Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 86: Sudden prophecy

　　 Next to Ron, Harry yawned.

　　 The recent training is really a bit tired. He really wants to go to sleep just like that, but his astrological chart has not been completed yet.

　　He pulled the schoolbag over, took out the parchment paper, ink and quill, and started to do his homework.

　　 "You can copy me if you want." Ron said, marking the last star on his astrological chart with a single wave, and then pushing the astrological chart to Harry.

　　 Hermione does not approve of plagiarism, she couldn't help pouting, but said nothing.

　　Crookshanks still looked at Ron unblinkingly, shaking his hairy tail tip slightly. Then, it rushed over without a word and made a surprise attack.

　　 "Oh!" Ron yelled and snatched his bag-he saw that Crookshanks' four paws had firmly grasped the bag and began to bite fiercely.

　　 "Let go, you stupid beast!"

　　Ron tried to **** the schoolbag from under Crookshanks' paws, but it still held on to it, so foamy at the corners of its mouth.

　　 "Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the whole lounge was watching the excitement.

　　 Ron took his schoolbag and turned around quickly, but Crookshanks still held onto it.

　　 Suddenly, Mottle jumped out of the top of his schoolbag.

　　 "Grab that cat!" Ron shouted.

　　At this moment, Crookshanks let go of his schoolbag, jumped onto the table, and chased the terrified rat Scab.

　　George Weasley rushed over to catch Crookshanks, but he didn't catch it; Scabbers scurried around in the common room, rushing to the bottom of a large cabinet.

　　Crookshanks stopped abruptly, squatted low, and furiously reached under the cabinet with his front paws and drew them vigorously.

　　Ron and Hermione rushed over. Hermione grabbed Crookshank by the waist, then lifted it up and put it somewhere else; while Ron lay on the ground, and it took a lot of effort to grab the scruffy tail and pull it out.

　　 "Look!" He shook the spot in front of her a few times, and shouted angrily at Hermione, "It's skinny! Don't let that cat come near it!"

　　 "Crookshanks didn't know it was done wrong!" Hermione's voice was trembling, "All cats catch mice, Ron--"

　　 "This beast is really weird!" Ron tried hard to get the frantically struggling Scab back into his bag, and said loudly, "It heard me say that Scab is in my bag!"

　　 "Oh, that's nonsense," Hermione retorted, "Crookshanks will smell it, Ron, you think it will still—"

　　The people around couldn't help but start laughing.

　　"The cat just stared at Zebra!" Ron ignored the laughter. He interrupted Hermione again, "Zebra was here first, and it’s sick!"

　　 Ron finished speaking, strode across the common room and went upstairs to the boys’ dormitory.

　　 The next morning, it was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff’s herbal lesson. But in class, Ron was still angry with Hermione.

　　 At this time they are peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans in a wooden bucket.

　　 "How's Scab?" Hermione asked cautiously.

　　 Whatever the reason, Crookshanks wanted to catch Scabs. It did happen. And that dirty mouse is Ron's pet after all.

　　Hermione is also very sorry for this.

　　 "It's hiding under my bed, it's trembling all the time." Ron said angrily.

　　 He shook his hand, did not throw the barrel, and withdrew the beans on the floor of the greenhouse.

　　 "Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" cried Professor Sprout.

　　 In the blink of an eye, turquoise vines spread everywhere on the floor. In a short while, the floor of the greenhouse was full of bright lavender flowers, and strands of cold air drifted out of the stamens in the meantime.

　　 Not far away, Maca bent down and took a closer look at the flowers on the ground.

　　 "Professor Sprout, are these crampons a new breed?" After a while, he straightened up and asked Sprout.

　　 "Oh, yes-this is what I improved. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

　　 Professor Sprout, who was cleaning the greenhouse with his wand, took the time to turn around and smiled.

　　 "It's really beautiful." Maca nodded and said.

　　While Maca looked at the flowers from side to side, Harry suddenly leaned in.

　　 "Wood has always wanted me to ask you—oh, the captain of our team—he wants to know, are you really not participating in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry asked quietly.

　　 "Huh? Yes, don't participate." Maca shook his head, "There are too many things, I can't be too busy, but--"

　　 "But what?" Harry asked quickly.

　　 "I meant to say, I will cheer for you." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You are flying very well, not worse than Cedric in our college... Of course, Cedric Gram is also very strong, I am telling the truth."

