Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 117: Chaotic night


  Not long before Hermione was mad at Ron, in the principal’s room...

   "McLean, what do you think this is?" Dumbledore used his wand to pick the candlestick he placed on the table. At the top of the middle of the three candles, there was a group of translucent black flames without wind. Swaying non-stop.

   This was taken by Dumbledore from Celine's mother's soul with a spell unknown to Maca.

   "I don't know, according to Celine, this thing should have been provoked in Manchak Swamp..." Maca sat on the opposite side, hesitantly said, "Maybe it is some kind of voodoo resurrection What about the corpse?"

   Dumbledore nodded, but shook his head again.

  "Maybe it's related, but I think it should be older." He slowly said, "...The swamp in the United States should not be close, at least not for now. This matter must be kept in mind."

   Dumbledore has said this sentence for the second time. Although Maca is not quite clear about the details, it is obviously not simple that it deserves Dumbledore’s repeated advice.

  "As for her soul--"

   Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Celine's mother who was floating in the middle of the principal's room.

   "It is almost impossible to restore her soul to integrity." Dumbledore said, "Unfortunately, I don't have much choice."

  "If you have the ability to go to that swamp in the future, maybe you can find some clues—until then, keep her with me! If you stabilize her remnant soul that is about to collapse, there is at least hope Can survive."

  Maca thought for a while, nodded in agreement: "Then trouble professor, I think Celine thinks so too."

   After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, Maca left the principal's room, planning to go to the "Snow Witch" overnight-Celine must have been waiting very anxiously.

   But when he went downstairs, he faintly heard the sound of a girl sobbing.

   should be at the corner of the corridor ahead.

   Maca walked forward a few steps suspiciously, and immediately saw a set of armor showing a long, messy brown hair beside his legs.

   "Hermione?"

   The girl was startled by the sudden sound. She pushed her elbow to the side and happened to hit the armour leg. He only heard a crash, and the armor was about to fall down.

   "Floating into the air." Maca drew his wand from his sleeve, grabbed it before the armor fell to the ground and let it float.

   He waved his wand seemingly casually, and the armor was automatically assembled and stood there again.

   "Don't panic, it's me Hermione." Maca said calmly, "What's the matter?"

   Hermione stood up suddenly, looked at him tearfully, and then grabbed his robe without saying a word. The big teardrops quickly overflowed from her eye sockets, running down her cheeks. Slipped down.

   "What happened? Can you tell me?" Maca glanced at the hand holding his robe in wonder, and asked strangely.

   He has been so busy lately that he hardly noticed what the cubs were doing—well, except for Ron’s mouse.

   But Hermione just shook her head vigorously, refusing to say anything.

   "Forget it, I don't want to say it..." Maca whispered, "Or, go to Hogsmeade with me for a while? Sometimes, just relax..."

   "...That's against school rules." Hermione sniffed, her voice hoarse.

   This Maige is still paying attention to this when he is crying.

   "Then you wandered around so late, didn't you violate the school rules?" Maca spread out and said.

   It's okay if he doesn't say this, but now, Hermione's tears seem to have become more turbulent. As she sobbed, her head hit Maca's chest.

  "Hey! Are you Jackie Turtle!" Maca quickly grabbed Hermione's shoulder, but unexpectedly Hermione raised her head at the moment, and there was only a few inches between the two faces. .

   The two looked at each other, and the scene looked very embarrassing for a while.

  Hermione didn’t know what happened to her, why did she suddenly...

   "...cough cough."

   Both Maca and Hermione heard an abrupt cough, and Hermione took a step back and almost hit the wall.

   "Professor Snape? Harry?" As soon as Maca turned his head, he immediately saw the two people standing on the corner.

   The expressions on Harry's and Snape's faces were surprisingly similar, and they were all subtle feelings of seeing things that shouldn't be seen.

   "...I think you should go to Filch to reflect on it!" Snape suddenly pulled Harry by the collar and turned decisively and walked downstairs.

   It was as if he hadn't seen Maca and Hermione, even though Harry still had an unclear look on his face.

   "...I think I should go back." Hermione said, and left in a hurry.

