year freshmen
below.
"New Year!" another chubby monk
smiled at them and said, "I think,
probably ready to be tested?"
Some students silently nodded and
no one spoke.
 "I hope you can get Hufflepuff!"
said the monk, "I used to attend the
college."
"Now move forward." Next to the
monk, a sharp voice said, "The branch
ceremony is about to begin."
When Professor McGonagall
returned, the ghosts floated across
the opposite wall and disappeared into
the eyes of everyone.
"Now, it's in a single line,"
Professor McGonagall said to the
firstyear freshmen. "Follow me."
 Marka came in behind the team, and
after a while she left the house with
the students in front of him - it was
impossible. Who told him to be behind
him at the beginning?
This is Hogwarts's restaurant.
Students of other grades are sitting
around four long tables. Thousands of
candles float above the table from
above the table, lighting up the
entire restaurant.
On the four tables there were
glittering gold plates and goblets.
The seniors looked at their new
students and whispered about what
would go to their college and what
might not.
On the table at the top of the
restaurant there is another long
table, which is the seat of the
teachers. Professor McGonagall
received them and asked them to line
up in front of all the teachers, and
the teachers stood quietly behind
them.
The candlesticks in midair
flashed slightly, reflecting the faces
of the seniors. The ghosts they had
just seen were also mingled with faint
silver in their midst. All of them
focused their attention on this side.
.
Looking at the enchanted ceiling
above his head, Maca looked at the
black ink-filled background dotted
with countless twinkling stars. He
looked like magic in the faint magic
smoke. He even found it on it. Several
familiar constellations.
“It was magical and it looked
like the sky outside. I read it in
Hogwarts, A History of Schools.”
Maca’s vaguely heard the slightest
voices from nearby, it sounds like
Hermione.
Professor Gee gently placed a
fourfooted stool in front of the
first-year freshman, and Maca took his
eyes back from the ceiling and fell to
his eyes. He saw Professor McGonagall
put a spired wizard's hat on the
stool, and the hat was patched. It was
very old and very dirty. To be honest,
he felt uncomfortable at the thought
that he would put the hat on top of
his head.
Seeing that the hospital hat was
put down, the faint voice in the
restaurant immediately became silent.
They all knew that the highlight was
coming.
Sure enough, the hat twisted a
few times, a crease opened like a
mouth, and it began to sing.
"You may think that I am not
beautiful, but don't look for people.
If you can find a hat that is more
beautiful than me, I can eat myself."
 Hearing here, Maca’s mouth
pumped.
"You can make your bowler hat
black and shiny, and make your high-
top silk hat smooth and crisp. I'm a
magic hat for Hogwarts' test. It is
naturally superior to your hat...."
The yard cap sang in a murky tune,
and Macka had already turned his head
back to the ceiling, which was more
interesting than that.
Only when everyone began to
clapping, Maca returned to God. Also
followed a few times, there are a
few freshmen who are familiar with
the past have been discussed with
the students around.
"Maybe I can go to Gryffindor,"
said a little boy with black long hair
beside Maca, who lowered his voice and
said to him, "My dad said, I've always
had courage. When I was a child, I
swallowed a whole lot. Flober
caterpillars!"
"Are you called Bell Griers?" Maca
said hard to swallow.
"Who is that? My surname is
Kona, Michael Kona. You can call me
Mike." The little boy Michael had a
gimmick.
They were chatting with each
other, and they saw Professor
McGonagall taking two steps forward
and gently unrolling a parchment in
his hand.
"Whoever I call the name to,
whoever puts on a hat, sits on a stool
and listens to the branch." She said,
"Hannah Abe!"
A little girl with reddened cheeks
and two blond hair buns stumbled out
of the queue and put on the hospital
hat. The hat was obviously too big for
her and suddenly covered her eyes.
Maca looked at this young girl
who was lost, and felt really weird.
She sat down, and after a short
while, she heard the graduating cap
yelling and shouted, "Hufflepuff--!"
The person on the right table
applauded Hannah and welcomed her to
sit at their table. The fat priest at
the long table was also happy to wave
at her.
 "Susan Burns."
"Hufflepitch -!" The cap shouted
again. Susan ran to Hannah quickly to
sit down.
The division continued to perform,
and the hat was skillfully exchanged
with one kind of strange groovy gems.
It seemed that every semester pondered
the boring things and passed the time.
Not surprisingly, the trio of
Harry were assigned to the Gryffindor
Academy representing boldness and
courage; Anthony and Lisa met on the
train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and
of course that Ernie was assigned to
Hufflepuff.
Michael, who was born next to Maca
and swallowed Froeber caterpillars,
did not go to Gryffindor as he
thought, but
was also assigned to Ravenclaw
College. Obviously, he can't be
reconciled.
"Maca McLean."
It was finally his turn, and Macka
heard that he immediately stepped
forward and took the branch hat. After
hesitated, he still put it on his
head.
"Oh... Looks like you're
reluctant?" The branch cap twisted and
said unhappily.
"Actually, I wish you could take a
bath for yourself." Maca also did not
deny that he estimated that the hat
could read his thoughts roughly, and
it was best to be honest.
"Well, I also think this is the
case, but I can't climb into the
bathroom myself, right?" The branch
cap twisted again and again, and the
standing tip of the cap stumbled.
"Every headmaster couldn't think of
this kind of thing. They too busy."
Slightly complained, it once
again restored the original vitality,
and picked it up.
"Uh--ahhhhh--it's very difficult,
it's very difficult," said the Yard
Hat. "It is reasonable to say that you
have to go to Ravenclaw. The
atmosphere there will allow you to
learn more fully the essence of
knowledge. But your little smart and
The overall situation can be further
cultivated in Slytherin..." "What
about Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" Maca
asked curiously.
"Ah? Gryffindor! Do you think it
is possible?" The Yard Hat asked in a
strange tone.
"Well, in fact, I think so
too..." Maka grinned, and said
helplessly.
At this time, the splitting cap
suddenly twisted himself over and used
a hat-tip to smash the wide brim, and
then said while thinking about it.
"Well, Hufflepuff, yes, yes, that's
right...you gotta Going there, this
should be the right choice."
Saying it, it doesn't wait for
Macka to speak, he just shouts his
voice and shouts: "Hatchipch -!"
Maca looked back to the four-
legged stool with a puzzled look and
walked toward Hufflepuff’s long table
with his head full of doubts. He took
a seat in the applause of the seniors.
“Welcome! Welcome everyone to
Hogwarts to start the new school year!
Before the banquet starts, I want to
say a few words. That's—idiot! Crying
nose! Dregs! Screw!” Macamon stopped
and stopped. A senior high school
student talks and looks up at the
talking
Dumbledore. "Thank you!"
After Dumbledore sat down again,
everyone began to clapping.
"What do you mean?" Maca said,
leaning to the side of the senior
student.
 "I don't know. Probably the
professor is only showing his sense of
humour." The head shrugged and said he
didn't understand. "Follow the music,
don't worry too much about it."
At this time, a large amount of
food suddenly appeared on the empty
gold plate on the long table. Roast
beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb
chops, sausage, steak, boiled
potatoes, baked potatoes, potato
chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts,
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“What is this?” Maca reached
through a plate, “Mint hard candy?”
“Professor Dumbledore recently
liked this.” The head of the
schoolforce tried to chop the lamb's
meat down and explained it with a
vague voice. “He always shares his
favorite sweets and drinks with
everyone.”
 Maca shrugged after listening,
then pushed the plate containing
peppermint far away.
"Maka, aren't you hungry?" Not far
away, Ernie looked curiously at
Macka's mouth to send roast beef to
his mouth and could not help but ask.
"Oh, actually, I eat a lot." Maca
smiled. Obviously, while ensuring that
he wasn't ugly, he gambling efficiency
on speed.
"If I want to see Ernie, he's
keeping his style!" An embarrassed
younger sister, who smiled and started
playing Macka's joke.
"Aha! Seen by the elder sister,"
Maca was not annoyed at all, but he
was also snarled. "Otherwise, how can
we let the elder sister speak to me? I
mean, like learning to be a beautiful
woman."
."
The school sister didn't think she
was being ridiculed by Maca for a
while. She was unaware that the cheeks
became red, but still said
reluctantly: "Oh, this is good, you
younger sister I booked!"
"Oh, Charlotte, you are finally
ready to marry!" The other girl next
to her smiled and scolded her, it
seemed to be her good friend.
In the buzzing of the surrounding
students, Charlotte could no longer
hold back, and quickly lowered his
head to fork a baked potato from his
plate into his mouth. The pretty face
was redder.
Chapter 8 Hufflepuff
 Quality
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
The learning atmosphere of
Hogwarts is still very relaxed most of
the time, which is especially
reflected in the students' meal time.
In everybody's laughter, this lively
welcome dinner finally came to an end.
When Maca took a few of the
desserts on the second batch and wiped
it out, the plates on the table were
magically clear and empty, and they
looked as clean and fresh as they had
just started.
At this time, Professor Dumbledore
rose again and the restaurant
immediately returned to silence.
"Oh, now everyone is full and
drink enough. I think I have to say a
few words to everybody. At the
beginning of the semester, I would
like to raise a few points for you."
Dumbledore paused. The eyes swept over
Weasley's twins on the Gryffindor
table. “First-year freshmen notice
that the trees in the campus are
forbidden to enter. Some of our
classmates also have to remember
this.”
"Moreover, Mr. Filch, the
administrator, also asked me to remind
everyone not to cast spells in the
hallway between classes."
"The Quidditch player's audit will
be held in the second week of the
semester. Those students who are
interested in attending the college's
team should contact Mrs. Huo Qi."
 “In the end, I must tell everyone
that anyone who does not want to
suffer accidents and tragically die,
please do not enter the corridor on
the fourth floor to the right.”
Hearing these words, a few
people laughed and thought it was
Dumbledore's humor again. The majority
of people did not laugh, Professor
Dumbledore never joked at danger.
Macka thought that this was mostly
related to the magic stone. As for the
specific arrangement, he still
remembered exactly where. Besides,
what does this have to do with him? He
was obviously more interested in the
magic stone itself than those who
didn't know whether it was defending
Voldemort or training Harry's game
level.
Of course, that thing is basically
not to think about it, he does not
want to be Dumbledore rubbed the
ground with his little finger.
In general, this year's event,
Maca, did not want to participate. He
still did not learn enough time to use
it. It would be nice if he didn't add
a mess to the three little lions.
"Now let us sing the school song
before everybody goes to bed!"
Dumbledore said loudly, and almost all
the teachers were stiff.
Dumbledore flicked his wand
lightly, and a long golden ribbon
fluttered out of his wand. He twisted
and coiled a line of text like a snake
over a high table.
"Each person chooses his
favorite tune." Dumbledore said,
"Prepare, sing!"
 All teachers and students, um, I
mean most of them are singing loudly.
Macka followed his mouth open and
found that he could not do such an
embarrassing thing. He had to open his
lips like a fool and mix it up with
everyone's messy songs.
When Dumbledore announced that the
bedtime had arrived, Maca finally
relieved. But as long as he thought he
would probably do it six times in the
future, he felt that his eyes seemed a
little moist.
 "Well, let's go! The first-year
freshmen follow me. I'll show you the
way." Beside Maca, the senior who had
just talked to him suddenly stood up
and said with a gentle smile.
This is the Cedric? Although Maca
only remembers his name, he can't even
remember his surname, but he vaguely
has a certain impression on the
handsome classman who is very good and
has a sense of justice.
"But it looks as if it's not as
handsome as it seems." Maca yelled in
a voice that only he could hear.
 "What's the matter? Little Maca,
what are you looking at?" The
Charlotte elder sister who had just
walked up to him and said softly,
"That's Mr. Darren Chris. He is
already in sixth grade this year. He
started last year. As
Hufflepuff's male student leader."
"Oh," Magca said. It seemed to be
a little different from the memory.
"...I was wondering who was Cedric's
senior? I had heard him before
entering school. It seemed like a good
person."
”
Charlotte suddenly nodded, and
then smiled and said: "Cedric? Really,
if in two years, he must be a top
candidate for the top candidates."
Maca looked in the direction of
Charlotte, and a handsome handsome boy
immediately entered his eyes. Right at
the table, Cedric sits at the other
end of the long table. It's no wonder
Macar didn't notice.
Well, it turns out that there are
still grade restrictions on the
selection of class leaders. At the
moment, Cedric has not yet become
Hufflepuff’s male student leader!
“That... what is the girl's
class? ” Maka could not help but look
at the solitary figure in front of
Darren.
"Oh, I'm right!" Charlotte patted
Macka's shoulder with a grin, and
whispered, "I'm not used to lead
others, so I usually give it to
Darren. He seems happy to do it. ”
 Maca looked around this not a
pretty student, and shook her head
helplessly.
Hufflepuff’s freshmen walked past
the first-floor side gallery on the
friendly Darren’s headmaster, then
straight down to the basement just
below Hogwarts.
“Then behind Hogwarts's kitchen,
if you are hungry at night, you can go
and get something to eat. The house-
elves will welcome your arrival.”
When passing a fruit still life,
Charlotte With the chin pointing to
the fingers, he said, "Just scratch
the pear above it, and it will
sometimes smile and be cute."
The entrance to Hufflepuff’s
public lounge was not far away, but
Marca was a little worried when he
looked at the iron barrel that was
almost full of walls.
"You must have seen it. It's a
mess of big barrels," said Darren,
smiling. "And we Hufflepuff's public
lounge entrance is in these barrels."
"Of course, I didn't want everyone
to open the lid and climb in. Ernie,
the barrel you picked is too small."
Darren stopped Ernie from trying on a
suspicious barrel and then continued,
"Please pay attention. The entrance to
our public lounge at Hufflepuff
College is Hogwarts' only lounge
entrance with magic to exclude
infiltrators."
"The way to turn it on is very
simple. You just need to take out your
wand and hit the bottom of the middle
two vats in the second row with the
rhythm of 'Hurga Hufflepuff' and the
lid will automatically rotate. ."
 Darren said as he pulled out his
wand and hit a few back and forth on
the bottom of the two barrels.
Suddenly, the two bottom lids
automatically rotated in different
directions, and then the entire stack
of barrels moved along. An irregular
opening immediately appeared in front
of the new students.
Darren looked at everyone in a
commotion and exclamation, and smiled
proudly on his face. He waited a while
before continuing.
 "However, there is one thing that
we must pay attention to! Our
Hufflepuff College common room
entrance is Hogwarts' only lounge
entrance with the skills to repel
infiltrators. If you knock the wrong
lid, or The rhythm of the knock is
wrong, and the illegal invaders will
be poured into the vinegar that has
been enchanted by the above barrels."
Speaking of this, Darren shrugged
and said: "Believe me, that kind of
feeling you absolutely will not be
willing to give it a try. The taste of
that kind of vinegar is very difficult
to wash away, and it smells like that
across 200 meters. Makes the roots
soft and sour.”
Ernie heard a sudden shaking and
suddenly expressed great gratitude to
Darren, who had stopped him from “
detonating” himself.