　　 "Oh-since you said that -" Harry smiled and said, "I'll do my best!"

　　The next class of the little badgers is fortune telling.

　　 Speaking of it, Professor Trelawney, who is always nagging and likes to predict bad things, seems to have not paid attention to Maca since the first class.

　　 But in this class, Maca somehow became her key prophecy object.

　　 "Oh, Mr. McLean, I have to say—" Professor Trelawney stared at the crystal ball in front of him, staring at the white mist flowing inside, "Not far in the future, darkness Will come, the ominous will return..."

　　 She shuddered suddenly, as if she was afraid of something.

　　 she yelled: "Oh! It's terrible! Someone will die! Someone—"

　　 Trelawney slammed the table, her eyes widened, her hands trembling unceasingly.

　　Maca was confused by her--to be honest, he didn't know whether to trust Trelawney, but just in case, he asked.

　　 "Who will return?" He said calmly, "Voldemort?"

　　 Seeing Maca blurt out the name without hesitation, many little wizards of pure-blood origin covered their mouths subconsciously.

　　 But Trelawney shook her head vigorously, and her long, slightly curly hair was tossed over, and then tossed back.

　　 "No... believe me, it's better not to say it... don't say it..." She propped up on the edge of the table and moved away.

　　 Maca frowned and sat there thinking for a while, before finally shook his head.

　　 "Anyway, it's not a bad thing to be well prepared..." He muttered, "Anytime, anywhere."

　　 After a while, it’s time for get out of class to end.

　　 Everyone was communicating with each other the scary prediction that Trelawney had said to Maca. When he was going to the auditorium to enjoy today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door of the classroom and walked in.

　　 "I was busy dealing with the crampons on the ground just now, I forgot to say something!" She gasped slightly, "Remember to give me the application form before Halloween-you can't go to Hogg if you don't hand in the form Maude. So, hurry up!"

　　 "Oh, yeah, I have to hand in the form if I want to go to Hogsmeade..." Maca blinked, "I've been used to it, I really forgot about it."

　　 This thought only stayed in Maca's mind for at most two seconds, before being thrown behind him again.

　　 Where do you want him to get an autograph? Do you want to sign Dumbledore?

　　 But at this moment, in the transformation classroom, Harry, who has the same situation as Maca, is not as free and easy as him.

　　 Although Harry had decided to ask Professor McGonagall a long time ago, he had been thinking about the time for a class, but he still didn't make up his mind.

　　 Until just now, when Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to hand in the form as soon as possible, he mustered up his courage at Ron's urging.

　　 "Go and ask." Ron whispered to Harry.

　　 "Oh, but—" Hermione obviously disagrees.

　　 "Go, Harry," Ron urged stubbornly.

　　 Harry waited until everyone had left before slowly "moving" to Professor McGonagall's table.

　　 "Huh, Potter?"

　　 Harry took a deep breath.

　　 "Professor, my aunt and uncle...oh... they forgot to sign my application form." He said nervously.

　　Professor McGonagall looked at him from above the lens and said nothing~IndoMTL.com~So...oh...do you think it will work...I mean, can I...if I go to Hogmore Virtue, will it work? "

　　Professor McGonagall looked back and flipped through the paper on the table.

　　 "I'm afraid it won't work, Potter," she said, "You heard what I said just now. Don't go if you don't hand in the form. This is a rule."

　　 "But the professor...my aunt and uncle...you know, they are all Muggles! They don't really understand...understand the Hogwarts forms and activities." Harry thought hard. With appropriate vocabulary, "If you say I can go..."

　　 Ron nodded vigorously to encourage him.

　　 "But I won't say that." Professor McGonagall said.

　　 She stood up and put her paper neatly in the drawer.

　　"The application stated that it was written in blatant terms and must be approved by the parent or guardian." She turned to look at him with a weird expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You'd better go quickly, or you won't be able to catch up with lunch."

　　 This obviously cannot be saved.

　　Ron scolded Professor McGonagall a lot of bad things, which made Hermione very annoyed; she deliberately showed a "finally finished" expression on her face, making Ron even more angry.

　　 And the students in the class are talking loudly and happily, when they go to Hogsmeade, what they will do first.

　　 Harry silently endured this with depression.

　　 "There will always be a feast," Ron wanted to cheer Harry, he patted Harry, "You know, the Halloween dinner is always a feast."

　　 "Yes," Harry said gloomily, "That must be great."