Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 96: Surprise for graduates

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

　　 Although Maca does not always care about grades, other students have to pay attention to their studies. Especially the seventh grade students, they are not only facing graduation, adulthood and job hunting, before that, there are N.E.W.T. exams waiting for them!

　　 Charlotte Witte, who has been a "big beauty" for seven full years, is one of the graduates.

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

　　Because, you still have to take an exam! You have to go to the exam desperately!

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

　　 For this, she had to put aside all thoughts and devote herself to the **** of learning, reviewing, and relearning.

　　 Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with my old lady? Holiday? No, don't be kidding, it doesn't exist in the life of a seventh grader!

　　Sometimes, textbooks are like shit. When you are driven crazy by hunger, there is only one option left!

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

　　 "No, it's not too late to be gentle after the exam." She plunged into the data pile again, "Oh, shit! Wrong again!"

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

　　 Recently, the sky suddenly cleared, showing a dazzling egg white color; the grounds that had been muddy due to heavy rain were also covered with a layer of shiny hoarfrost one morning.

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

　　Spell teacher Professor Flitwick decorates his classroom with shimmering light sources—these light sources are actually a group of little fairies that constantly shake their wings.

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

　　 But this year, Ron and Hermione both decided to stay at Hogwarts. Ron said he couldn’t bear to be with Percy for two weeks, and Hermione insisted that she was going. library.

　　 But Harry knew in his heart-they did it to accompany him, for which he was very grateful.

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

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

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

　　 "Is it McLean again? But Christmas is not here yet?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

　　 The targets of this group of owls were obviously scattered. They fluttered their wings and flew to the sky above the four long tables, and dropped the white envelopes.

　　 For a while, it was like envelope rain in the auditorium.

　　 After a while, everyone noticed—the recipients of these letters were all seventh-graders who were about to graduate.

　　 "Oh-McLean?"

　　 "...Yes, so is mine."

　　 "Same!"

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

　　 "Graduate party?" The first voice rang.

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

　　 Yes, that's right! I don't know what Maca's idea is, but he is really going to hold an open-air party to send off graduates in Hogsmeade Village!

　　 Even the Slytherins, who are often not seen by the other three colleges, have a share. This is a rare thing.

　　In this invitation letter, it also specifically stated one point: If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go, everything is voluntary.

　　 "Are you going?"

　　 "Why not?"

　　 "But the exam..."

　　"Let it go to hell! Do you think more than a day and a half will allow you to pass safely?"

　　 "Oh-yes, as the letter said, ‘I won’t regret that I’m not crazy once after you graduate’!"

　　 "Yes! That's right, that's it!"

　　Similar conversations were held on long tables in various colleges. Although some graduates did not agree with it, most people thought this was a great idea.

　　 Soon, the message in the letter was passed along with the dining table-it’s okay for the lower grades to participate, but the drinks and food are not free.

　　 This time, Maca bleeds inexplicably, and he actually wants to host an outdoor party at his own expense!

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

　　 Just when everyone was a little excited, Maca’s owl, Malfurion, also rushed in from the gate. It did not stay, but dropped a letter to Dumbledore who was sitting in the middle of the faculty seat, and immediately spread its wings and flew out of the hall.

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

　　 He opened it and took a look, but continued: "Oh, more than that-everyone has a share."

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

　　 Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall immediately became quiet.

　　 "I regret to tell everyone that this party is just a personal act of Mr. McLean-he has not notified me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think this is not compliant." He looked at everyone. Slowly and authentically.

　　At the long tables in each college, many students showed a frustrated expression.

　　"But..." At this moment, everyone's hearts were hanging again. "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the party is just a personal act, the school seems to have no reason to stop everyone?"

　　 Dumbledore blinked, and he looked a bit mischievous.

　　 "Although Mr. McLean also invited me, there are still things I have to accomplish—" As he said, he turned his head and looked at everyone on the faculty seat, "If other professors have time to participate, That is their personal freedom."

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

　　 Suddenly, the students off the court cheered happily.

　　"Farewell to the graduates?" Hermione said strangely, "What is Maca doing?"

　　 "Who knows?"

　　 Harry was a little depressed, because he couldn't go—at least he couldn't go in an open manner.

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

　　 Yes, this is indeed an interesting event. But everyone is wondering what exactly is the reason why Maca held this event; or they simply didn't think about it, just prepared to go crazy at the outdoor party.

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

　　……

　　 The next day, on the morning everyone went to Hogsmeade, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then walked up the marble staircase back to the Gryffindor Tower alone—he planned Rely on the invisibility cloak to find a way to slip out of school.

　　 Snow fluttered outside the window, and the castle seemed very quiet.

　　 "Huh—Harry!"

　　 Harry turned around in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, and he saw Fred and George looking secretly from behind a one-eyed hunchback witch statue.

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

　　 "We will come to give you a little holiday atmosphere before we leave." Fred said, blinking mysteriously, "Come here..."

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

　　 George closed the door gently, then turned around and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

　　 "Give you a Christmas present early, Harry." He said with a smile.

　　, Fred, with a wave of his hand, took out something from the cloak and put it on an empty table~IndoMTL.com~It was a big, square, and very old sheepskin. The paper, there was nothing written on it-Harry thought it was Fred and George's joke again, so he could not help but stare at it with his eyes widened, lest he be taken up by the twins again.

　　 "I said, what is this?"

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

　　 "It's a bit reluctant to give it to you," Fred said, "but last night we decided that you need it more than we do!"

　　 "Anyway, we have memorized its contents." George continued, "We will give it to you-we don't need it anymore."

　　 "Why do I want such a shabby parchment?" Harry asked suspiciously.

　　 "An old piece of parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a grimace, as if Harry looked down on him, "Explain, George."

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

　　 Harry snorted, and he wondered if Fred and George were naive.

　　"...Well, at least more naive than we are now!" George said, "There was a little accident between us and Filch at that time."

　　"We put a big dung bomb in the hallway. For some reason, this bomb made him very frustrated-so he dragged us into his office and started to use the usual... Against us."

　　 "Confinement?" Harry interjected.

　　 "Take out our intestines!" George grinned, and Harry immediately curled his lips.

　　 "What's next?" Harry urged.