"If Charlotte learns her sister,
wouldn't it be useless if this method
was known to others?" Maca asked a
little puzzled.
 “This is one of the greatest
secrets of our Hufflepuff. Nobody
would want to speak out.” Charlotte
stalled. “The Hufflepuff public
restrooms and dorms have been going
through for more than a thousand
years. It has never been seen by
outsiders. We know exactly how to hide
- how to protect ourselves, just like
our emblem."
Macka looked up and looked at the
emblem on the wall in the common room.
The pimple was shining with dim light
and looked low and calm.
 “Hippy Pach, honest and loyal,
honest, and hard-working. Uhran chewed
the nameplate on the underside of the
badge, and the color of wonder at the
branch returned to his face. , "If it
were me, will I disclose the method of
entering here when necessary?"
He also feels no assurance about
this issue.
Hufflepuff’s common room is a
round, low-top room with a hint of
earthy fragrance.
 It was magically enchanted. The
day was always sunny and the night was
little fluorescent.
The swaying grass and dandelions
can be seen through the round windows.
In many places, there are bright
copper ornaments, and there are many
plants that hang from the ceiling or
on the windowsill. Dean Pomona Sprout
teaches herbal medicine classes. She
always brings the most interesting
Specimens are used to decorate this
room that is not too large but very
warm.
 Everyone is here or sitting or
standing, just like being relaxed at
home. Hufflepuff is the most numerous
college in Hogwarts, but it is also
one of the most united schools in the
interior. There has been little change
since the millennia. This has caused
other colleges to be amazed.
After a while, the freshmen all
went to the dorms for rest. Today, all
day long, these little sisters were
already tired.
At night, Maca leaned back in his
bed, opened the textbook again and
read it. Several of his roommates were
already asleep, but he was still not
sleepy.
In these two months, he
basically got used to the normal
schedule, but today he can't sleep.
His mind has been repeating what he
sees today. Although he is very calm,
it does not mean that his heart is
also stable.
Although he looked at the book
word by word in his hands, he barely
remembered his heart and waited until
late at night to sleep quietly in his
robe.
Chapter 9 Small Problems
in Potions Lessons
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
The next morning, Maca was the
first to wake up.
He couldn't figure it out
himself. It was clear that he didn't
sleep until late last night when he
fell asleep in the middle of the
night. He is thinking that most of
this is related to Luna's little girl!
When he spends time at home, he faces
a variety of awakening methods every
morning. It seems that the little girl
with a look of guilt seems to enjoy
it. Unconsciously, he has developed
this "bad habit" that he wakes up at.
Starting today, we will have
classes.
Most of Hufflepuff’s courses will
be arranged with Ravenclaw.
Correspondingly, Gryffindor’s class
will be with Slytherin. This has the
advantage that, in the absence of
Harry Potter, Snape would be
relatively less aggressive.
"Now begin to name..."
Snape is still the appearance of
the oil and salt, and his face never
smiles. He remembered the names on the
roster with his face in his face. He
didn't look at the students. When he
finished his name, he scanned the
students with his indifferent, hollow
black eyes. In his eyes, Maca saw a
kind of wandering that had lost his
life and lost his dreams in the
streets of Top Point. The Chinese have
some similar eyes.
"No." Maga secretly denied in her
heart. "Compared to the homeless man,
his eyes are more... more thorough. It
is like the eyes of a dead person. It
is cold, empty, full of dead air."
In the age of one child who lived
in Britain’s dark world for so long,
Maca’s reliance on his own disguise
and his means of trying to figure out
the psychology of others. But now,
Maca found that he could not get any
information on Snape. This made him
think for the first time that he was
away from this person.
"Leaving the danger of being
unknown is the most effective means to
protect yourself." In the dark world,
this famous saying has always been
circulated.
"McLean McLean, do you seem to
have different opinions on my
remarks?" Just as Maka stared at
Snape's eyes and looked at God, the
other person seemed to find something
to look at him, and then he frowned. .
 “Oh, no, I mean, I really like
the Potions Course, but it involves a
very complicated theory. I really hope
Professor Snape, you can help me to
answer some of my doubts in the
preview.
”
In a hurry, Maka was held by him
just now and was rarely seen. However,
he does have a lot of questions to get
the answers from authoritative people,
so it can't be said to be nonsense.
 Yesterday in Hufflepuff’s common
room, Maca asked Darren for
information about various professors.
To say Snape, although few students
like him, his achievements in potions
and magic spells are undeniable.
Just to see him as the "magic
master" recognized by the
International Magicians Federation and
issued by the British Ministry of
Magic is enough to make him have his
own place in the magic world. In the
book “Advanced Potions Making,”
there are many ways to improve the
preparation of potions, although no
one knows this yet.
Snape, however, had no sympathy
for Maca’s words. He smiled coldly—
if it was a laugh, then he used a
contemptuous tone: “Oh? Isn’t it?
Let’s say that But if there are only
some boring questions, then Hufflepuff
may have to deduct points. Here I say
again, in my class, students are not
welcome to ask questions!"
Maca couldn't help but swallow.
Fortunately, other Hufflepuff’s
classmates did not seem to care about
deducting points. Instead, they were
looking at him with worried eyes. It
seemed that compared to the college,
the safety of classmates was much more
important than that.
Macka glanced around and breathed
a sigh of relief and couldn't help but
give a good impression of the college.
Until now, it was the first time that
he had the feeling that "it was as
good as
Hufflepuff."
"Hey," he cleared his throat and
settled himself.
This raises one of the most puzzling
questions I encountered when reading
the book “Magic Pharmacy and
Potion.”
“Professor Snape, when I
previewed the hypnotic agent part, I
found that a quantitative constant in
the formula of the formula was not
specified in the actual matching
process, which made me puzzled. I’m
not sure Did I get it wrong?” Maca
said, his brow furrowed, and this was
the most obvious sign he had put into
it.
 When discussing the knowledge he
is concerned with, he usually forgets
the environment and the object of
conversation. This is his bad habit.
Fortunately, Snape didn't show any
impatience. He stared at Macca for a
moment before he spoke.
"I will talk about the hypnotics
part later. As long as you listen
carefully, you won't ask this question
again." Snape said coldly, and he
never turned to Maca again, but turned
around. Using a wand, he hit the
blackboard and immediately displayed a
line of text and formula.
"Sit down and sit down." Ernie sat
next to Ramakar's sleeve and
whispered, "I didn't expect it! I
heard that
Professor Snape was the most severe of
Hogwarts. Professor, he said that the
points to be deducted may never be
retained!"
Maca did not have any excuse for
this. He really cares about that
problem.
 Two potions classes were finished
on the cold ground in the underground
classroom. After Professor Snape said
the two words of class, the students
could not wait to leave. In this
classroom, except for a large number
of specimens of animal organs and
Snape, who always had a cold face,
there was no one else. The entire
classroom was full of unpleasant
atmosphere.
"The quantitative constant is
useless and it is a mistake left over
from history." As Maka passed through
the door, he saw Snape standing
outside the door. After leaving the
sentence, he took a stride and left. .
Maca looked at Snape's back and
felt that his large cloak opened in
the wind as he walked, like a big bat
that could walk. That picture made him
laugh a bit.
"It doesn't seem so difficult to
communicate in imagination," Macka
secretly thought.
Of course, this is not as simple
as Maca thinks. The reason Snape
waited at the door and left the answer
was actually because Maca’s problem
was precisely one of the opportunities
for Snape to indulge in Potions. In
other words, Snape also had this
question in his school days.
It is no coincidence that this is
not a coincidence, but at the moment,
Maca doesn't think about it.
Next to the Potions lesson is the
defense of the Dark Arts defensive
course by Professor Chilo with some of
the fat on the back of the head, but
there is nothing to say about that
lesson. In addition to Prof. Chilow,
who is full of garlic and stuttering
in his body, the empty and boring
curriculum is rather sad.
Maca really does not understand
how a person can be able to solve the
story of the dead zombies, so
ridiculous and false and suspicious, I
heard that in the students' time, Qi
Luo was a good student.
Going to the potions class and the
Dark Arts defensive classes that
barely talked about anything useful,
let Magca be interested in the curse
lesson that Professor Flitwick, with
fairy blood, was responsible for.
Although the professor was
shortlived because of her pedigree, he
was a good professor worthy of
respect.
In his class, there are no strict
requirements. Students can even move
freely. Even if the students are
joking with him, he will not have any
dissatisfaction.
However, when Professor Flitwick
explained in detail to Maca, when he
encountered the maddening problems
encountered in the book “Magic
Theory,” Maca immediately respected
the professor.
The name of the duel champion of
the year was not really covered. His
application of these insights and
techniques allowed Maca to have a
different understanding of the magical
basic theory of the world. After
several interpretations, it was like
opening the Maca. A new door is
general.
 "Thank you, Professor Flitwell."
Maca always respects the object of
imparting his knowledge.
Professor Flitwick patted Macka's
arm with a smile. Obviously he was not
very convenient to reach someone's
shoulders. UU read www.uukanshu. He
said graciously, “It is not so
serious, the theory is boring, and
only with the practical application
will have a deeper understanding.
However, you are still the most
profound student of Charm Study in
this freshman, and Grand Like Miss
Granger of Fendo, she is very good."
Later, Maca learned about
Hermione's information from Professor
Flitwick's mouth. When he heard
Hermione's scope of study, he couldn't
help but wry his head and smile - she
read too many books, which is not good
for understanding and use.
In Macca’s view, understanding
the foundation will lay the foundation
for further study and research. Even
geniuses need to come step by step,
not to mention he is very clear that
he is not a genius, and Hermione may
not be.
As for the rest of the classes,
what most hates Maca is not the
history of magic that most classmates
are bored with, but the observation of
celestial bodies every Wednesday night
- that is the practice of astronomical
lessons. To Maca said that in addition
to the knowledge about magic, those
observations, records, and
calculations would be far worse than
those of Mujumen.
 The most important thing is that
this course has not been of much use
in today's magic world. This makes a
pragmatist like Maca very annoyed with
this course.
"Oh, I heard you refuted his
theory in Snape's class. Is this
true?"
In the herbal class, everyone was
fertilizing some of the mild and mild
health plants in the first greenhouse.
Suddenly, Ron got together and asked
Gaca with interest.
 Maca noticed that not far away,
Hermione with a small shovel seemed to
have her attention on this side. It
seems that she is also very concerned
about this issue.
Chapter 10 Lifting Your
Hands
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
This herbal lesson is one of the
few courses offered by Hufflepuff and
Gryffindor this school year. Although
there may be changes in the next
academic year, it is the most
appropriate time for Macka to come
close to the trio of Harry.
Speaking of Harry, the boy who
died in desperation was now fighting
hard to fight the Frogblade on the
stems and leaves! Yes, that's right,
that is the type of student Michael
Corna who had a weak sense of
existence when he was a kid. They
particularly like lettuce, but
generally they eat it.
 When Ron rushed over and asked
Maca to deal with Snape in the potions
class, Maca was wondering about this
caterpillar! These guys can be as long
as
10 inches long, not much shorter than
Maka's wand. God knows how Michael
swallowed it when he was young!
"Is it bitten off and eaten
again?" Maca thought for a moment and
shuddered.
"...What bite off and eat again?
Are you thinking about what to eat for
lunch?" Ron looked at Maca with a
puzzled look, and then said again,
"Don't forget about lunch, let me tell
you! You are How to challenge Snape?
Tomorrow we must begin to attend his
classes. I listened to the
predecessors and said that he always
prefers only the students of his
academy and does not know whether it
is true or not."
Maca came back to him and shook
his head helplessly.
"Who told you that I was provoking
Professor Snape. Isn't that what you
want to die for?" He explained the
situation briefly, but he couldn't help
but he couldn't resist it.
“Oh, I said, Professor Snape
really said that?” said Hermione a
little excitedly. “That's Arsenal's
pharmacological formula. It's
authority!
How can he just say that's a
mistake!”
 Immediately, Hermione calmed
herself down and looked at Macaine
apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not saying
that there is something wrong with
questioning authority, but..." She
stumbled a bit, doubting the letter a
bit. "I mean, is that quantitative
constant really a constant?"
"It should be right." Macka
nodded, then whispered and explained
Hermione. Hermione inserted a few
words while listening, but it seemed
to be a bit convinced.
 "What are they talking about?" Ron
turned and asked Harry.
"Probably the content of the
Potions lesson." Harry had already
tossed this time. A Froeber
caterpillar wriggled in his gloved
right hand, but he couldn't escape it
and only obstructed his meal.
The evil claws.
“So to say, we have to learn that
too...I mean, what are they talking
about?” Ron hesitantly rejoined and
heard a few words, then looked back at
Harry.
Harry shook his head. He only knew
he couldn't understand it. "Shouldn't
it?"
Ron heard that he looked at Maca
and Hermione who were talking quietly,
then gave up and continued to
administer the grass.
"Makkar has always been clean and
tidy, and Hermione has always been a
mess, this combination is rare." He
whispered, puzzled.
 "Then, Maca, who has never been
able to get up in bed, is actually a
good student."
In the absence of school, Maca
lived for a long time. Ron thought he
was still very familiar with him.
Although he seemed to be smart and
calm, he was actually very lazy and
was still in bed! The result did not
seem to be the same as he imagined. He
once thought he had found a good
partner that was similar to himself.
"... maybe, can you help him after
fixing your homework?" Ron suddenly
came up with the idea, and at least he
thought the idea was awesome.
Behind the herbal medicine
practice class is the flying class
that many people are very much looking
forward to.
This course Maca they are together
with Ravenclaw.
Maca naturally looks forward to
this course that allows people to fly
freely in mid-air, but he is not sure
if he will encounter any difficulties.
To be honest, his sense of direction
in the morning is not very good. If he
flies to heaven, he will not really
find the North.
The first class of the flight
class took place on the side of the
main gate of Hogwarts Castle, where
there was a flat, slightly concave
field. The grass on the ground wobbled
slowly with the breeze, and it looked
very lively.
Looking to the east to the east,
you can see the edge of a dark forest.
The tall canopy is swaying with the
wind and makes a buzzing noise.
 Hufflepuff’s little brothers were
already on the court. They looked at
Ravenclaw’s classmates and they
walked slowly to the side. The flight
instructor, Mrs. Hooch’s, was urging
them loudly. Let’s go faster.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
she snapped. "Everyone is standing
next to a broomstick. Fast, fast, and
hurry."
Mrs. Hooch’s short gray hair was
like a steel needle, and she couldn't
even touch the wind; her eyes were
yellow, and she looked like an eagle
that was strictly urging the young
bird.
Maca chose a look from the neatly
arranged broomstick and stood quietly
beside it, watching other students
hurry to find their place.
"Take out my right hand and put it
on top of the broomstick," Madam Hooch
shouted ahead, "and then say, 'Get
up!'" "Get up!" In the strict tone
of Mrs. Huo Qi, everyone seems to have
been affected, and even the propaganda
has been particularly neat.
 The broom was very obedient to
himself and ran into the hands of
Maca. He felt this strange and fresh
taste, and he felt that it was not
bad.
