Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 59: Trust and suspicion

　　 "What's wrong, Ron?"

　　 Harry saw that his good friend seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth several times without making a sound, he couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Well, actually I--" Ron was entangled, but he couldn't say anything in the middle of the conversation.

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

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

　　 Although he did see Maca leaving behind that corner on that day. It was just a moment, but he was so familiar with Maca's robe, which was always hiding a lot of things, and it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake.

　　 "...No, it's nothing. I just think they can believe everything! They doubt you, Harry." Ron paused, changing the dull tone just now.

　　The crowd gradually thinned out, and they were finally able to ascend the stairs effortlessly.

　　 "Do you really think there are secret rooms?" Ron turned his head and asked Hermione.

　　 "I don't know," she said, frowning, "Dumbledore can't cure Mrs. Lorice, which makes me think that the guy who attacked it might not be—oh—not a human. "

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

　　 Immediately, they saw about twenty spiders crawling in a panic on the windowsill, seeming to be eager to get out of a small crack in the glass. A long silver wire hung down like a rope, and it seemed that they had hurried up through this wire and escaped to the window.

　　Ron was taken aback. He has always hated spiders, especially the way they crawl quickly.

　　 Hermione giggled.

　　 "What's so funny," Ron said angrily. "You know, when I was three years old, Fred turned my—my teddy bear into An ugly big spider! If you have had an experience like mine, you would not like them. If you are holding your teddy bear, suddenly it has many legs and..."

　　 He had a cold fight and couldn't talk anymore, and Hermione was obviously still holding back a laugh.

　　 Harry thought they had better not talk about this topic, and hurriedly said: "Remember the water on the ground at that time? Where did it come from? Someone dragged the floor."

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

　　 "Can't go in," Ron's hand was scalded by the doorknob. "It's a girl's bathroom."

　　 "Oh, Ron, there won't be anyone in there," Hermione said. She stood up straight and walked over, "This is the site of the crying Myrtle. Come on, let's go in and take a look."

　　 She ignored the big sign that said "fault" and opened the door.

　　 Myrtle is a ghost, and not very popular. She has a bad temper, always hiding in this bathroom and crying, and she has even poured cold water on the girl who broke in by mistake.

　　 But in general, it's just because of inexplicable low self-esteem.

　　 Harry and the others went in and asked a few words, but Myrtle was obviously reluctant to talk more. After answering the wrong questions, she slipped into the toilet and splashed all of them with water.

　　Unfortunately, they had just exited the girls’ bathroom, but they ran into Ron’s brother Percy again.

　　 Unlike Ron, Percy has excellent academic performance and always likes to show off his prefect badge to his brother. In school, he is always serious-he thinks he should not care about personal affairs.

　　 For example, he deducted 5 points from Gryffindor.

　　 In the common room that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat as far away as possible from Percy. Ron has been in a bad mood lately. He always spilled ink on the paper while doing his magic homework.

　　 When he absently took out the magic war, trying to clear the stains, he unexpectedly lit the parchment. Ron was so angry that there was a flame in his heart, and he snapped his "Standard Spell Level Two".

　　 To Harry's surprise, Hermione also closed the book hard.

　　 "But, who would this be?" she whispered, "Who wants to drive all the dumb gunners and Muggle-born people out of Hogwarts?"

　　 "Maybe it's Malfoy!" Ron said casually.

　　 He lowered his head, making it difficult to see his eyes. And Hermione looked at him, although there was some suspicion on her face, there was a faint agreement in her heart.

　　 "You mean--"

　　 "Of course it is him!" Ron said more and more vigorously, and suddenly raised his head to look at Hermione, "You heard him say,'The next one is you, Mudblood!'. In fact, you just have to watch. Look at his ugly mouse face, you know it is him—"

　　 Hearing this, Harry also closed the book.

　　 "Look at their family! Their whole family is in Slytherin, and he often shows off this to others-they are probably descendants of Slytherin. His father is evil enough..."

