Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…come, sit down…say slowly.”

Dumbledore waved wand again, pulled another chair and placed it at the table.

But the young witch shook his head and said: “Sorry… you must be Headmaster Dumbledore? I… I came to Mr. McLorne, but I didn’t expect…”

“Marx went out today and said that he was going to a party…” Hermione lowered her head and poked the food on the plate, casually.

“Oh–” The young witch disappointed sighed and hesitated. “Although I know it’s abrupt – I originally planned to ask Mr. McLorne to help me introduce it, but-“

She whispered: “I don’t know if I can see Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in a good condition. St. Mungo’s healer said that it is a very bad condition. The potion for treatment is very difficult to formulate. ……and so……”

“Severus?” Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Snape.

Snape rubbed her hair impatiently and looked at her indifferently: “Is McLorne not told you?”

The young witch snorted – she didn’t know what Snape was referring to.

“Potion,” Snape frowned. “McLorne is also a Potioneer—”

“He hasn’t registered yet!” Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Snape’s impatient appearance is obviously even better.

He frowned, staring at the young witch and looking again, then asked: “Do you know McLorne?”

“Yes, Mr. Snape…” She hurriedly nodded, “Mr. McLorne, and Miss Lovegood, they are the guests of our dinning hall…”

It’s already clear here that this young and beautiful witch is the new Boss of the “snow witch” dinning hall in Hogsmeade village – Selene.

“The relationship between the store and the customer?” Snape couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, I know this…but…” Selene said with a sullen expression. “I really have nowhere to go. Mother’s illness suddenly becomes serious, but St. Mungo’s has no way – it is lack of special potion. “”

Snape’s brow wrinkled more and more tightly, apparently he didn’t want to make himself troublesome.

“Severus.” Dumbledore suddenly spoke up.

Snape glanced at him and immediately swept Selene again.

“Okay, okay…” Snape bored. “I don’t care how much you have with McLorne, anyway, it’s on his head!”

“Go! Immediately!” He waved his hand impatiently and then took the lead to walk outside the door.

“He’s still so annoying.” Ron leaned over to Harry, with the smallest voice.

Just then, Ron felt something on his knees jumped up and shocked him.

“Ao!” he yelled, his elbows squatting on the edge of the table and knocking over the cup.

“What’s wrong?” Harry turned his head.

But before he could continue to say it, he found that a large ball of “peng” of a ginger yellow fell on the dinning table, and then the tablecloth smashed, and many plates and glasses were touched. Arrived on the ground.

Professor McGonagall rushed to reach it and put it on the ground, lest it continue to spoil the food.

“Oh, Crookshanks, what’s wrong with you?” Hermione exclaimed.

That’s right, the same thing with the big hairball is Hermione’s pet cat, Crookshanks.

Ron still screamed at his elbow, but felt a light on his thigh.

He quickly turned his head and happened to see his mouse Scabbers jumped to the empty chair beside him, then slammed to the ground again, spread his legs and ran to the other side.

Crookshanks will naturally not let go, it flexibly bypasses the round table and goes straight to the direction of Scabbers’ escape.

“It’s like this! It’s like this!” Ron gas hu hu stood up. “Scabbers is sleeping in my bed! Why are you stupid cats staring at it!”

He complained angrily and chased him in the direction of their running.

Hermione looked at Ron’s back and wanted to follow. But she thought about it again, but she turned her head and sat still in the chair.

“Scorpio! He stood up first! It was him!” Professor Trelawny suddenly pointed to Ron’s door and screamed loudly.

“There are twelve people in the count!” Professor McGonagall was not very angry. “You must have learned arithmetic.”

Professor Trelawny came back to his senses, and she looked around for a circle. This was vaguely said: “There should be thirteen here, but the fog of fate covers my eyes…”

After two hours, the Christmas dinner is over.

But until this time, Ron didn’t come back – Professor Trelawny has been chanting for it. Harry said he would bring some back to Ron.

“Come on?” Harry, who was about to go back, asked Hermione.

“No,” Hermione muttered. “I want to talk to Professor McGonagall.”