However, other students may not
have been so successful. Some brooms
leaped in place, others rolled on the
ground. Ernie's broom even went
straight to the air and his hands were
red. Now.
It seems that this stuff seems to
have something to do with talent.
After all, it's just a few people who
can normally fall into their hands.
Then, Mrs. Hooch showed them how
to ride a broom and not slide from her
head. She walked around the ranks,
gave the students correct hand grips,
and from time to time criticized those
who were always doing bad things.
"Well, then I'm whistling. You
slap your legs and leave the ground.
You have to use your power." said Mrs.
Hooch. "The broom is held steady and
rises a few feet. Then she leans
forward slightly and falls back."
Ground, listen to my whistle
- three - two - -
"Oh--!" Maca looked at the ground
farther and farther from him and could
not help but be amazed. This feeling
is truly unprecedented.
Mrs. Huo Qi walked back and forth
and observed each person's situation.
Of course, there are still many people
who can't even fly. The brooms don't
seem to listen to them, but there are
no special circumstances.
 "Mc. McLean, you surpass what I
said." Madam Hooch shouted at Maca
loudly. "Down, watch for safety!"
Maca took a sly look and found
that he really did fly higher than the
others. He quickly leaned forward
slightly according to Mrs. Hooch’s
body just described. The broom
immediately fell down honestly.
"Good job," Madame Hooch patted
Macka's shoulder. "The first thing a
novice needs to pay attention to is
safety. Gradually, it is the right
choice."
 Maca nodded and thought in his
heart. "Next week you will see Neville
and Harry flying up! Of course, the
former is a literal one, oh--"
"Madame Huo Qi, I was thinking, if
a rookie accidentally fell from the
broom, what should I do to remedy it?"
Thinking about it, Macka suddenly
thought and said.
He was still a bit gracious about
Neville, a fat boy who was always
nervous, and had Mrs. Hooch's mental
preparation in advance. Maybe his arm
would not break.
 It is estimated that it will
certainly hurt, or Maca will not
remember the scene until now.
"You can use a floating spell,
don't worry," replied Madame Hooch,
who thought that Maca was worried
about her injuries. "If it's too late,
Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital
will cure them. Her potions have
always been good." very effective."
"Oh! Thank you for your answer."
Maca pretended to be relieved and
politely expressed his thanks.
 Of course, this is just a small
episode in the life of learning. For
Maca, it is just a matter of hand. In
the blink of an eye, he forgot about
it.
"Ha -! It feels great!"
With Ms. Hooch’s permission, Maca
got a chance to fly at low altitude.
UU read this book, but he applied for
a good deal of tongue-in-cheek to
apply for, and now he is cool!
The breeze rushed forward and
rushed over Maca's ear and blew his
robes. In the control of Maca, the
broom with his left suddenly bursts
right, looking like a shark in the
water.
Although this shark is a bit too
close to the “underwater”.
"Caution -! Slow down! Slow down!
Quick, do what I said -!" Mrs. Huo Qi
yelled below, but Marca's ears were
full of wind, where they could hear.
After a while, Maca, who had had
an addiction, finally slowed down. He
suddenly pulled the broom handle off
and drew a beautiful arc in midair.
Before he landed, Maca discovered
that Mrs. Hooch's face was not quite
right. He immediately understood where
the problem was. In the second half of
the test, he seemed to be too fast.
Even though these broomsticks are
used as bargains for practice, some
seem to have some serious problems,
but they are also eligible products
for children. They are not children's
toys for children.
 "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hooch," Maca
said, immediately bowing down to
apologize. "I'm a bit overwhelmed. I
didn't expect this kind of flight to
be so great. I didn't pay attention."
Mrs. Huo Qi looked at Macka for a
moment and then sighed. "I just said
that I'm going to step by step... But
you're flying well, after you've
studied
Quidditch's Safety Precautions, maybe
Allows you to fly more often."
 "...I believe that you will find
that it is a right choice to fall in
love with the Quidditch campaign!"
This is Mrs. Huo Qi. She treats
all people and things with such
strictness, impartiality, and strong
sense of responsibility. And most
importantly, she loves the Quidditch
movement from the heart.
Chapter 11 Malfurion and
New Book
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
"Ah-ha--"
 Early the next morning, on
Hufflepuff’s table, Maca yawned and
smirked into her mouth and sliced
white bread. Even the jam was
forgotten. The school uniform robe was
also worn by him obliquely. At first
glance, he was free to put it on. This
pattern could be a little offensive to
his neat style.
"Oh, young elementary school, how
can you be so sleepy? Didn't you have
a good night's sleep last night?" The
embarrassed Charlotte sister
apparently didn't care about the dress
of others - although she herself was
always dressed beautifully.
"Oh... Yeah, a little bit." Maca
nodded idly, his eyes widened, and she
seemed to fall asleep the next moment.
"Which little girl is thinking?"
Charlotte's sister took the
opportunity to quips.
"Well, thinking about you, hah--"
Maca responded instinctively, saying
that he yawned again.
Miss Charlotte obviously did not
expect that this cargo could quickly
counterattack when she was half asleep
and could not help but reveal a look
like "I took you."
"Look! You're going to wake up
and you'll be in class for a while."
She raised her hand, slammed her hands
to Maca's back and slapd her, and Maca
jumped up in horror, slamming her
bread.
All fell on the table.
"I said learning a sister, don't
you have to be so guilty?" Marca
gritted his teeth. He felt that there
must be a red slap on the back.
 At this time, the owls came.
Macka looked up and watched as the
large group of owls fluttered in the
dining room and threw their parcels or
letters on the recipient's lap.
“Right then, my family Malfurion
was in the dorm room all day (it
didn’t even want to go to the
school’s owl house), and in addition
to eating and sleeping, there was
almost no use for anything!” Macka
suddenly realized that he had taken a
picture. Thigh, "Why do I buy it? It
seems like I have to find something to
do it..."
Just as Macka leaned over to let
his owl lean out, a dark shadow flew
from the entrance to the restaurant
and scared the other owls apart.
“Ah?” Maca’s voice looked up
again, and saw his owl, Mafa, diving
towards him. Then like a bomber, he
threw a large parcel on the open space
behind Maka and issued a “boom.” "A
loud noise.
 "Oh." Mafa shouted, then fell to
the table and picked up another piece
of bread in the Maca dish.
“Is this an owl you raised?”
said
Charlotte’s sister, curiously looking
at Mafa’s eyes. “It's really strong.
I want to raise one like this. Where
did
you buy it?”
"The giant spiders who ran through
the alley," Maca said casually,
pulling out a list that was on the
parcel. "Oh, I
booked at the Lizhen Bookstore."
This is the day before Macka
started school, she specially ran a
book written by Libiao Bookstore. Some
books on Potions and Herbology.
Although all of the books he ordered
are available in the library, the
library books will not allow you to
scrawl on it.
Charlotte looked at him with a
glance, and then he was surprised and
said, "You are preparing to complete
all the Hogwarts courses in the first
grade?"
Maca put the slips on a parcel and
said how possible it was to pick up
the large parcel and walk to the
lounge – he had to put the books back
into the dorm before class.
After passing the long table at
Gryffindor College, Harry called out
to Maca.
"Hey, Macka! Hagrid told me to go
to him and drink tea. Would you go?"
he asked, waving a note in his hand at
Maca. "When?" Maca said.
"This afternoon, about three
o'clock!" Harry replied.
"I have classes in the afternoon.
You ask Hagrid for me. I will change
my time to see him."
Harry nodded, and then he squatted
on the table and wrote something on
the back of the note and handed it to
Henderson.
 This morning was Hufflepuff’s
first quarter transformation lesson.
The professor of the
Transfiguration class is Minerva
McGonagall. Like Snape, she is a
strict mentor.
But unlike Snape, Professor
McGonagall treats all four colleges
equally. She will punish any student
who breaks school rules.
Therefore, although most students
are very frightened of this senior
female professor always with a face,
it is an absolute fear.
 I believe that there are
definitely not a few students who
respect her from the bottom of my
heart.
Professor McGonagall's teaching
methods have always been concise and
effective. Just when she was in class,
she offered a horse to all the
students here.
"Transfiguration is the most
complicated and dangerous spell you
have in the Hogwarts course," she
said. "Anyone who is going to be
mischievous in my class, I ask him to
go out and never allow him to come in
again. Remarks, I have spoken with
every freshman and I hope you will
keep it in mind as a warning."
Then she turned her desk into a
roe deer and changed it back.
Most of them are attracted by this
magical magic, and nature is one of
them. In fact, Maca is probably one of
the students who can best understand
this difficulty. He learned this from
the Beginner's Deformation Guide.
So far, Macka has finished
reading several textbooks required by
the school. Among the hardest ones he
thinks, I am afraid we must count the
course.
The difficulty of metamorphosis
depends not only on the shaman's study
of its principles, but it is only a
starting point. The greatest
difficulty in realizing the use of
deformation is to gain a thorough
understanding of the nature of the
object before and after the change.
The wizards who study the
morphology not only need to deeply
study the physical properties of the
object, but also have the highest
possible understanding and control
over the magical properties of the
object. This is very complicated and
esoteric, and can be said to be
endless.
For example, if a wizard who is
just getting started can turn a match
into a sewing needle of almost the
same size, the master of deformation
can turn this match into various
models, materials, and even various
textures. And keep it for a hundred
years!
 Of course, apart from the gap
between accuracy and consumption, the
biggest difference lies in its
understanding of the above.
This is a rather time-consuming
long-term research course, but Maca is
even more aware that there is no
shortcut in this matter. It can only
be accumulated through daily learning
and research.
In class, Maca changed the feather
he assigned to him into a metal
skeleton. His control of the shape of
the object is not very good, but
Professor McGonagall nodded to him -
it is a very good performance for
beginners to make the object
qualitative change.
In the afternoon, it was a drowsy
magic history lesson. Professor Binns
always used his tedious tone to
verbosely talk about the boring
history of major magical events. The
non-emotional lecture style made
almost all students uninterested in
this class.
Kemara has listened with relish.
Because he discovered that what
Professor Binns had said was actually
not based on the text but was
organized in a very orderly manner.
Occasionally, there were even some
items that were missing from
textbooks. I believe that this
respected Hogwarts' only ghost
professor will prepare lessons for her
own class every night.
Of course, this may be because the
ghost does not need to sleep at all,
which makes him spend a lot of time.
If you don't do something, you'll
certainly be bored and want to die
again.
“I heard that Professor Binns was
Hogwarts’ Professor of Magic History
before he was alive. Until he came to
teach one day, he inadvertently forgot
about his own body.” Ernie sat next
to Macka. Whispered.
"As you said, Professor Binns not
only contributed to the teaching
career for the rest of his life, he
even continued to maintain this
extremely difficult persistence after
his death." Maka nodded and said so.
"Listen to you this way, this is
indeed the case!"
Ernie froze and found it was
indeed the same thing. He couldn't
help but stand upright and listened to
the lesson seriously, but he didn't
take long to leave again - the course
itself was really boring.
The course of magic history may be
extremely difficult for other
students. However, Maca believes that
the time passes without delay.
"Maka, where are you going? Don't
go to the lounge for the next moment
of Wizarding Chess?" Ernie was a bit
surprised.
On the second floor of the Magic
History Classroom, the children of the
dorms exchanged all kinds of gossip
information and walked downstairs.
Only Maca was on the upward ladder.
"Oh, I have to go to the library.
I need to check it out." Maca said a
word back, but he did not stop at his
feet and soon disappeared into Ernie's
sight with the automatically turned
staircase.
The library located on the fifth
floor of the main gate of Hogwarts is
a giant with a large collection of
books.
In this, you can find almost all
kinds of magic books that are being
released in the market or have been
released in the past. Of course, there
is a large area in the so-called “ban
area, ” and if there is no president
or signature of the Dark Arts
defensive professor can not borrow.
The library's administrator was
Mrs. Pins. She was thin, old, and
irritated. She looked like an old bald
eagle with a bad temper because of
hunger.
She sees the books in the library
as her life and will drive out any
students who try to alter or destroy
the books. In her view, these baby
books are her imprisonment, if not
possible, no one will come in the
best.
 It wasn’t long after the class
was over. There were only a few
Gryffindors in the library—they did
not schedule classes this afternoon.
"...magic creatures...magic
creatures...here!"
Maca kicked his feet and pulled a
book from the high bookshelf titled
"The Habitat of Humanoids' Habitat and
Origin" and immediately stood there
and began to search through pages.
Chapter 12 first met the
mysterious girl
 Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
"Found!" Maka couldn't help but be
happy to quickly find the information
she wanted.
He looked at the contents of the
book verbatim, and silently read in
his heart: "Fairy, magical class
level: XX, the fairy's hands are all
holding a branch-like wand..."
At noon on the same day, Maca
could not wait to open one of the
books he had ordered, the Potions
Book, entitled The Book of Potions.
This is an ancient book published in
the 16th century. If he did not see it
on an old book list at Lizhi
Bookstore, the estimate was missed.
In this potions book, Maca saw a
very interesting material - the wings
of a fairy.
This is a rather rare potion
material, although the fairy won't die
because of losing her wings, but they
who naturally love vanity will never
want to take their own wings.
 "...Wings of fairy have a unique
magical nature. They can make fairies
dazzling when they need to show off,
or they can let the fairies cover
their whereabouts when they need to
hide." "If you can use this wing as
the main material for deployment, you
may be able to formulate a very
special stealth agent." Maca could not
help but guess so.
How to make a person invisible is
a very attractive question. In
addition to the intricate cloaking
techniques and the difficult-to-follow
phantom curses, only a few potions can
achieve the effect of allowing an
adult wizard to hide his body shape
relatively perfectly. These magic
agents, without exception, are very
expensive - some of their ingredients
are quite difficult to find.
This made Macka give birth to "why
don't he research a new stealth
agent?"
This may seem like an unrealistic
idea.
 Although Maca himself knew that
perhaps he was not sure, he saw it as
an opportunity for self-challenge.
Opportunities are to be created by
themselves - Maca has always thought
so.
“Excuse me, do you know where the
books on how to cultivate scribbled
grass are placed?” While Maca was
ready to put his book back on the
shelf, he suddenly heard a slight
voice from behind.
 Because this sound is too light,
this makes Macca could not help but
have the illusion that "maybe I heard
it wrong." In order to confirm this
idea, he went back and confirmed it.
"Oh, what did you just say?"
Behind Maca, a sturdy young
girl, covered in a large Slytherin
robe, stood quietly on the front. On
her head, she also wore a broad-
brimmed peaked cap, and she covered
her face more than half. Maca could
only see a pair of matte lips.
 “Excuse me, do you know where the
books on 'How to cultivate madder' are
placed?”
The petite girl repeated the word
just now and again, and the tone of no
change reminded Maca of Professor
Binns who taught the history of magic.
"Oh, um, the herbalist books
should be over there." Marka
subconsciously pointed to the opposite
shelf area not far from here.
As soon as the voice had just
fallen, the Slytherin's mysterious
girl immediately turned and walked
toward the side, not even saying
"thank you".
