Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 102: Utility or friendship

　　 By the campfire, Maca rubbed his cheeks vigorously-he had just put on a pose on the Slytherin side, which really took a lot of his expression.

　　 beside him, many students crowded around him to praise this outdoor party. Many graduates have said that this is probably the most precious memory since entering Hogwarts.

　　There are of course many precious memories, but it is the first one that people can clearly point out their "value"!

　　Maca curled up the corners of his mouth, forced himself to put on some smiles, and then chatted with everyone.

　　 To tell the truth, Maca’s real purpose for hosting the party is indeed utilitarian, but from another perspective, he may not have the thought of "really wanting to make friends with everyone."

　　 The word "friend" can be light or heavy; but no matter how you say it, it is something that can affect a person's life.

　　 Although it is really difficult to understand friendship or something for the current Maca, this does not prevent him from using the "past self" as the criterion for judging him and spending more time deciding how to act.

　　 Over time, more Slytherins joined the ranks of the campfire. It can be seen that they are not comfortable with such simple, enthusiastic, and even some rude communication, but Maca usually takes the trouble to help them understand each other and integrate into it.

　　 The night is getting deeper and everyone is getting tired, but when Maca is planning to announce the end of the party, everyone feels a little abnormal...

　　 "Do you think it seems to have suddenly become cold?"

　　 The little wizards communicated with each other suspiciously, and as the feeling of anxiety gradually surged, the court became quiet. The professors have already drawn out their magic wands-they know very well that it must be those dementors who are here again!

　　 At this time, the calmest person in the audience is of course Maca-he can't be calm if he doesn't, but Snape's appearance is actually not lost to him.

　　 Both of them were squinting. Maca was staring in the direction of Hogsmeade Village. The chill came from the other side of the hillside. Snape was expressionless. Staring at Maca.

　　 Snape was very curious about Maca's strength. He always felt that every time Maca was shot, it would bring everyone a big surprise.

　　Maca will certainly surprise everyone.

　　 Not to mention the past few shots, at least today, he has been mentally prepared for the "Dementor will come".

　　Since the dark creatures will patrol the streets of Hogsmeade Village at night, the huge "happiness" released at the party is like a delicacy specially prepared for them.

　　 Although it’s not clear why Dumbledore acquiesced to the holding of this evening party, he didn’t even come to attend it with confidence; but just because he also acquiesced to the professors to attend, it can be seen that he had already recognized it. The dementors will come suddenly.

　　 "Don't panic, everyone gather in the middle!" Maca suddenly said loudly.

　　The uneasy students heard the words, they all subconsciously obeyed Maca's command, and almost everyone squeezed toward him.

　　 After the last time the Dementors attacked the Quidditch Stadium, everyone is familiar with the chill. At this moment, Maca's words are like a key, opening the door of everyone's memory.

　　 "Is it... a dementor?" A Slytherin said nervously, and walked a few steps in the middle.

　　 At this moment, several dark shadows suddenly appeared on the top of the opposite hillside. They were floating off the ground, coming here. And behind them, more horror figures gradually appeared.

　　The students couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice.

　　The professors all moved forward, standing unwillingly among the dementors and the little wizards, their wands lit up with a familiar silver-white haze.

　　 At this time, Maca was of course not idle. He took out a large potion bottle from his waist-it was as big as two fists of an adult. Such potion bottles are obviously not common. .

　　 Snape frowned and looked at the big potion bottle with a thoughtful expression.

　　 At this moment, the dementors are getting closer and closer to this side, the surrounding cold is getting more and more solid, and everyone shrinks their necks involuntarily.

　　Maca noticed that the students closest to there began to back away, and everyone was getting closer and closer.

　　 "It's time." Maca thought so, and decisively pulled out the cork.

　　 Suddenly, a very dense milky white mist quickly emerged from the mouth of the bottle and spread out in a spherical shape.

　　 The haze spreads very fast, and the range is quite wide. It not only covers the students, but even the professors standing in the front.

　　 "Don't worry, this kind of fog can make the dementors inaccessible, as long as it is safe to stay inside!" Maca said loudly, "Leave everything to the professors, and you will be fine soon!"

