Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 97: Sale without a loss

　　 "What's next?" Harry asked curiously, "What are you doing again?"

　　 "Yes, yes... Then, we'accidentally' noticed Filch's filing cabinet drawer, one of which said: Confiscation of supplies, high danger."

　　 "Don't tell me you--" Harry said, couldn't help but laugh, "Well, what did you do?"

　　 Fred squeezed his eyes at Harry and said, "George threw another big dung bomb, which distracted him. And I, quickly opened the drawer and grabbed it—this!"

　　 He said, pointing to the old parchment on the table.

　　"This thing is not as bad as it sounds, you need to know," George said. "We think Filch never found out how to use this parchment...but he probably guessed what it was. Otherwise he would not confiscate it."

　　 "Do you know how to use it?"

　　 "Oh, yeah," Fred said with a smirk, "This little thing teaches us more than the entire school teacher teaches!"

　　 "Are you kidding me?" Harry looked at the tattered parchment with a look of disbelief.

　　 "Oh, you said we lied to you?" George spread out his hands exaggeratedly, then took out his wand and tapped the parchment.

　　 "I solemnly swear that I did nothing good."

　　 Suddenly, the thin ink lines immediately spread out like a spider web from the place where the wand had just touched.

　　 These lines interlaced each other, extending to every corner of the parchment paper, and then some curved dark green writing began to appear on the parchment paper:

　　"Auxiliary supplier for magical prank makers: Moon face, Wormtail, Bigfoot and Prongs-gentlemen proudly present the map of live spots!"

　　 This map shows all the details within Hogwarts.

　　 But what is really worth noting is the small ink dots that move along the map. Each ink dot is marked with a name with tiny letters.

　　 Harry was so surprised, he leaned over to take a closer look.

　　 A small ink spot in the upper left corner shows that Professor Dumbledore is pacing in the study; Filch’s cat, Mrs. Lorice, is hovering on the third floor; and the tricky ghost Pepy Ghost is jumping in the prize room Jump away.

　　 Harry's eyes swept up and down in the hallway he was familiar with.

　　 "Uh—" Harry suddenly raised his head and looked at the Weasley twin brothers, "Did you see Maca?"

　　 "Oh, let me see... Um... Maybe he has left school?" George shrugged, "Don't care about that, today I mainly want you to watch—"

　　 Following George's finger, Harry noticed something.

　　 This map shows a series of passages that he has never entered before. Many of these passages seem to lead to...

　　"It's the road leading to Hogsmeade," Fred said, pointing his finger along a passage, "There are seven of them! Now, Filch knows these four—"

　　 He pointed out the four ones one by one, "But we are sure, only we know the other few... Don’t bother with the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We had been using it before last winter, but it collapsed— —It's completely blocked."

　　"We think no one has ever walked through this one, because the beating willow is planted at its entrance..."

　　"But this one—yes, look at this one. It leads to the cellar of the Honey Duke. We have walked many times. You may have noticed that the entrance is just below this room. Through the hunchback of this one-eyed old woman."

　　 "Moon face, worm tail, big feet, pointed fork," Qiao Qia sighed, and he patted the title of the map, "We owe them so much love!"

　　 "Noble people, work tirelessly to help a new generation of people who break the rules!" Fred solemnly said.

　　 "Right," George said briskly, "Don't forget to wipe it off when you run out!"

　　"—otherwise others would see it." Fred warned, "Just tap it again and say,'The prank is over', and it will become a blank parchment again."

　　 "Then, little Harry," Fred said in a strange way, following Percy's accent, "remember to behave."

　　 "See you at Honey Duke." George said with a wink.

　　 Then, both of them smirked contentedly and left.

　　……

　　 In fact, Maca is not in school. At this moment, he and Tyrande are visiting the family of managers in Hogsmeade Village!

　　"...Mr. Hossa, this event is also to commemorate the founder Hangis." Maca sat on the sofa and said calmly, "You must know, I am also a member of Hufflepuff College. , And so is Mr. Hangis-this is the glory of our college."

　　 Across from him, a fat old man with a big brown beard was lying halfway in another larger sofa. If it's just about width, he is like some of Hagrid's lost brothers.

　　 The fat old man Hossa lazily looked at Macka and said, "Yes, it sounds like a good proposal... My great ancestor created Hogsmeade here. This is a piece of A major event worth recording in the history of British magic!"