"What happened?" Maca looked
blankly at the girl's back, and there
was a feeling of being ignored.
It seems that in the eyes of the
young girl, Maca and the tree on the
side of the road are not in need of
attention.
He took his brain to think for a
moment, at least in his memory, and
did not find the mystery of
Slytherin's existence.
 "Well, forget it, you have a
chance to ask. You know, look like it
should be a freshman of this year?"
Maca said, shaking his head and
walking to Potions Library.
Maybe he would come to the library
regularly. He found that the amount of
books in the library is really
amazing. If you search carefully, it
will certainly make no small gain.
In the next few days, In addition to
meeting with other students, Maca
traveled step by step between
classrooms in various subjects. Most
of the rest of his time was spent on
the library on the fifth floor.
Most of the time, students who
come to the library can see this scene
-
Near the Reading Table near the
Potions and Herbal Medicine Bookshelf,
a location was always flooded with a
large number of books. Those books are
big or small, or thin or thick, but most
of them are theoretical books that
seniors and even teachers will borrow.
 The librarian, Mrs. Pings, is
usually staring at this position not
far away, as if the person sitting
there was trying to invade her child.
She was sharp and angry.
If you want to figure out who is
sitting there, then you have to get
around to see clearly, because the
book that has been completely blocked
before is blocked.
Inadvertently, Maca has become a
topical figure among Hogwarts
students.
 This is not only because of his
eye-catching move in the library, but
also because he is the only non-
Slytherin student who can speak a few
words with
Snape and not be sarcastically
sarcastic.
On this point, even Miss
Mastermind, who had excellent
achievements in potions, could not do
it. "It was only because Hermione
was a Gryffindor." When Ernie talked
to Maca about the rumors, Macka shook
her head and replied.
 As a student, Miss Granger is
undoubtedly very good, and Maca has to
affirm her great efforts. But still,
he doesn't think that this kind of
learning method is a suitable choice,
especially when you are a wizard.
During this time, the more he
studied, the more he affirmed this -
the magical knowledge is too broad and
profound. The deep study of Potions
alone will probably exhaust his entire
life.
......
 When a person is immersed in
something, the time is very fast.
Unconsciously, a week passed.
During this time, Maca did not
encounter the mysterious Slytherin
girl once again, but his understanding
of Potions had been advancing.
For those potions books that he
ordered, Maca has already fully
understood, and he has made a number
of major breakthroughs regarding "new
types of stealth pharmaceuticals."
 Regarding the study of "How the
fairy's wings have come to an end,"
Maca has come to the conclusion. This
is a new type of “environmental
integration into stealth” that is
different from the “ optical
stealth” of cloaks and
phantasmagoria, as well as several
ancient potion formulas—“perceptual
blocking stealth”.
This is undoubtedly a very
effective stealth method. Although you
have not changed anything objectively,
others cannot "feel" your existence.
"But this stuff is really expensive!"
Maca slammed on the table without
power.
In his calculations, he found that
if a wizard is to completely cover up
his existence, the amount of wings in
the formula must reach a very high
value.
"A fairy's wings have 8 gallons,
and 3 gallons are 24 gallons; plus
other ingredients and catalysts, the
cost of a bottle of finished product
is 43 gallons..." Here's Maca. Sigh
again.
"It's just a robbery!"
"...and so on! Why do I have to
worry about this for me!" Suddenly,
Maca, as if he had discovered the New
World, suddenly stood up.
"Nothing in the library!"
exclaimed Ms. Pins hysterically.
"...She doesn't care if she
doesn't care." Not far away, a few
Ravenclaw girls whispered there.
Maca looked awkwardly at Mrs.
Pingss's apologies again and then sat
down again on the pile of books.
 Undoubtedly, what does it mean to
be a new potion with practical
effects? This means wealth!
Compared to the scarcity and cost
of the few stealth medicines currently
available, Maca’s potions have been
considered cheap enough. Throughout
the magic world, the prices of rare
potions have remained high, and
potions masters such as Snape who have
created and improved several potions
of precious potions that are highly
effective are still in demand.
 If it weren’t for Snape, who had
been involved in too many stories, and
thus was not here, it was estimated
that he had long been an exclusive
advisor to a potion maker or
aristocratic family.
What's the money? Since ancient
times, which potion master is really
short of money? As long as the sales
channels are carefully selected, it is
certainly more than sufficient for Jin
Jialong to say nothing but to support
him in continuing his studies.
Speaking of transactions, this is what
Maca is best at.
Early in the morning of the next
day, he asked Marfa to send him a
shopping list. He immediately began to
try to formulate this potion. Prior to
this, there were several problems that
would be encountered in actual
preparation that had to be resolved
first.
“笃笃笃”
During the lunch break, Maca
knocked on the door of Professor
Snape's Potions Division's office for
the first time.
“Who?” is still that gloomy and
indifferent tone, which makes the
visitors feel that they are not
welcome at all.
"Professor Snape, it's me, Maca
McLean."
"... come in." The voice inside
was paused, and it answered.
Maca turned the door open to this
gloomy dark room and then walked in
quickly.
 "Professor Snape, I have a few
questions about Potions and I would
like to ask you, I hope I have not
bothered you." Maca cautiously worded,
making himself as polite as possible.
Snape looked at him blankly, then
took a trace of impatience: "Ask."
“In fact, I encountered a few
questions during my study of the
potions book. For example, regarding
the second law of Hirst, the devilish
reaction that will occur during the
actual preparation process needs to be
handled in order to make the original
liquid. Continue to maintain a stable
form of magic?” Maca nodded, then
promptly raised the issue.
"Oh." Snape couldn't help but
frown.
Chapter 13 Preparation
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
“You should understand that this
is not a problem that first-year
students should be exposed to,” Snape
frowned, but continued, “Since you
can ask this question, you must
presume the principle of the demon
response. It should be very clear that
only the reverse stirring is needed to
interrupt the demon reaction at the
exact time and add the subsequent
ingredients, and it is not necessary
to barely maintain the magical form of
the original liquid.
In the following, Maca asked a few
questions he had encountered one by
one. But he was keen to find that
Snape did not show the kind of
impatience he imagined, but actually
answered the questions one by one.
 "...No questions to ask? Then go
out."
After Maca had asked the question,
Snape resumed his initial impatience
and waved Maca out of his office.
"Call-" Standing at the corner of
the hallway outside the office door,
Maca could not help but relieved.
To be honest, he really is not too
willing to be too close to Snape. For
him, facing an invisible person is
more terrible than anything else.
 In fact, Dumbledore was no doubt
the only person he dared not approach.
I recalled a little bit about what
I was doing in Snape’s office. After
finding that there was nothing wrong
with it, Maca quickly left.
After unraveling the difficulties
that will inevitably be encountered in
several practical operations, the next
thing will be much easier. He only
needs to make up for the missing
tools, find a quiet place, and start
trying to make it.
 "Hagrid's hunting lodge? Good
choice!" Maca said to himself, turned
to the door and walked, "just no class
this afternoon, go see Hagrid."
......
Today is a good weather. The wind
is a little bigger than the previous
days. Looking up to see a blue sky,
people's moods have become more
cheerful. The air outside the castle
is extraordinarily refreshing, and it
is simply the opposite of Snape's dark
office.
 Maca vigorously breathed the fresh
air outside - this is the blessing of
nature that sustains human life,
regardless of shamans or Muggles.
Hagrid’s hunting lodges were
built not far from the forest and
passed through the fields and could be
reached quickly.
"Hey, Hagrid! Good afternoon!"
Macka saw Hagar's tall figure from
afar.
 "Hey, Macka! Yes, good afternoon!"
Hagrid heard that he turned around and
smiled happily after seeing Maca.
However, he quickly put a smile in
his face and then said with a solemn
grave: "Yes, I'm very glad to see you.
I also welcome you to come to my
cabin. However, I should be in class
soon. It's time, you shouldn't be
here."
"Yes, to be exact, it's class now,"
Macka shrugged. "But I don't have
classes today."
 “It turned out to be this way,”
Hagrid nodded blankly. “I should have
thought of it. When I called Harry
last time, they also specifically
picked a time when they didn’t have
classes.”
"Come on, come in and come in.
I'll pour you a cup of tea," he said
as he walked over Maca's shoulder and
walked toward the hut. "Oh, the door
is a bit small, you are advanced."
"Wang! Bare!" the black hound
raised by Hagrid screamed at Maca, and
the collar of his neck was rattled by
it.
"It's called dental fangs. It's
kind of timid, but it's close to
people. It's a good dog." Hagrid
pulled his teeth hard and motioned for
Maca to sit down on the couch.
When Hagrid went to make tea, Maca
looked around the interior of the
cottage. There is basically nothing
except a fireplace, two sofas, and a
small round table. Well, Hagrid was
inside, so there was really no way to
put down too much furniture.
 “Would you like to have a bit of
rock cake? Harry and Ron seem to like
them very much.
Hagrid turned to ask.
"No, no, they're a bit hard, and
my teeth aren't very good lately."
Maca quickly refused, "You know, it's
time to change your teeth."
"Oh, yes, it's a pity." Hagrid
nodded. "But if you want to get rid of
your waste teeth quickly, rock
crackers are actually a good choice."
 "If it is about to come down, I
may come to your Hagrid again." Maca
said with a wry smile.
Next, Maca took a no-look chat
with
Hagrid for an afternoon. From all
kinds of magical creatures, to
Dumbledore, and then to his brother
Aberforth, they learned a lot of messy
information.
In general, under the guidance of
Macca's clever conversation, the two
talked about a lot of topics that
Hagrid was interested in.
Only when Maka was ready to leave
did he stand in the doorway, seemingly
casually making his request.
"Oh, right, Hagrid," Maca said as
if he suddenly remembered something.
"Don't know if I can come to you to do
some potion preparations in my spare
time? In school, Professor Snape There
will always be a gloomy stare at me. I
can't calm down and practice."
"Oh, Severus, yes, he always looks
like someone else owes him money,"
Hagrid nodded, smiling. "Of course you
can, welcome you over and I'll be here
for most of the time."
"Okay, thank you." After Marka gave
his thanks, he closed the door with his
hand.
Of course, it would be nice to
find the House of Desires, but Macka
forgot where exactly it was.
"Look back and look for it! It
will be better if you can find one."
 As he pondered, he walked towards
the castle. After a while, it's time
for dinner.
......
Hogwarts' meal time is always the
most lively time of the day. At this
time, everyone will discuss each
other's gossip and feelings while
dealing with the food in their
respective dishes.
Today, Maca is no longer in a
hurry because he is ready to rest. He
always soaked himself in the library.
Even if he feels tired in his spirit,
his body is already tired.
"……is her?"
Maca inadvertently looked over at
the Slytherin's long table and
suddenly saw the mysterious girl she
met in the library.
I saw her sitting at the edge of
Slytherin's long table, eating pudding
in small mouths. Too loose for her, she
pulled on the ground and she did not
care. The students around me were
talking to each other. They were very
lively. She was alone outside this
cheerful atmosphere. No one took care
of her.
It stands to reason that she is
sitting alone there, and it should be
quite contrary to her feelings.
However, Marka found that she seemed
to be integrated in the entire
environment. It was not so low-key,
but rather that there was no sense at
all.
In a pleasant atmosphere, dinner
gradually came to an end.
 Just as Maka looked at the back of
the mysterious girl's finished meal
and left silently, and secretly
wondered where she was sacred, he saw
Malfoy walk over to Gryffindor.
"Is the last meal, Potter? When
did you return to Muggle by train?"
"You think the professors haven't
noticed here, and your little friend
has been with you. Your courage is
mostly." Harry said coldly.
Macka had already come to the
side. He looked at Crabbe and Goyle.
The man's appearance was very
difficult to be called "small."
The two of them seem to be
scruples about the teacher on the
guest table. They dare not make it.
They have to look gloomy and pinch
their fingers.
"I'm always ready to compete
with you alone," said Malfoy. "If you
have no opinion, tonight, a duel
between the wizards! Only use the wand
- no contact. What's the matter? I
guess, you probably never heard Have
you said the duel of the wizard?"
 "Of course he has heard of it,"
said Ron, turning abruptly. "I am his
assistant and who is your assistant?"
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Gore
and weighed it.
“Crabbe,” he said. “What
happened at midnight? We met you at
the prize showroom, where we never
locked the door.”
After Malfoy left, Harry and Ron
couldn't help but look at each other.
 "What happened to the wizard's
duel?" Harry asked. "What do you mean
when you said to be my assistant?"
"Oh, if you die, the assistant
goes on." Ron said lightly, finally
starting to eat his already cooled pie
again.
He caught the look on Harry's face
and added in a hurry, "You know,
however, that people will only die if
they are due to a formal duel with a
real wizard. You and Malfoy can only
send a few sparks to each other - —
The magic you both know is too little,
and UU doesn't really hurt the other
person. However, I dare say he thought
you would reject it."
"If I wave my wand and there is
no response at all, then what should I
do?"
"That throws out his wand and
punches his nose." Ron shrugged and
the thief smiled and gave his advice.
"I'm sorry to bother you."
Opposite the long table, Hermione
suddenly said.
 "Can people stop eating here?"
said Ron.
Hermione ignored him but said to
Harry: "I couldn't help but eavesdrop
on what you said to Malfoy..."
"I knew you would do this," Ron
yelled.
"You can't go to school at night,
think about it. If you were caught,
how many points would you give
Gryffindor?
And you will certainly be caught. You
are really selfish."
 "It really has nothing to do with
you," said Harry.
"Goodbye," Ron continued.
Hermione watched their departure
and made an annoyed grunt. Suddenly,
she found Maca who was sitting not far
away.
"Oh, did you hear that too? You
should also stop them."
Since the day she talked with
Macka in her herbal class, Hermione
occasionally met with Maca at the
library. She usually sat down and
communicated with Maca to learn about
some problems in her studies.
For a long time, the two are
also familiar.
"You saw it too. It was useless to
stop them." Macka came up and spread
out his hand and said that there was
nothing he could do about it. "Don't
look at Harry, he's pretty calm, but
he's still awkward in his bones. What
he decided, It is difficult for others
to let him make a change."
Hermione snorted and walked toward
the door without saying a word. When
she was parting, she suddenly turned
her head and looked at Maka with
resentment.
Chapter 14 Night Hogwarts
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
At night, the weather is cool,
even if it stays in the Hogwarts
Castle, there will be some cold,
people can not help feeling the fall
of the fall.
The portraits on the walls of the
hallway were some naps, some whispered
to the next door, and others seemed to
go out and the background was still
there.
On the 8th floor, in the
Gryffindor common room, the students
had all gone back to the dorm to
sleep. Only the rest of the fire in
the fireplace was shining with faint
red light, and the entire lounge was
concealed.
As Harry and Ron stomped down an
armchair, they suddenly heard someone
speak.
 "I can't believe you did it,
Harry."
A lamp lighted up, Hermione
Granger. She was wearing a pink
dressing gown and frowning at them.
She doesn't look very good.