Harry walked to the doorway in the portrait and found that Sir Cadogan was celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former headmasters of Hogwarts, and his obese pony.

He pushed the helmet up and toasted him with a pot of honey.

“Christmas – oh – happy! password?”

“Inferior mongrel dog,” Harry said.

“You are the same, sir!” Cadogan muttered, at the same time, the picture tilted forward to let him in.

Harry immediately noticed that Ron was not in the common room, so he went straight to the dormitory.

“Oh, you are back…” Harry said. “I brought you some food… How is it?”

Harry glanced at Scabbers, who was lying on Ron’s bed at first glance. It looked even worse, but it was fatter – it was probably the same bottle of “special rat food” that Marx sent.

“Thank you,” Ron glanced at Harry’s food on the bedside table, weak and weak. “As long as the damn stupid cat is no longer coming to catch it, I think it will live for at least a few more days…”

“You didn’t feed the rat food that Marx sent to it?” Harry asked. “It looks good.”

“Hey,” Ron said. “The effect is good. Scabbers are especially fond of eating, that is, they always sleep after eating.”

“You can get better with more rest!” Harry said casually, walking towards his bed.

Ron thought about it and agreed to the location nodded.

At this point, Harry had already held his birthday gift “Broomstick Care Handbook” from Firebolt and Hermione in his arms.

“I’m going to take care of it, Ron, are you?” Harry turned his head.

Ron looked at the Scabbers lying on the bed – it seemed to be asleep.

“Hmm… okay!” Ron said.

The two walked downstairs into the common room, and Harry looked through the manual and wondered what to do with the Firebolt.

However, there is no curved broomstick that needs to be trimmed, and the broomstick is so smooth and flawless that it is obviously not polished.

He sat with Ron and appreciated it from all angles until the hole in the portrait opened and Hermione came in… with her is Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall is the head of the Gryffindor Institute, Harry only saw her come to the common room once, and that was to announce a very important thing.

He and Ron stared at her, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book and hid her face behind the book.

“Oh! This is…Firebolt!” Professor McGonagall said, although the expression was still serious, but the eyes seemed to have launched the light. “It is beautiful.”

She walked over to the fireplace and looked at the Firebolt, in a slightly amazed tone: “Who is this Christmas gift for you, Potter?”

Harry and Ron turned back and looked towards Hermione.

They saw that her forehead from the top of the book was a little red, and the book was taken down.

“Oh… yes, yes,” Harry thought his scorpion eyes were a little dry. “This is…”

He was not quite sure whether he should say it was Marx, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the subject, which surprised him and Ron.

“Oh – don’t say this first,” Professor McGonagall suddenly turned to look at Ron. “Miss Granger just told me that your pet mouse is not in good shape. She asked me to come.”

“What?” Ron felt that he must have got it wrong.

“Take me to pick up your mouse,” Professor McGonagall said. “Although I am not professional, I can at least give you a look.”

“Oh… alright!” Ron glanced at Hermione, only to find that she always hid her face behind the book.

Ron came to Dormitory with Professor McGonagall, but he was surprised to find that Scabbers is gone!

Ron looked around and couldn’t find it. Professor McGonagall had to leave a sentence “I brought it to my office after I found it” and left.

“…Hermione?” Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the female bed.

“What is she doing.” Ron whispered, sitting on the armchair next to Harry.

Harry still admired his Firebolt and didn’t lift his head: “She told me before she went up, ‘If it’s Marx, it will do it.'”

Ron scratched his hair and said with a sullen voice: “If it’s Marx, he’ll always get the problem himself – just like he gave me the rat food.”

……

“Auntie!”

On the other side, Marx, who was chatting with Ernie, was suddenly sneezing.

“Hey, Marx, is it cold?” Ernie said strangely.

Marx rubbed his nose and looked subconsciously in the direction of Hogwarts, then shook his head again.

“Maybe someone is saying something bad about me…” he said, “Where did you say that?”

“You just said that the one called Columbus knocked on the eggs on the table!” Reira rushed into the tunnel. “Well? Does he want to eat it?”