　　 "They may have taken the key to the secret room for centuries!" Seeing Harry also agreed, Ron's eyes flickered, but his tone became firmer, "Passed down from generation to generation, father passed on Son..."

　　 "Yes," Hermione said cautiously, "I think it's possible..."

　　 "Then how do we prove it?" Harry said pessimistically.

　　 "There may be a way," Hermione said slowly, and hurriedly glanced at Percy across the room, lowering her voice. "Of course, it's not easy to do, and it's dangerous, very Danger! We probably violated fifty school rules."

　　 "Come on! What is it?" Ron asked impatiently.

　　 "Well, it's okay to tell you now." Hermione said calmly. "All we need to do is to enter the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without letting him recognize it. Us."

　　 "It's impossible." Harry said, and Ron also showed a bored expression.

　　 "No, it's possible," Hermione said, "We just need some compound decoctions."

　　 "What is that?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.

　　 "A few weeks ago, Snape mentioned in class—"

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

　　 Her voice was getting smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

　　 "Oh, Maca..." Ron repeated, but didn't say another word.

　　 Harry cautiously said: "Really...I mean, don’t you really ask Maca? Let’s talk about this without talking about the secret room first-um-compound decoction, I should ask Ma Would the card be better?"

　　 He waited for a while, seeing that the two of them had been silent all the time, and the doubt on his face became even worse.

　　 "What happened to you... Maca?" Harry couldn't help but asked directly.

　　 "No, it's nothing, I just think... Is Maca a bit too withdrawn recently..." Ron hesitated.

　　 Hermione pursed her mouth, glanced at Ron, and whispered: "Harry, don't ask for it. I will ask Maca about the compound decoction tomorrow..."

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

　　 Eventually, they had to go to Lockhart and ask for a signed note for borrowing books from the restricted area—in fact, Lockhart was willing to sign his name anywhere.

　　 "So, Harry," Lockhart said when Hermione folded the note clumsily and put it in her bag. "Tomorrow is the first Quidditch game of the season, right? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, right?"

　　 "I heard that you did well in training-I was also a seeker back then. They wanted me to run for the national team, but I would rather devote my life's energy to destroying the underworld... But if you think I need to start a small stove, just come to me. I am always happy to pass on my experience to players who are not very capable!"

　　 Harry grunted vaguely in his throat, and hurriedly followed Ron and Hermione away.

　　 "I can't believe it," Harry said when the three of them carefully studied the signatures on the note. "He didn't even see what book we wanted!"

　　"Because he is a foolish fool." Ron said, “Follow him! Anyway, what we want is already available~IndoMTL.com~He is not a foolish fool.” They ran to the book Hermione frowned when he went to the museum.

　　If there was no Maca, Hermione’s attitude would not stop at this time, perhaps even more fanatical. After all, she was one of Lockhart's followers. But at the moment, she really didn't have the time to manage that much, she just said a word.

　　 There are so many upsets recently!

　　 Soon, they ran to the library to borrow a book called "Powerful Potion", and then hurriedly went to the ladies' bathroom of Myrtle.

　　……

　　 At 11 o'clock on Saturday, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began.

　　 At this time, Maca is also sitting in the viewing seat. He didn't want to come, but Luna seemed to be very interested in Quidditch-she just pulled Maca to the Ravenclaw's audience.

　　 He looked at Luna's enthusiastic look. He felt that there was no emotion left in his heart, but he felt that it would be good to accompany her once.

　　 This is a sultry, hot and humid weather, and there is a faint thunder in the sky, making everyone feel that it will definitely rain for a while.

　　 It didn’t take long for the game to begin.

　　 Malfoy straddled his brand new light wheel 2001, shuttled back and forth under Harry, seeming to show off the speed of his broomstick.

　　 Not long after, a heavy black wandering ball suddenly flew towards him!

　　 Harry barely avoided it, and he even felt the ball move his hair as it flew by.

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

　　 "Is it... that house elf?" Maca secretly asked.