"You!" Ron said angrily. "Go back
to sleep!"
"I almost told your brother," said
Hermione impertinently, "Percy - he is
a class leader, he will stop it all."
Harry could not believe that there
was such a nosy person.
 "Come on," he said to Ron. He
pushed away the portrait of the fat
lady and climbed in through the hole.
Hermione may not be so easy to
make concessions. She climbed into the
hole with Ron, squeaking her voice
like a waging female goose.
"Don't you care about Gryffindor
and only care about yourself? I don't
want Slytherin to win the college cup
again, and I don't want you to lose
all the points I got from Professor
McGonagall with the transfer spell!"
"Go away," Ron said impatiently.
 "Okay, but I warn you, when you go
home by train tomorrow, you don't
forget what I said, you are so too-”
said Hermione as she turned to the
portrait of a fat lady, trying to
drill back. But he found that the
painting he was facing was empty.
The fat lady probably stayed up
late for the night.
"Oh--what do I do now?" She
dejected her throat.
"That's your problem," Ron said.
"We have to go. It's going to be
late."
It was not until they reached the
end of the corridor that Hermione had
already hurried up.
"I'll go with you!" She looked
reluctant.
"You don't want to go." Ron
immediately refused.
"You think I'm willing to go! If I
don't go, wouldn't it be like standing
here waiting for Filch to catch me? If
he finds out --"
 "...Let's go together."
As Hermione was still talking
about what was going on there, a voice
suddenly appeared in the shadows in
the corner of the hallway, which
scared everyone in the room.
"Maka! And Neville?" The three men
unanimously narrowed their eyes and it
was clear who was there.
Macka ignored the three of them,
but instead he stunned the mouth of
Neville, who was scared to call out.
"What are you doing in surprise?
I'm not always with you!" Maca
whispered. "I... I thought it was
Filch's voice." After Maca let go,
Neville was weak and weak.
"How are you here?" Ron looked at
them, curiously asked.
"Navi forgot the password for the
restroom," said Maka, spreading her
hand.
"As for me, I'm going to relax and
move."
"You know, I've been studying the
curriculum and I should have a rest.
It's always bad to not exercise, and
my body will rust."
"Maka! Do you want to break the
school rules too!" Hermione said,
widening her eyes and she was shocked
by Macka's remarks.
Macaque smiled at her and said,
"Hermione, don't you have to go
together?"
"that is because--"
"It's all right, don't worry too
much about it. It's a foregone
conclusion for Harry and Ron to go.
I, as your friend, naturally have the
same bitterness and joy as you. "Maka
patted Hermione's shoulder. She only
wore a pair of pajamas and she looked
pretty slim and cute."
"Oh, you have to keep warm. It's
already in the fall. It's a bit cold
at night." He took off his robe and
slid it over Hermione's body.
"Oh, thank you." Hermione looked
at her robe and couldn't stop
swallowing her complaints.
"Sure enough, it was a child, and
my face was not red." Marka looked
back at Hermione, who wanted to teach
Ron.
They had fun.
Ron looked at his watch and
glanced at Hermione angrily. Then he
turned his head and put on a happy
expression and said, "If Maca could
come together, it would be fine, you
can always Helping Fred and George
avoid her mother’s sight may also
help us avoid Filch... Oh yeah, and
his damn cat!”
After being heard, Maca shrugged:
"It's not difficult to fool Filch, but
Mrs. Loris can't hide. Animals are
always keen, especially cats."
Speaking here, he suddenly pulled
a small glass bottle from his arms,
showing a smile.
"Of course, there are always
ways."
"I knew that you always had that
way!" Ron looked at Hermione with a
smirk, as though showing off that he
had a good friend.
 Hermione opened her mouth but did
not speak after reading Maca.
They walked briskly along the
corridor, the moonlight spilling in
from the high window, swaying to the
ground, looking like a unique magic
carpet.
Every time he turned, Harry
thought he was going to bump into
Filch or Lady Loris. However, I don’t
know if their luck is good or because
Maca has any means. In short,
everything went smoothly when they
hurried down the stairs to the third
floor and walked softly into the prize
showroom.
There is no figure of Malfoy and
Crabbe here.
The crystal glass cabinet that
displays the prize shines under the
moonlight projected outside the
window. In the dark, trophies,
shields, medals, and statues sparkle
in silver and gold, and silk sashes
wind in the air.
Maca curiously looked at the
winning nameplates underneath, and
they had their own reasons for
winning. He was wondering whether he
should have won a prize or something,
which would surely provide his study
study. Some convenience.
The rest of the four people were
not so relaxed. They moved forward
against the wall with their eyes fixed
on the doors at the ends of the room.
Harry took out his wand to guard
against Malfoy suddenly rushing in and
fighting him.
The time passed by one second and
one person did not appear.
 "He was late. Maybe he didn't dare
come because he was scared." Ron
whispered, but he didn't want a voice
in the next room, scaring them to
jump.
Harry just lifted his wand and
heard someone speak - it wasn't
Malfoy.
“Smell about everywhere, my dear,
which corner they may hide in.” Filch
was talking to Mrs. Loris.
Harry was terrified. He
frantically waved his wand at the
crowd and told them to follow him as
quickly as possible. Unexpectedly,
Macka instead smirked to the side
closer to Filch, and the two were
almost separated by one door.
In the frightened gaze of others,
Maca pulled out his little bottle
again. After a suffocating movement,
he carefully unscrewed the cork and
did not make a sound.
"Oh, baby! Where are you going--"
Just outside the door, Filch gave a
surprised cry and then chased
anxiously at Madame Loris, who had run
away and walked away.
"Awesome! What kind of potion is
this?" Ron joined with his admiration,
and immediately sneezed. "Oh--What is
it like?"
Maca took the oak stopper and
stuffed it back, which took two steps
and took a deep breath.
"It's not a potion, it's just a
slightly formulated volatile liquid.
It's a very irritating odor, and it
works well for animals that are
sensitive to smell." “Is it the
secretion of the Gulag. ” Hermione
also smelled the remaining smell in
the air and couldn't help licking her
nose.
"Not only that, you have to adjust
the recipe for decomposition and
neutralization, otherwise it will not
last for a few days." Maca said with a
smile. "It smells so pungent and it
will leave evidence."
"So, you already planned to break
school rules too soon!" Hermione
couldn't help it any longer. She
whispered, "You can't do that, you
Hufflepuff's points," said UU. Already
enough."
"I don't care what a college
cup. Honor doesn't mean everything,"
said Maca, still grinning. "And there
is always a college that needs to be
bottomed out. I think it fits well
with
Hufflepuff's low-key purpose."
"You can't do this!" Hermione
seemed very dissatisfied with Maca's
thoughts.
 Suddenly, Maka waved to stop
Hermione from continuing to speak.
"Someone, it's Filch who is back."
Marka looked at her head carefully and
whispered.
"Oh, or do you try that bottle
again?" Ron said subconsciously.
"I think it'll be the first to
run!" Maca shook her head and took the
lead and ran up on the dark corridor.
They walked around the post and
ran across the hallway, and Maca felt
that his sense of direction had become
worse in this dim environment - he
couldn't figure out where he was.
"Oh, we ran to the Curse
Classroom." Hermione looked at the
door of the classroom not far away,
gasping breathlessly.
"I think we have already thrown
him away," said Harry gasping. He
leaned against the cold wall and wiped
the sweat on his forehead. Neville
bent over, angrily, gasping.
"I think you guys are much more
athletic." This rush, but only made
Macka's breathing slightly thicker.
Children living alone at the bottom of
society do not have to walk for a few
steps.
"I-- told--you," said Hermione,
gasping for breath, clutching her
chest in her hand and talking
intermittently.
"I told you."
"We must return to the Gryffindor
Tower," said Ron. "The sooner the
better."
 Chapter 15 meets the
mysterious girl again
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
"Malfoy lied to you," said
Hermione to Harry. "You understand? He
didn't plan to meet you at all - Filch
knew someone was going to the prize
showroom. Malfoy must have revealed to
him." News!"
Harry thought Hermione might be
right, but he apparently did not want
to agree with Hermione.
"Let's go." Harry turned.
 However, things are not that
simple.
As soon as they had gone ten
steps, they heard a ball of a door
handle rattled and what was coming
from a classroom in front of them.
That's Phi Pi! As soon as he saw
them, he squeaked happily.
"Shut up, Pippi! I beg you, you
will destroy us." Ron bitterly said.
Pippi giggled. It didn't care what
Ron was saying.
 "The pesky freshman wanders around
midnight. Hey, hey, hey, mischievous,
mischievous, you're going to be caught
up." It imitated the grading hat and
spoke in a weird way.
"Phi Pire, do you want to know
what bloody silver blood came from
Barrow?" Marka looked at it for a
moment and suddenly said.
“Oh?” Phi Phi at the start of
the name was shocked, obviously
showing a hint of cowardice. “How do
you come from?”
 "Oh, I told you, Baron had been
very fond of eating monsters before he
was alive, and it was the same after
his death..." Macaque's face suddenly
became gloomy, his tone of speech
dragged on for a long time, and he
looked a bit gloomy. of.
"I just saw him passing by from
there. Did you see him?"
"Oh no--"
Peeves screamed and ran to the
wall with a bang.
 "Oh, Mackah, you are so cool!" Ron
said, and Harry and Neville nodded in
agreement.
"Strange?" Hermione was a bit
weird. "What does this have to do with
Peeves, isn't it a ghost?"
"I asked the man Barrow. Peeve is
a noisy man. It's not a ghost." Maca
shook his head. "It touches the
entity. The general specter can't do
this."
 "You talked to the bloody Barrow!
He looks terrible, isn't he?" Ron
wondered.
Maca shook her head again and said
hello to everyone. He casually
explained: "Blo is a good guy. Don't
be scared by his appearance. He is
always loyal to
Hogwarts. That's true. Alaho hole!"
Others took their attention when
he suddenly took out his wand and read
the spell. They looked back and saw
that they had come to the end of the
corridor unconsciously.
"Advanced to find a place to hide,
at least to avoid the first Faire ..."
Maca said and stopped.
"Why, why don't you go in?" Ron
asked, pushing down.
"...I think," Macka retreated, and
he turned his head and smiled. "We
might be better off seeing Filch."
Maca said, "slamming" the door
back, and there was a deafening roar
immediately.
 "It's so big a dog." Harry seemed
to glance before the door closed.
"Yes, a dog with only three
heads." Maka spread the hand and
immediately said, "Run!"
Like the words of Maca, the door
slammed violently, and the big dog
must have madly banged it inside.
They went back to the hallway and
ran away. It was almost running. Filch
must have been busy going elsewhere to
look for them. They did not see him.
They couldn't care less. They just
wanted to flee the monster as far as
possible.
Harry's pedestrians stopped until
they were portraits of fat ladies on
the eighth floor, but found that Maca
was gone.
"I saw him running downstairs. It
should be back to Hufflepuff's
dormitory." Hermione gasped. In
fact,
Maca did not go directly to the
dormitory, but instead went to
Hogwarts's kitchen to get something to
eat - he didn't eat much at dinner and
he ran back and forth for a moment,
feeling really hungry. Now.
......
For the current Maca, "resting" is
a very extravagant act, because he
always feels that time is not enough.
After the evening with Hogwarts
and Harry, Maca returned to study and
research. Not only is potion medicine,
the progress of other subjects cannot
be too slow, at least until it is not
afraid of actual combat, it must not
be too lax. After all, there is
another
Voldemort in the dark! He did not want
to have even the ability to get out of
selfprotection when the Death Eaters'
army came.
After the stealth agent is
deployed, he will be banned from the
ban on books. If possible, he would
also like to study the so-called "dark
magic" and see what is essentially
different from other magic.
 Time has always passed
inadvertently. When you come back, you
realize that there have been many
changes.
On the eve of Halloween, Maca
discovered the mysterious Slytherin
girl once again in the library.
Unconsciously,
he had spent nearly two months in
Hogwarts.
"Excuse me, do you know where the
books on 'How to cultivate wrinkled
figs' are placed?"
 Again, it was an unmoved bland
tone, but it was almost the same as
last time, and it was standing behind
Maca. This made Maca look at the young
girl speechlessly, and after a while
he took one from a large number of
books stacked in front of him and
placed it in front of the seat next to
him.
"I'm just there. You can sit and
read," Marca suggested quietly.
To Marc's surprise, the young girl
obediently pulled out of the chair,
then lowered her notebook and quietly
sat down beside Maca. He thought that
this girl never listened to what other
people said!
After a while, Maca looked at the
girl turning back and forth the thick
book and holding a pale green quill in
her right hand. The notebook did not
even write a single word.
"Is there any difficulty?" Maca
asked.
"There are too many steps and too
many words. I don't know where to
start." The girl raised her head and
said seriously.
 This was Maca's first look at the
appearance of this mysterious young
girl - her big eyes, her petite nose,
and her delicate skin with almost
transparent vision, all of which
declare it to be a very delicate one.
Cute girl.
Well, with the faint hints of
faint hair beneath her hat, her hair
appears to be white, a white that
looks extremely unhealthy.
She probably didn't like people to
see her hair, so she was all stuffed
in a spiked cap.
 “...Remember it: wrinkle figs,
deciduous plants, strong roots, and
winter survival. Low water
requirements, watering interval 1-2
weeks; moderate fertilizer
requirements, fertilization interval
3-5 weeks, dragon manure best
..."
Maca looked back at the book and
recalled it, then gradually clarified
the contents of the book. The girl did
not seem to worry that Macka would
remember correctly and recorded it
with a quill verbatim.
 Maca looked at the young girl
writing down the last letter and was
trying to say something. But she saw
the girl suddenly close the notebook
and put the book back to the pile of
books in front of Maca.
Immediately, he rose silently in
the strange eyes of Maca and left the
library without saying a word.
"-- again?" Marca touched her nose
and whispered to herself, "Is it too
harsh for me to perform? Or does she
not like the help of others? Or is it
simply?
Too introverted?"
Wake up the next morning, Maca
smelled a sweet, roasted pumpkin in
the hallway. To be honest, Maca didn't
like pumpkins. He didn't like all the
food made from pumpkins. The slippery
taste of pumpkins made him feel that
the whole person was getting tired.
After the first class in the
morning, Maca walked with everyone in
the crowded hallway. The next section
was Professor Flitwick's Curse lesson
and he had to go upstairs.
 "...no wonder everyone can't stand
her," Maca said suddenly, in a crowd
of people, Ron's voice. "To be honest,
she is just like a nightmare."
Then he found a girl banging into
his arms.
"Oh, Merlin is on! I think this is
a bit too sudden. I haven't done a
good job... Hermione?" Maca looked
closer. Was this messy hair, not Miss
Granger?
"I think she heard you. Uma read
www.uukanshu.com." Maca heard Harry's
voice again, but did not see where
they were.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry." Hermione
didn't seem to realize who she had
hit.
"Oh, nothing, I mean, what
happened, Hermione?" Maca looked down
at her and found her eyes were red.
"Who bullies you?"
"Ah! Maka, no, nothing..."