　　 "By the way, everyone, let me pass..."

　　 He squeezed all the way to the front, and then quickly walked out of the white haze area and stood behind the professors.

　　 Yes, he has no plans to use his wand at all today. There are several professors, he just needs to watch.

　　 Although the dementors attracted this time are not too few, they are obviously less than the Quidditch stadium. The professors who had no worries about each called out their own patron saints, and soon drove the dementors away.

　　 In fact, without the haze protective cover made by Maca, the students would have nothing to do. At best, it would be just a piece of chocolate.

　　 can give everyone a sense of security when everyone is in panic, but it is a very meaningful thing.

After 　　, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, everyone cleaned up, and then went back to Hogwarts in a carriage drawn by night skies.

　　On the way back, everyone was happily discussing the party...Of course, there was also the experience of just being attacked by a dementor.

　　 To be honest, the little wizards didn't have much fear left this time. In addition to the protection of the professors, it has to be said that Macana's seemingly unnecessary behavior is indeed indispensable.

　　……

　　 The next morning, in a dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower...

　　 "Harry?" Ron shouted hesitantly.

　　 Harry remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.

　　 After a while, he heard Ron leave. After that, there seemed to be another movement, but he was not in the mood to open his eyes and take a look.

　　 Harry hadn't slept much all night, and he felt a feeling of hatred that he had never known before. This feeling of hatred was like poison.

　　 in a daze, he saw Black laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken the magic photo from the album and posted it in front of him.

　　 He looked, as if someone was showing a movie for him, Sirius Black was blasting Peter Pettigrew to pieces—I don’t know why, Peter looked like Neville.

　　 He seemed to hear someone muttering excitedly: "It's done, master... The Potters have made me their secretaries..."

　　 Then there was another person's voice, and this person laughed sharply. It is the voice of the man that he will hear in his head when the dementor approaches...

　　 He didn't get up from bed until near noon, only then did he find that there was no one in the dormitory.

　　 He got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room. There was no one there, only Ron, who was eating a toad mint and massaging his stomach; and Hermione, who was spreading homework across three tables.

　　 "Harry, you—you don't look good." Ron looked at him.

　　 "Where are all the people?" Harry asked.

　　 "Go! This is the first day of the holiday, remember?" Ron said, watching Harry carefully. "It's almost lunch. I was going to wake you up right away."

　　 "Yeah! If it weren't for the open-air party last night, everyone would have gone home yesterday." Hermione followed, "just after visiting Hogsmeade Village."

　　 Harry sank into the chair by the fireplace. Snow is still flying outside the window. Crookshanks lay spread out in front of the fireplace, like a large **** blanket.

　　 "You really have a bad face~IndoMTL.com~Do you know?" Hermione said, looking anxiously at his face.

　　 "I'm fine," Harry said dryly.

　　 "Harry, listen," Hermione said, exchanging glances with Ron, "You must be upset about what we heard yesterday. But what matters is that you must not do stupid things— And, doesn’t Maca think something is wrong? You know, he usually doesn’t make mistakes—"

　　 "So what!" Harry said grumpily, "Whether it is Blake or Peter, the outcome of the matter has not changed at all... And, what stupid thing can I do?"

　　 "Like... to track Black." Ron said sharply.

　　 Harry understood that the two of them had probably practiced this kind of dialogue before he came down. He said nothing.

　　 "You wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" Hermione said.

　　 "It's not worth dying for Black." Ron continued.

　　 "As soon as the dementor approached me, I saw what I heard, do you know?" Ron and Hermione both shook their heads with a worried look.

　　"I can hear my mother screaming, and hear her pleading with Voldemort. If you hear your mother screaming like that, you are about to be killed by someone who screamed before...you will not forget it! If you find out Someone, everyone thought it was her friend, but he betrayed her and asked Voldemort to chase her—"

　　 Just then, a figure appeared at the door of the common room.

　　"So, what do you want to do?"

　　 "Maca?" Hermione said in surprise, "Did you not go back? Also, how did you pass the fat woman?"

　　 "It just so happened that I came from Professor McGonagall, and she told me the password." Maca calmly said, "As for why I didn't go back, this is what I want to say..."