　　 "In fact, it has indeed been recorded in the history of English magic." Maca echoed.

　　 "Yes, you're right." Hossa stretched out a fat finger and pointed at Maca. "To be honest, I really want to go to this outdoor party, but It's a pity, my body—you know."

　　 "I don't care if people judge my body, it's not a big deal... But I have to say that it makes me feel a little tired." Hossa babbled, "Get active It's really not very convenient..."

　　 Behind Hoosa, a woman like a nurse patted him on the shoulder.

　　 "Sir, it's time to take the medicine," she said.

　　 Hossa squinted his eyes and shook his fat head slightly.

　　 "Okay, okay-then I won't send you off," he said to Maca, "Child, I agree to this activity-I have no reason to refuse-I will let my son replace me Attended."

　　, Maca nodded to Tyrande who was sitting next to him, and then politely got up and left.

　　 "I said, cough cough...Mr. McLean..." Outside the house, Tyrande had been staring at Maca, "I think I still don’t... cough cough... I can’t accept This fact—"

　　"Businessmen care about interests first," Maca said lightly, "but I'm very happy. Sometimes, more humane cooperation is more conducive to continuation and development."

　　 "But I don't see how happy you are at all." Tyrande couldn't help but sneered to himself.

　　 just a few steps away, Tyrande couldn't help it again.

　　 "Mr. McLean," he asked again, "I still want to ask, your event this time... ahem... Although it doesn't cost much, but after all, it's also... Money—"

　　 "Do you want to ask what's the value?" Maca turned his head and said.

　　 "Ahem... Yeah!" Tyrande said.

　　 "This is a human investment with uncertain returns," Maca said naturally, "I also said just now-I like more humane cooperation."

　　Tyrande, who often does business in the magical world, doesn’t understand that after his little bit? Indeed, having a good relationship with the graduating students is a low-cost and efficient choice.

　　 If done properly, Maca will be able to build a network of his own in just a few years. Regardless of the effect, the value it can create will definitely be higher than the cost of input.

　　 And the most important thing is-this kind of investment is not complicated and does not require frequent follow-up operations.

　　The relationship between people is sometimes that simple.

　　 "It's like...ahem...a shrunken Hogwarts?" Tyrande couldn't help but said.

　　Maca shook his head: "That still needs a strong strength to support-the pharmacist's ability alone is not enough."

　　 "Do you want to be the next... Dumbledore?" Tyrande's eyes widened.

　　 In fact, Tyrande wanted to say "Greenward".

　　 After all, the latter did it more directly and thoroughly; he left a dark legend in the magical world—but he failed. Dumbledore defeated him in an extraordinary duel with his personal strength. he.

　　 However, Maca still shook his head.

　　 "I am me, not the next one." He calmly said, "I don't have the love to protect the magical world, nor the ambition to conquer and change the magical world... I'm just planning ahead~ IndoMTL.com~ that's all. ."

　　 The two talked from time to time and walked towards the main road of Hogsmeade Village.

　　……

　　 On the other hand, Harry had followed the secret road to the cellar of the Duke Bee.

　　 There are wooden chairs, boxes, and barrels filled with various stocks.

　　 Harry climbed out of the floor door and closed it carefully—this door was so integrated with the dusty floor, it was hard to tell that there would be such a door on the floor.

　　 He slowly climbed up the wooden staircase leading upstairs.

　　 Now he is convinced that he heard all kinds of people talking, not to mention the sound of ringing bells and opening and closing doors.

　　 Harry didn't know what he should do. At this moment, he suddenly heard a door open in a nearby place and someone was going downstairs.

　　 "Take another box of jelly slugs, dear... they are about to buy out our stock..." A woman's voice came.

　　 Immediately, a pair of feet stepped up the stairs.

　　 Harry quickly got behind a huge wooden crate, waiting for the sound of footsteps to go away.

　　 He heard the man moving the box on the opposite wall. He thinks maybe there won't be another chance--

　　 Harry came out of hiding quickly and silently, walking up the stairs as fast as he could; he looked back and saw a wide back and a shiny head buried in a mouth Under the box.

　　 He walked to the door at the top of the stairs, then slipped out the door, and then he found himself behind the Honey Duke’s counter.

　　The Honey Duke was as always crowded with Hogwarts students, and no one would take a look at Harry.

　　 Harry walked between them, looking around.