Hermione looked up at him and
could not wait to run away. Macka
looked at Hermione, who soon
disappeared into the crowd, and felt a
little baffling—what happened?
As the so-called "authority fan",
when you are in an environment, you
will always ignore something because
of the rich and colorful surrounding
things. When Maca arrived at the
entrance of the restaurant at dinner
time today, he inadvertently heard the
conversation between two Gryffindor
girls.
"... did you see Hermione today?"
 "I just found Hermione. She has
been crying in the ladies' room, and
she doesn't let anyone comfort her."
Maca suddenly came back and looked
at the colorful Halloween decorations
in the restaurant before he reacted to
it - now that Chiro should have put
the giant monster in!
"The third floor? Is it the
bathroom that Myrtle is?"
Maca, thinking about running back
quickly, didn't feel right until the
second floor.
 "What is the purpose of Qi Luo?
...
Oh! Magic Stone!"
In the past two months, Maca has
been fully devoted to the ocean of
magical knowledge, and almost forgot
about the Magic Stone.
"So, where is it convenient to
introduce giant monsters, but also to
make it easier for him to escape from
the crowd?" Macka calmly thought about
it, and quickly reverted to the
conclusion that Hermione was in the
basement!
Chapter 16 Hermione and
Trolls
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
When he hurried downstairs, he saw
Chiro who was staggered and ran into
the restaurant. He ran up the stairs
leading to the basement, and then
disappeared to the corner at an
extremely fast pace. It did not seem
that he saw Maca on the stairs in the
second floor.
 "Thanks to the spirit of the
Emperor of the Emperor." Macka
straightened and bowed to the court
while running, and he kept running in
the basement hallway.
As soon as he got there, he
smelled a smelly sock that hadn't been
washed for two months and a complex
smell of old toilets.
"This taste is mixed with pumpkin
smell full of castles. It's really
terrible."
 Maca looked up and saw the trolls
in the hallway, but the other person
did not seem to notice him.
"Stupefied!" Maca took out his
wand and gave it a moment.
"boom!"
The giant monster responded by
breaking down. Instead, he let Marca
get a slap. He remembered the book
saying that the monster's resistance
to evil is still good. How could it
not be so faint?
 Just as Marcas thought, the trolls
struggled to climb again. It seems
that Maca remembers rightly that the
antimagic skin of this stuff is a
characteristic inherited from the
giant.
Immediately afterwards, Maca again
saw the second biggest feature of the
trolls - his brain was not good.
I saw it looking to the left and
right. It was probably too dark in the
corridors of the basement. I hadn't
even found the enemy who had attacked
him. Instead, it seemed like something
was heard, and it was forced into the
side door by its strange power.
Immediately, Maca heard a shrill,
terrifying scream.
"The IQ is even lower than I
thought. It seems that the book "The
Monster and Its Place of Origin" has
to be revised. The statement inside is
too vague." Maca rushed to the place
where he complained.
"Hermione!"
At the door, Maca immediately saw
Hermione huddled under the sink. She
was watching the angry troll
shivering!
The Troll apparently didn’t pay
attention to the fact that there was
more personal behind him. It was
striding closer to Hermione. The big
wooden stick in his hand was already
about to hit Hermione. The situation
at the scene was obviously extremely
critical, and it was obviously too
late to float the curse.
“Flying sand!” In a hurry, Marca
reluctantly aimed at the wooden stick
in his hand and put a magic spell that
would make him fly.
The big wooden stick took off from
the hands of giant monsters and almost
flicked past Hermione's tip. After she
had bounced around the corner, she
landed in the toilet cubicle and
knocked down the bulkhead.
"Powdered!"
While the trolls were still
blasphemy because of the sticks, Marca
pointed at the back of the giant
monster and made every effort to come.
 Only heard a "bang" sound, a giant
bowl behind the giant monster's neck
gap, bloody inside, vaguely can see
the broken cervical spine.
The giant monster's huge body
shook, and then crashed down to the
ground. His body actually twitched a
few times.
"Call--" Maca couldn't help but
grow a breath. "If you're playing
somewhere else, it's estimated that
there will be less meat. It's no
wonder that this big guy is known for
its rough skin!"
 "Hey...Maka!" Hermione looked
frightened and suddenly threw herself
into Macca's arms.
He felt the beauty of the fragrant
jade, but in his head he was saying,
"Is this Xiao Nizi a few years old?
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay."
Feeling that the girl in her arms was
trembling, he had to temporarily
depress the whimsical thoughts and
start to comfort himself.
Speaking of that, Maca didn't have
any special feelings about this
business lady, even if she grew up.
Who can reject a heroine who
volunteers to give it away? Although
there is a cause for the moment, it is
also a matter of making Macka feel a
bit too much.
In order to calm down the turmoil,
Maca began to whisper about what he
had picked up, vaguely able to hear
such inexplicable words as "three
years" and "death".
Suddenly there was a loud sound of
footsteps, and both of them held up
their heads. Hermione snorted, pushing
hard to push Maka's chest and making
herself as far away as possible.
Obviously it was just too loud and
violent, and the violent clashes and
troll squeaks attracted him.
"Hermione!" "Maka?"
Ron and Harry came and they were
surprised to see everything here and
didn't notice Hermione's flushed face.
But before they could say anything
else, Professor McGonagall rushed into
the washroom, followed by Snape and
Quirrell at the end. Qi Luo only
looked at the Troll, and gave a
sobbing cry, sitting on a flush
toilet, clutching his chest tightly.
Snape went to look at the giant
monster. Professor McGonagall looked
at the few people present. Her lips
were pale and her eyes were round,
obviously quite angry.
"What kind of tricks are you
playing in the end?" Professor
McGonagall said, with cold anger in
his voice.
 Harry and Ron glanced at Maca and
saw him standing still with his wand
in his hand.
"Fortunately, you are not killed
by it! Why don't you stay in the dorms
honestly?" Professor McGonagall
reprimanded, and Macca unannounced
that he was the chief of Gryffindor.
The lion is exactly the same.
"Oh..." "Please don't, Professor
McGonagall...he is looking for me."
Maca just wanted to speak and she
was interrupted by Hermione.
 “Miss Granger!” Professor
McGonagall said a bit surprised. In
her impression, Hermione Granger was a
good student who was extremely strict
with school rules.
Hermione finally lifted her soft
knee and struggled to stand up.
"I came to find giant monsters
because I... I thought I could deal
with it alone - you know, because I
read them in books and I know them
well."
 "Oh, Hermione, don't be like
this." Maca shook her head and he just
got up.
“Professor, it was on the way to
the restaurant that I heard people say
that Miss Granger was in the
bathroom.” Maca explained. “She
hasn’t been to the restaurant because
she has encountered something and she
is not in a good mood.
”
 "I had only wanted to come and
comfort her. You know, she is my
friend."
Maka spread her hands and looked
innocently. "But who knows that there
will be a troll in the Hogwarts? ”
"I think this should be checked."
Maca took a great look at the Rocky
eyes, but Rocky was sobbing his face
and continued his movie-class
performance! "Oh - if that's..."
Professor McGonagall stared at them,
sinking.
 "Mr. McLean, you crushed the
trolly cervical spine with a crushing
charm, didn't you?" Snape glanced at
Harry coldly and looked at Macadam.
Macaine's heart shouted at once,
but his face nodded.
"I think so."
"Oh, good power, but can you
explain, where did you learn?" Snape
stared at Macdard in a dreary face. "I
think there will be no 'curse' in
first grade textbooks. Curse text?"
 Professor McGonagall looked back
at the thorny wounds, which kept
pouring blood until this moment.
"...I am self-taught." Maca had to
tell the truth.
The scene was just too urgent. He
also had too much time to think about
it, but he only subconsciously picked
a useful spell. This is the end of the
matter. He can only be grateful that
he is still far from mastering the
Unforgivable Curse! Otherwise, just
inadvertently dumping the green light,
it is estimated that they must enter
Azkaban to deal with the dementors.
"Scorpio! You have to know, you're
first grade!"
Professor McGonagall seemed to be
recovering from this moment. She
rushed over and turned Maca around to
see it. It seemed that she was more
concerned with the physical condition
of her students than with the
incantations.
"...Maka."
 Hermione looked at Maca with a
worried look. She was very clear about
the classification of the
incantation. The Curse of the
“Curse” category is invariably black
magic. This requires strong negative
emotions to be successfully released.
Even the three unforgivable curses are
in this category! It's just
different from other "curses." The
reason why the unforgivable curse is
"unforgivable" is precisely because
there is no corresponding curse for
"killing the curse" and "curing the
mantra"; and the "occlusion mantra" is
because of its distracting curse
feature - it You can completely
control a person's mind and body.
"It's okay, it's just a little bit
off - I mean, Mr. McLean, you have to
give a reasonable explanation for your
actions!" Professor McGonag seemed to
be relieved. After he realized that it
was wrong, Immediately raised his
face.
"Oh, I think my progress may be
a bit faster - I mean, I like learning
very much, and..." Here Maca
deliberately looked at Hermione. "I
hope I can protect what I want to
protect. people."
Hermione couldn't help but hear
red, and Harry and Ron around
Professor McGonagall didn't respond.
It seems that girls have always been a
bit more mature than boys. UU reading
www.uukanshu.com makes sense.
Professor McGonagall looked at
Maca and couldn't help but upturned
his mouth. In her view, the look of
such a small adult Maca, watching
people is really a little bitter.
 Snape looked back and forth
between Maka and Hermione. They didn't
know what they were thinking.
"Professor McGonagall, if Maca
didn't save me, I'm afraid I have
already been eaten by the trolls,"
Hermione pleaded.
"I think about the 'crushing
mantra', you need to talk to
Dumbledore," said Professor
McGonagall. "But I don't think first-
year students can beat the trolls
alone. You are Hufflepuff. Won ten."
 "Now, you go to the principal's
office with me. As for you," Professor
McGonagall glanced at the others. "You
can go."
Maca took a look at the trio and
seemed to calmly follow Professor
McGonagall who had turned away. He
walked out of the door of the bathroom
— in fact, it now has only one
cracked door frame left.
"Oh - I'm here to deal with this
big, big guy," Quirrell said, grunting
as he wiped his face.
 Snape glanced at Harry coldly and
then he followed up without heading
back.
Hermione looked at Maca’s back
with a worried look. As for whether
Maca would be expelled or not, she
didn’t feel at all.
Harry and Ron did not have such
concerns, or they did not think so
much at all.
"What's the 'Curse'? That looks
cool!" Ron watched the trolls squat on
the floor, and the large wound looked
a bit scary.
 "Yeah! Even the big bat that can
only harm people says 'Yes'! It's hard
to believe." Harry nodded.
"He just satirized Maca!" Hermione
said loudly.
Chapter 17 Conversation
with Dumbledore
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
"Kiwi pudding."
Before the stone beast at the
entrance of the principal's room,
Professor McGonagall gave her today's
password. Stone lions heard the sound
and the slate wall behind it split in
half, revealing a spiral staircase
leading to the principal’s office.
The stairs automatically rotated
and sent several people to the
entrance of the principal’s office.
"Please come in." Dumbledore was
just like they knew they were coming,
but before anyone else knocked on the
door, there came his old voice.
Professor McGonagall pushed in,
and Maca and Snape followed him.
 "What happened?" Dumbledore
looked at Maca and smiled. Then he
looked to Professor McGonagall.
"The students have all gone back
and the Troll has also been solved -
it was Mr. McLean." Professor
McGonagall glanced at Macka and told
Dumbledore about the specific
situation.
Dumbledore nodded as he listened
and waited until Professor McGonagall
finished talking.
 "Oh, yes, I understand."
Dumbledore said, "Minerva, you go
ahead and search and see if there are
any students out there running."
"Severus, you go and try Professor
Chilo to take the troll."
"I don't think it's necessary.
Chilo could do it alone." Snape still
said deadly.
"I think I still want it."
Dumbledore looked at Snape.
 "... if you insist." Snape stared
at Dumbledore for a moment before
turning away.
Maca found that only he and
Dumbledore were left here, which made
him feel a little uneasy, but he did
not show it.
"Would you like to have a kiwi
pudding?" asked Dumbledore with a
smile.
"Oh, why not?" Macka re-adjusted
his mind and tried not to think about
those things.
 Have to say that this time the
principal's taste is not bad. A moment
later, a pudding came into Macka's
belly. During this time, Dumbledore
just looked at him with a smile and
said nothing.
"Yeah, it tastes good." Waited a
moment later, Maca was a bit awkward.
"I think so too." Dumbledore
finally said, "How do you feel about
Hogwarts's learning life?"
"It's fun, very fulfilling, and it
has made a lot of friends." Maca chose
to pick up some of the optimistic
answers, even though they didn't know
if it worked.
"To tell you the truth, you are
the wisest child I have ever seen. No
one." Dumbledore shook his head. It
didn't seem to care for Macka's
answer. "No one can learn so much at
the age of eleven. I didn't have one
during my teaching, and I haven't
heard of Hogwarts' teaching history."
“Well, thank you for your
compliments, but... Is this a bit of
an overstatement? For example, my
transfiguration is very general.”
Maca tried hard to think about his
situation.
"I don't think so," Dumbledore
said. "I started to pay attention to
you when you triggered the first magic
storm. For your behavior and
experience, I think we can take a
relatively equal adult form."
Communicate."
This time, Macka was a bit
overwhelmed. He was surprised and
said: "Is the magic going violent? In
fact, I have been asking this since I
received the notice of admission. How
can I not remember when I had magic?"
"Oh, yes, because your magic is
going to happen at a bad time."
Dumbledore sighed. "Although I don't
know if I should say—"
When Maca heard it, she stood up
suddenly: "It was my mother... At that
time?"
"Yes, in the event of a car
accident, your magic suddenly swept
away to protect yourself." Dumbledore
looked slyly at Macka with a trace of
mercy in his eyes.
"That is to say, even if she did
not pounce on it..." Maka mumbled in
trembling voice, as if she had lost
all her strength and fell back to the
chair.
Dumbledore looked at Maca in
silence and seemed to regret it. It
seemed that he was observing his
reaction.
Suddenly, Maca returned to God and
sighed heavily.
 “The dead have gone... Because of
this, I was more eager to gain the
power to protect others.” Maca
suddenly looked up and looked straight
at Dumbledore for the first time,
firmly speaking.
"It's your heart, I can feel
it." Dumbledore nodded with
satisfaction, again revealing a gentle
and wise smile. "Death is usually the
end of life, but it always becomes the
starting point for others. Death is
not terrible."
 Maca knew that Dumbledore had seen
the figure of Voldemort in himself.
Fortunately, he did not have any evil
thoughts. He passed this test.
Dumbledore and Snape are actually
the same kind of person. They never
lack strength and ambition, but they
give up everything because of
“love”, including their own lives.
What's different is that Dumbledore's
love is fraternity, and Snape's love
is only open to Lily.
And Maca didn't know how he
would be?
 That night, Maca lay in bed and
could not help thinking. Today I met a
lot of things. I learned from
Dumbledore about an astonishing fact
that made him think about it. He
didn't sleep until late at night.
......
In November, the weather became
very cold. The mountains surrounding
the school are covered in grey and
grey snow, and the lake is as cold and
hard as hardened steel. Every morning,
there is frost on the ground. Students
must pay constant attention to their
feet to prevent them from planting a
big one.
Maca sat at the table, eating
today's breakfast, and he was
surrounded by people.
I don't know who said it—I guess
it was Ron. In short, almost half of
the students had already heard about
the deeds of Macca, and he killed a
twelvefoot tall monster alone. This is
simply incredible!
Now Maca has become a celebrity,
many students have come to talk to
him, and even a few first-year girls
to sign him!
Maca feels like she's enjoying
this feeling of being surrounded by
people. It's not just about vanity. He
also feels so warm!
This is not an excuse, believe
me! What I said is true! Do not
believe you find a bunch of people to
put you around and try it.
Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a
long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur
gloves, and wearing giant beaver fur
boots to blast the broomstick on the
Quidditch field.
This clearly shows one thing -
Quidditch season begins!
To be honest, Macka really wanted
to participate in Hufflepuff's
Quidditch team, but unfortunately, he
has been too busy. Moreover, the
Quidditch team generally will not
allow a first-year student to
participate.
"I believe that Harry is just a
special case." Maca looked over at the
Gryffindor long table. Harry and Ron
were whispering. Maca guessed they
were definitely talking about it.
However, Macka is more concerned
about the fact that he has not heard
about Harry joining the Gryffindor
team as a seeker. Difficult to do, the
Gryffindor captain Wood intends to use
Harry as a secret weapon or something?
"Confidential measures are done
well." Maca muttered in a vague voice
as she chewed on the food in her
mouth.
 However, when the game day
approached, Macka looked at him from
afar and Harry was watching him. He
was a bit dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" Marka stared at
Harry as he disappeared into the
stairs to Gryffindor's seat. His face
was full of uncanny surprises.
"What's wrong? What are you
looking at, Mr. Knight?" Charlotte's
elder sister hooked Maca's shoulder
and smiled. "Are you watching Princess
Granger?"
 "Oh, ah--no." Maca shook her head
and glanced again at Gryffindor's
viewing table before turning back to
Charlotte and boarding his own
staircase.
The Quidditch game is very
exciting, but Maca doesn't have much
thought to watch.
From time to time he looked at
the teacher's side of the table -
without Harry's Quidditch game, he did
not know what would happen to Chilo's
actions.
 It was not until the match was
decided that there was no accident. In
the absence of Harry at this moment,
it seems that we have cut off the
possibility of Qi Luo from the root,
but Maca cannot guarantee that he will
not look for other opportunities
against Harry.
"At least, UU is not a bad thing,
but it's a good thing?" Maca wasn't
sure if that was the case, but for the
moment, he had no idea.
Gryffindor's game against
Slytherin ended, and Maca glanced at
the scoreboard 60 to 210. When the
scores of the two sides were tied,
Slytherin's finder caught the Snitch
and ended the stalemate.
Maca didn't have time to do this,
but after a glance, he walked to the
Gryffindor crowd.
"Oh, Harry!" Maca tried to make
himself look normal. "Don't worry. The
game isn't over. It's just beginning."
"Oh, yes. However, losing to Slytherin
is not very happy." Harry sighed.
 It seems that even if he did not
participate in the Quidditch team, he
still liked the sport.
"Well," Macka finished the
speculation he had just thought about
in the game and then asked, "I heard
that Neville was almost falling when
you were in your first flight class.
Is that true?
”
Harry nodded and said, "Yes! If it
weren't for Mrs. Hooch's quick
response, Neville Irons would be
admitted to the school. I'm sure."
"Yeah! He's so high!" Ron smiled
and gestured.
"What happened after that? Malfoy
didn't bother him?"
"Oh, yes, that's right, that
bastard always laughs at people. I
can't wait to give him a monster
spell!"
"The thing about the duel that
night was because we had a fight in
class." Harry followed him in angrily.
 "Well, that guy is really not a
good thing."
Maca accompanied him casually,
gradually straightening out the cause
and effect of this one - it turned out
to be the case!
Chapter 18 Information
in the Forbidden Area
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
Macka never imagined that one
word he had inadvertently allowed for
a change in the trajectory of history.
This was something he should have
thought of but could not predict.
Neville was not injured because of
him; Malfoy therefore did not pick up
the memory ball; Harry was also found
by Professor McGonagall to find his
talent for the Quidditch looking
player because he did not fight it
with the broomstick and Malfoy.
In the eyes of others, everything
is normal, and even the party’s Harry
will not have any sense of
inconsistency.
 But Maca is not. He does not know
whether this is a good thing or a bad
thing. It can only be said that the
world in which he lives is a real
world that can be seen and touched.
This truth was already understood when
he lived in Plymouth. But until just
now, he really realized what this
means in the end!
Should he maintain the memory of
the world; or should he throw away the
past and use his own body to touch and
feel?
 Macka shook his head as he thought
of it.
Perhaps, from the moment he was
here, it was not time to consider
these irritating things. The wings of
a butterfly are always inadvertently
swept under the wing. It is never able
to predict the consequences of this
change of wire flow. Instead of
worrying and anxious about these
things that cannot be controlled, it
is better to calmly face the unknown
future.
 Maca never thinks that he is a
great man. There may be some small
achievements, but nothing more.
“Enjoying life is the right
thing!
” Maka sighed.
"It sounds like an old
grandfather's tone." Hagrid also came
over - he also watched the game on
Gryffindor side.
"Yeah! Maca always likes to say
something old man would like to say."
Ron also laughed.
 "This is wisdom! You don't
understand!" Hermione had been
admiring Maca after being rescued by
Maca from the trolls.
"This is wisdom! You don't
understand!" Ron mimicked Hermione's
tone and said to Harry, Harry was
teased.
"Humph!"
Hermione was shy and angry, and
she didn't go too far to see Ron.
Kemara walked beside her, and Hermione
turned her back to meet Macka's sight.
 "..." Hermione snorted, and
blushed again, turning her head away.
After the titanic incident, the
relationship between Hermione and the
two was not so rigid, it seems that
because Harry and Ron were the first
to rush to the bathroom. Specific
details of Macca are not clear, but
the Lions trio can continue to be
friendly, but it is a good result.
Not a moment, they and Hagrid
returned to the hunting lodge near the
forest. The owner was making a cup of
strong tea for them. Maca came this
time and obviously wanted to continue
his practice of preparing potions here
at Hagrid - he had already been there
several times.
"It's Snape," Ron explained to
everyone. "Harry caught Snape in Filch
and he was seriously injured in one of
his legs."
"Snape is injured?" Hagrid said
curiously. "What did he do?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Macka
exchanged their gaze and didn't know
what to tell him. Eventually Harry
decided to tell the truth.
 "I found some of his things," he
said to Hagrid. "On Halloween, he
wants to pass the three-headed big
dog. It bites him! We think he wants
to steal the big dog.
Hagrid heard a heavy drop of the
teapot.
"How could you know the three
headed lords?" he asked seriously.
"Three headed roads?" said Harry.
"It's the three dogs we see."
"Yeah! It's mine. It was bought
from a Greek nephew who I met at the
hotel last year. I lend it to
Dumbledore to watch--"
"What?" said Harry eagerly.
"Well, don't ask again," said
Hagrid gruffly.
"That's a number one secret, do you
understand?"
"But Snape wants to steal it!"
"Nonsense," said Hagrid. "Snape is
Hogwarts' teacher. He will never do
that."
 "But why is he? Yes, Lu Wei - will
be bitten by it?" Harry shouted. "I
heard him say it himself!"
"I told you, you were wrong!"
said Hagrid fiercely. "You listen to
me, all three of you are listening to
me! You are interfering with things
that have nothing to do with you. It
is dangerous. Forget the big dog." And
forget about the things it's guarding.
This is between Professor
Dumbledore and Nicoléme--"
 “Aha!” said Harry. “So it still
involves a man named Nicole Leme, is
it?
”
Macka reluctantly saw Hagrid at a
glance. He only participated in one of
the whole events, but he almost knew
the whole situation.
And Hagrid was standing in anger -
he was mad at himself.
The original plan was to cancel
it first. Now that Hagrid is angry, he
does not think it is a good choice to
stay and prepare potions.
......
Time flies, time flies, and
Hogwarts is not yet snowing, but the
weather is very cold.
One thing I have to mention is
that under the unremitting efforts of
Maca, the new type of stealth agent
has been successfully developed by
him. Not to mention long-term practice
exercises, even the formula of the
potions has changed and changed, and
the hardships are difficult to make it
clear.
Fortunately, however, it was
finally completed.
That night, Maca drank the syrup
and headed into the library's
forbidden area. He can't wait for
those dangerous and mysterious black
magic!
Before that, he had already
learned, or even learned, some of the
incantations involving dark magic
through magic books ordered at Ricoh
Bookstore, but those were selected by
the Ministry of Magic and Professor
Hogwarts. If you really want to
understand the essential difference
between black magic and white magic,
you still have to go to the forbidden
area to get a glimpse of it. "Yeah--
"
The first book that Maca opened
reveals unusual black magic. As the
reader opened it up, a frightening
face bulged on its pages, and a shout
of sensation shook the soul.
He quickly used his magic wand to
point a little, smoothing out the
magical waves in it, and the face was
then calmed down, restoring the
original appearance of the book.
"This sort of cry seems to be a
cry from the soul, not an actual
physical sound wave." Maca replied
with a frown and then turned to the
title page of the book.
"The weight of the soul is
derived from the lightness that sin
cannot bear.
-Lagna Bastos"
 He saw that under the word
"weight," he was additionally written
with several small numbers and letters
-
"0.675oc m."
“Ancient ounce unit?” Maca has
some guesses, “This is the weight of
the
soul? How is it measured?”
He quickly scrutinized the
catalogue and found that it was a book
devoted to the study of soul magic.
Although there were all theoretical
studies and no records of practical
applications, it was undoubtedly an
extremely typical black magic book.
After seeing it for a moment,
Maca found a bit wrong - the book
still had a hidden magical turbulence
that made him feel uncomfortable.
Until he closed the book, the
uncomfortable fluctuations
disappeared.
Afterwards, he continued to look
through several books, each of which
is an in-depth exploration of
dangerous and mysterious magic
knowledge. Some of them still quite
resisted being turned over and
struggled to re-close themselves.
"The more you try to touch the
magical knowledge of black magic, the
more closely it relates to human
personality. What does this mean?"
Maka left the forbidden area, sat down
at the library's window, and relaxed
because of the dangers of blackness.
Magic continues to tighten the nerves.
Filch seemed to have deliberately
come to visit because of the
movements. However, Marka did not even
look at him, but he took a step
alongside him as he passed, so that he
would not be hit by him directly.
It was that Lady Loris looked
puzzled at Maca’s side, but found
nothing.
In Macca’s eyes, the contents of
those banned books are all
interrogating the reader's personality
and heart. There are even books that
have been directly applied to such
magic, so that readers always feel the
question from the depths of the soul.
 "No, some of the books in there
aren't what I can see at the moment."
Maca wiped the fine sweat from his
forehead, dragged his tired body to
bed and went to sleep. He needed to be
short.
Head to take a rest.
After a few days, Maca made a
halfdozen new types of stealth
pharmaceuticals and put a small
waterproof label on the bottles of
those bottles. UU read the book
clearly on the label. The new name
given to them by the card is Xian Yin.
 It looks like it looks very good.
In fact, he just reorganized the
"fairy" and "stealth" words. The lazy
nature is undoubtedly revealed.
Then he secretly came to the
beating site outside the forest.
From time ago, at the request of
Macka, Professor Sprout of the herbal
medicine class often took him to take
care of the strange plants that people
liked to smoke.
Professor Sprout is the director
of Hufflepuff. She is a rather kind
and optimistic person, and she always
shows an undisguised preference for
her students.
Marka, who has achieved
outstanding results, has definitely
become her favorite student in her
heart. With regard to Maka’s request,
Professor Sprout has not yet had a
record of refusing to provide help!
It even included permission for
Maca’s application for “borrowing in
part of the Second Greenhouse”; and
she took care of this fight against
the other students.
 Of course, the reason for this,
although there is also a part of the
curiosity of this plant, but Macka
mainly looks at the secret path that
leads to Hogsmeade underneath its
roots.
At this point, Macka did not try
to rush in to find the so-called
"scarring" that could make it quiet.
There were so many tree trunks on the
trunk. He didn't know which one and he
didn't know what to do.
I saw him take out a small metal
whistle, put it in his mouth and blow
it softly. The silent sound wave hits
the willow and it immediately flutters
and trembles.
"It still looks pretty, green,"
said Maca, looking at it. "If it
doesn't move around."
Chapter 19
Embarrassing
patron saint
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
This is a magical whistle that
imitates the frequency of the
vibrations of the Toothbrush, which is
not only a natural enemies to fight
the willows, but also a group of
insects that most magical plants are
afraid of - they only eat motile
plants. .
Maca walked over and reached for a
pat on the thick rhizome that had
exposed the earth's surface. The roots
immediately trembled to the side,
revealing a deep, dark hole.
This is a cave that leans down and
only allows the next person to lie
flat and slide down. Marka frowned and
held her suitcase in her arms. Then
she glided down.
The slope was not long, and Maca
soon came to a tunnel that needed to
be bent over to move forward.
In the tunnel, all the light was
isolated and the surroundings were
dark. Macka slammed his head against
the top wall and groped for his wand.
But when he reached half, he paused
and finally returned.
The Ministry of Magic left traces
on each finished wand, and minor
wizards under the age of 17 were
immediately monitored once they used
magic outside the school. Especially
in such a small population, it is very
eye-catching and can be used without
or without it, even if he is still
within the scope of Hogwarts.
He took a small glass bottle from
the inside pocket of the robe and
shook it, sending a rustle of sand and
gravel.
In the darkness, a gentle shimmer
appeared and gradually became
brighter. If you carefully sip in the
bottle, you will find that there is a
strange haze filled with more and
more concentrated trends.
"If I earn enough money, I must
buy a portable pocket." Maca took a
robe and filled her with a variety of
bottles and cans, which seemed heavy.
Some of them are pharmaceuticals,
some are semi-finished products, and
some are even just a kind of material,
but without exception are some very
useful gadgets.
"...or do it yourself." He really
couldn't bear his money bag.
 He looked down and walked forward,
pondering over some of the things he
did not have, and soon he felt the
tunnel gradually tilted upwards.
Before long, there was a blur of light
ahead.
Maca pulled out the stopper of the
bottle that was continuously
fluorescing, and with a bang, the haze
in the tunnel dispersed and it soon
dissipated.
The fog in the bottle was gone,
leaving only a small half of the
delicate black sand to remain at the
bottom, and Maca stuck the stopper
back.
Many potions and even simple
materials can be used to play the same
effect as the curse. Some are even
more powerful than the curse, and the
threshold for use is extremely low.
Of course, you have to be prepared
in advance and take them with you. But
this is not one of the reasons why the
potion is expensive.
Over time, many potion formulas
have been shattered by the wheels of
history, leaving them in an era when
they were once brilliant. However,
there is a new generation of
pharmacists working hard for it.
Whether it is to reconstitute the
formula or try to innovate, the potion
has always maintained its position in
the magic world.
"...So, without 200 Gallon I
absolutely wouldn't agree."
In the corner of the hog bar in
Hogsmeade, a small shaman, wrapped in
a shabby hooded cape draped in a grey,
felt cloth, is quietly meditating in a
vague western village accent. What is
it talking about?
The hoarse voice, like the vocal
cords worn by his scythe, couldn't
help but frown.
On his opposite side, a wizard who
wraps his bare skin with a lot of
bandages is bargaining with him with
the same unpleasant vague voice. The
sound of that sounded simply doubtful
whether there was an old man in his
throat.
 "No! Keke, you're a new product.
Before you see the effect... It's
cough... I can't put it in my
store." I can't bet with the
credibility of my shop. ”
"But in terms of trials, coughs,
coughs, ... trials, this price is too
expensive!"
The voice of the little wizard is
still calm, and he said in a subtle
way:
"In this case, the transaction
failed."
 To put it, he stood on the table
and stood up, walking straight out
the door.
"Oh - cough, wait, damn!" The
bandage shaman said weakly. "I pay!
But, cough ... you have to be cheaper
for me - if you want to work long-
term!"
"150 Galleon, valid payment." The
little wizard, who had come to the
door, turned back and impatiently.
"Cheng, Keke... Deal."
 The bandage wizard shaltlessly
waved his hand. He really craves the
kind of practical new product—if the
effect is really good.
The little wizard is naturally a
disguised Maca. He doubled himself and
evaded the biggest shortcoming he
could face in the negotiations - his
age, and then he firmly took the upper
hand in the confrontational
confrontation.
This is a relatively satisfactory
commercial negotiation between both
parties. No matter how much the
bandage shaman showed his
unwillingness, he was always willing
to win this new product.
A new stealth drug, this is a
seductive business opportunity!
After the bandage wizard had tried
it, the two signed a magic contract in
duplicate, which finalized the long-
term deal.
"Two hundred prices, 37 divided
into ... ... a good deal!"
Returning to the shrieking hut,
Maca hung the broken cloak directly in
the old wardrobe in the room, and then
spit a small piece of stone from his
mouth. His voice finally returned to
normal.
He used his fingers to play a
magic contract scroll made of
exquisite parchment, showing a little
excited smile.
Of course, for the moment, he had
just booked 1200 gallons, but he just
just filled in the material expenses
he had consumed before practicing. And
then he will continue to practice the
preparation of other potions, and it
is still too early for him to become a
rich man!
"No wonder there is always a
saying on the title page of the
potions book, 'This is an endless road
made of gallons of gallons.'" Maka
sighed, and the excitement she had
already had with mood changes.
Disappeared without a trace.
......
Since Maca got the potion's sales
channel, everything seems to have gone
smoothly. Learning and research in
various disciplines have progressed
slowly and reliably with daily input.
What makes Mackayo happy is that he
has a real breakthrough in the patron
saint!
On a quiet night, Maca was
standing in the spacious room provided
by the House of Requests.
Yes, after a lot of time searching
and reminiscing, he finally found the
place of this place - it is located on
the eighth floor of the castle,
opposite the tapestry of "The Troll
and the Silly Barnabas".
 God knew how many times he looked
back and forth like a fool in front of
countless oil paintings, tapestries,
and stone statues in search of a
precise position!
"Calling God Guard!"
Maca stood upright in the center
of the room, wanded his wand like a
sword, standing in front of himself,
focusing all his energy and attention
on the wand's wand, and as the pure
silver white light became brighter and
brighter, Detached from Macka's wand
on his own.
 For a time, the light flowed
freely around Maca's body, forming a
faint silver-white haze.
Since Maca started practicing the
guardian curse, he always reached this
point. It can even be said that when
he first tried to practice, he could
have released this hopeful and full of
lifelike silver-white haze.
With his practice again and again,
haze has become more and more intense
again and again, but he is unable to
summon his patron saint.
 This can not help but let Maca
begin to re-examine the basic theory
of this curse.
He read a large number of books
again, but there was no special
discovery. Most of the theory of this
curse is very vague, but it means that
users need to concentrate on thinking
and remembering things that are happy
and beautiful. In short, it is
positive emotions.
In desperation, Maca had to focus
on the examples of successful cast
patron saint curse.
 Finally, hard work pays off, and
a few examples of the use of patron
saints to save the loved ones allow
him to find new breakthrough points.
He found that when a user is forced to
protect a particular subject from a
state of affairs, it is the time when
this spell is exerting real power!
"... guardian. UU reading
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Maca remembered the picture when
she first saw Luna at the graveyard.
 In the setting sun, the girl's
pale golden hair exudes a faint glow.
Before she stood on the cold
tombstone, she looked silently at the
mother who had passed away. Among the
scenes of gray tone, only her back was
so vivid;
Under the stars, when Maca
subconsciously avoided her mother's
topic. She told him calmly that it was
indeed a sad story, but it was even
more necessary to understand it.
Before leaving, Maca even
remembered her pair of silver-gray
eyes, and in that sly look, hiding the
longing for his soon-to-be separate
friend, the kind of expectation of
goodbye.
With Maca’s memories, those rich
silver-colored mists swirling around
his body suddenly emerged, turning
into a translucent silver eagle and
spiralling around him.
Maca looked at the huge eagle in
front of him, and his face was
embarrassed.
"... how can I face Dean Sprout
later?"
 In the four schools of Hogwarts,
the eagle is a symbol of Ravenclaw. It
represents fairness, sensitivity,
strictness, vision, and superiority.
When the school hat distributed
Maca, it first considered Ravenclaw
College. Although he eventually put
him in Hufflepuff for unknown reasons,
it undoubtedly explained the
difference between Macca and
Ravenclaw. shallow.
At this moment, this eagle
guardian is not only unrelated to the
emotion of “Hope to protect Luna”.
 "All in all go to sleep!"
Maca waved his wand, dispelled the
patron saint's curse, and then left
the House of Requirement with a full
sense of complexity.
Chapter 20 Veli Blois
Fiction: Books sin of Harry
Potter Author: Flo Uncle
The recent weather has gradually
changed, and the clouds in the sky
have gradually become more gloomy. The
temperature dropped again and again,
and the Hogwarts students wore warm
sweaters and clipped vests in their
robes.
In this kind of weather, the
library also got a little cold.
Many students gather in the common
room with a fireplace to do their
homework. They can also discuss their
recent anecdote with their peers.
Here, everyone does not have to worry
that Mrs. Pings, the librarian, will
pop out from somewhere, and yelling
angrily “nothing ”.
As a result, students in the
library have become less.
 It is clear that Maca is quiet and
learning in a sparsely populated area
is obviously more conducive to
efficiency. As for things like the
cold weather, he easily thought of an
easy and simple cold-proof strategy.
After making a slight deployment
of the blood of the salamander, he
created a persistent liquid that keeps
the body warm. This stuff is very
simple. It just needs to let the
energy of the fire in the salamander's
blood to diverge in the body at a very
slow rate. It can't even be called a
medicine.
However, because of this, it has a
disadvantage - you drink more water,
or your body will gradually reduce the
moisture, so that your skin becomes
dry. Of course, you don't say you will
understand it, because you will often
feel thirsty when you drink this
solution until the effect has
evaporated.
At this moment, Hermione was
sitting beside Maca and listening to
him talk about some advanced
principles of floating spells.
From time to time, the two men
lifted the cups on the table, poured a
mouthful into their mouths, and even
placed a big teapot on the table in
front of Maca. Obviously, Hermione
also tried Marca's invention, I feel
not bad, especially warm and warm.
Just as Macka talked about the
practical use of the floating spell,
both heard a clear footstep from
behind. "McLean, I heard your
rumors. Maybe we can be friends." The
man paused, and then he continued, "My
name is Malfoy,
Draco Malfoy."
Maca turned back and smiled at the
pale blond Malfoy. "Oh, of course. I
don't seem to have any reason to
reject this proposal, Malfoy."
Hermione looked at Maca, but did
not speak - although she did not have
any kind of affection for Malfoy.
"Yes! I think that you are
different from that stupid Potter. You
have a smart mind." Malfoy seemed to
be happy, smashing Harry's words.
"No! I think that anyone who
insults others is really stupid! Harry
is a smart person. He knows how to
defend his friends!" Hermione couldn't
help but she retorted.
"Forbidden!" In the distance, Mrs.
Pins looked over here.
Macka nodded apologetically over
there and hadn’t had time to speak
yet, but Malfoy spoke.
 "Nobody talks to you, you smell
this muddy mud!"
Although Hermione did not
understand the meaning of the word, it
did not prevent her from knowing that
it was an insulting word. I saw her
staring at Malfoy, like an angry hen.
"Malfoy, I must remind you that it
is not an aristocrat's behavior to
indulge other people casually!" Maca
said, frowning. "And I'm also the
socalled 'smelling muddy' in your
mouth."
 "You are not pure blood -" "all
petrochemical!"
Malfoy's surprised expression
solidified in his face, letting
several students who were not far away
sporadically stand up.
"Oh-Maka, you shouldn't--"
When Hermione's appearance, she
became uneasy, but when she was
halfway, she took it back. After
experiencing the titanic incident, she
has changed the roots of the idea of
violating school rules.
 But uneasiness still exists. She is
concerned that Macka will be punished
next.
"I didn't do anything wrong, and
the full-body binding spell was not as
good as the smashing spell. It didn't
hurt the caster." Maca took his wand
and swiped it quickly. "Petrokec is
off!"
Malfoy collapsed to the ground and
gasped, unable to speak a word.
Obviously, he was terrified.
 "It's just a punishment for you
who doesn't say anything," said Maca,
still a gentle look. He smiled and
laughed. "You can tell the teacher,
but I don't think it's a good idea."
Maca put his wand back in the
cuff, and then calmly returned to the
chair.
As a result, Malfoy did not say,
but the news quickly spread to
Professor Sprout's ear - it was Mrs.
Pings who went to report.
On the evening of the same day,
Maca was called to the professor's
office in the herbalist house next to
the greenhouse. He discovered that
Professor McGonagall was waiting there
for him.
"Mr. McLean, I have to say why you
are always in trouble!" Professor
McGonagall rushed into the tunnel.
"Oh--I think what's your reason
for using Curse on Malfoy? Can you say
it for us to hear?" Professor Sprout
was obviously still a short guard.
"Ah, yes." Maca nodded. "Malfou
said insulting Hermione. She said she
was 'muddy'. I couldn't stand it. You
know, I said it before. She is my
friend. ."
"Oh! Mud! What a terrible
vocabulary!" Professor Sprout was
surprised and said, "This is
discrimination. It should not appear
at
Hogwarts."
Starting from the founder Hilga
Hetchape, the Hufflepuff Academy has
always supported Muggle-born children
as wizards. Until now, the emergence
of outstanding Muggle wizards and
mixedblend wizards has almost become a
trend of the times, which is more
proof of how correct the initial
insistence of Helga.
"As for your feelings about your
friends, I understand very well that
Malfoy will be punished because of his
words and deeds," Professor McGonagall
said seriously. "However, the behavior
of casting a curse on classmates
violates school rules. You understand
Yet?" Say, she looked to Professor
Sprout, apparently to remind each
other that the corresponding penalty
should be made.
"Uh."
Professor Sprout looked at
Professor McGonagy with awkwardness
and for a moment he did not know what
to do - she actually did not want to
punish Macca.
"Prof. Sprout, Professor
McGonagall is right, I should be
punished." At this time, Maca instead
agreed to speak with Professor
McGonagall. "Only students who violate
school rules can be punished before
they can give it to other students."
Build up the correct concept of doing
things, so that they can avoid detours
in the future and form excellent
personality qualities..."
When Macka talked to himself, even
though he disapproved of himself,
Professor McGonagall showed a
gratifying smile.
“In that case, you stay in the
third greenhouse and take care of the
plants before going to bed this
evening. ” Professor Sprout also
grinned and nodded.
To sum up, the two professors went
to Malfoy after sending Maca to the
door of the third greenhouse. Maca
looked at the back of their departure
and after a while they only got into
the greenhouse.
Okay! The effect of a big talk was
quite remarkable. Professor McGonagall
even had no deduction before he left.
This was an unexpected
achievement. Originally, Macka just
wanted Professor McGonagall to have a
better view of him, and he took the
initiative to ask for a penalty.
"Ok?"
As soon as Maca arrived in the
third greenhouse, she immediately
discovered that there were
individuals. To be exact, that
mysterious Slytherin girl!
I saw her holding a hand shovel in
her hand and she was skilled in
changing the soil for the plants. From
her quick and smooth movements, she
could not see that she was the clumsy
girl who had no choice but to go
through the library for a long time.
Although she is still that kind of
expressionless indifference.
"Oh, hello."
Macka stumbled, feeling awkward to
ask first! Although he estimated that
the other side would not care about
him.
Kemarka apparently guessed wrong
again.
 "Hello," the young girl said,
nodding her head and saying no to her
feelings.
"Well," Maca came to her side and
began to help her change land. "If you
don't mind, can you tell me what you
call?"
"Villi Blois." She kept on hand,
only looking down at what was in her
hands and answered quickly.
Maca always could not see
through this girl, but this girl
called Villi was different from Snape
and Dumbledore. The feeling she gave
to Maca was that the girl did not have
any complicated thoughts or even any
emotions.
"It's just like a figure." Maca
thought so without a reason.
"Do you like plants?" To further
understand this mysterious girl, he
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"Yes." The answer is still
concise, and it's still dull.
"What plant do you like?"
"All."
 "There are always two or two
things that are annoying? For example,
what's the Bapo tuber?"
"No."
"Do you often come to the
greenhouse to take care of them?"
"Yes."
"That will not be himself..."
In this slightly pale question and
answer, the things on hand were
completed, but Veli was once more
surprised by Macca. When he thought
about it, this time Weili would have
to leave without saying anything, but
she did not move.
After putting the gloves back on
the debris shelf, Villie folded his
hands in front of him and continued to
make empty content with Maca. He did
not mean to go.
"Hey, I mean, don't you go?" Maca
said curiously, "like the first two
times."
"Leave it when you finish."
"That... if you can't finish it,
you've been standing there with me.”
Maca felt that his IQ was not enough.
He couldn't understand Ville's logic.
"Yes." - Actually still affirmed.
"Then do you think it's
interesting to talk to me?" Maca asked
as much as possible to ask the
conclusion he could think of as a
problem.
"I don't think so." - It really
doesn't feel fun!
"Why do you want to continue
talking?" Maca could not help but tell
the truth in his heart.
 When Villie listened to this
sentence, she paused and looked at
Macca for a moment before answering,
"Mum said that she can't leave before
others finish."
"It's polite."
Villi sank the face of maca in the
last four words.