  Maca pondered on the spot for a while, and then he said to himself: "It seems that Tucao is just instinct, not part of emotions and emotions..."

   He mumbled casually and went all the way to the outside of the castle.

  ……

   It wasn't until late at night that Harry returned from Filch's office to the dormitory, and everyone was asleep.

   He didn't think much about the matter of seeing Maca and Hermione just now. He just thought that Snape was really good to Maca, and he even let it go with Hermione.

   Poor, he copied the school rules in Filch's office most of the night, and he almost copied the school rules before letting him leave.

   After a while, Harry, who was deeply tired, felt as if he fell asleep immediately...

   He had a strange dream. He was walking in the woods with the firebolt on his shoulders, and he was following something silvery white. The thing was winding forward in the woods, and he could only glimpse it in the cracks of the leaves.

   He was eager to catch it, so he quickened his pace, but he walked faster and he was chasing the target faster, and Harry couldn't help running.

   He heard the sound of hooves in front of him also speeding up.

   It was like a race between them, and he could hear the sound of running ahead. Then he turned a corner and reached an open field, so--

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

   Harry woke up suddenly, as if he had been hit in the face. He was completely lost in the darkness, he fumbled for the curtains around the bed——

   At this time, he heard movement around him, and Seamus Finnigan's voice came from across the room.

   "What's the matter?" Harry thought he heard the sound of the dormitory door closing.

   He finally found the opening of the curtain and opened the curtain. At the same time, Dean Thomas lit the lamp.

   Ron sat up on the bed, the curtain pulled to one side, a look of extreme fear on his face.

   "Black! Sirius Black! He is holding a knife!"

   "What?"

   "It's here! What happened just now! He broke the curtain of the bed! Woke me up!"

   "Surely you are not dreaming, Ron?" Dean asked.

   "Look at the curtain! I tell you, he was here just now!" Ron said in horror.

   They both got out of bed, and Harry came to the dormitory door first, and they ran downstairs at full speed. Behind them, the doors of the dormitory opened one by one, and many sleepy voices asked them questions.

   "Who was yelling just now?" "What are you doing?"

  The embers in the fireplace illuminate the common room. There is a lot of garbage left by the party, and the room is empty.

   "Surely you are not dreaming, Ron?"

   "I tell you, I saw him!"

  At this time, several girls came down the stairs, dressed in pajamas and yawning.

   "Why are there so many voices?" "Professor McGonagall told us all to go to bed!"

   Then, the boys also appeared one after another.

   "It's great, will the party go on?" Fred Weasley also appeared, and he said cheerfully.

   "Everyone, go back upstairs!" Percy said loudly.

   He hurried to the common room, talking, pinning his badge of the chairman of the Boys Student Union to his pajamas.

   "Percy—Sirius Black!" Ron said feebly, "In our dorm! Take the knife! Wake me up!"

   The common room was suddenly silent.

   "Nonsense!" Percy also looked scared, "You have eaten too much, Ron—you have a nightmare—"

   "I tell you--"

   "Alright, enough, stop talking!" Professor McGonagall returned.

   After she walked into the common room, she closed the hole in the portrait behind her with a "bang" and looked around furiously.

   "Gryffindor won the game, I am very happy, but you are so ridiculous now! Percy, I was expecting you to perform better!"

   "I definitely didn't let them do that, Professor!" Percy tried to make himself look more serious, although he was wearing pajamas at the moment and wearing the badge of the president of the Boys Student Union~IndoMTL.com~ It looked a little funny.

   "I'm asking them all to go back to bed! My brother Ron had a nightmare—"

   "It's not a nightmare!" Ron exclaimed vigorously, "Professor, I wake up, Sirius Black is standing in front of me with a knife!"

  Professor McGonagall stared at him.

   "Don't make people laugh, Weasley. How can he get through the hole in the portrait?"

   "Ask him!" Ron pointed at the back of Sir Cadogan's portrait with a trembling finger, "Ask if he saw--"

  Professor McGonagall gave Ron a suspicious look, pushed the painting away, and walked out by himself.

   The entire common room held his breath.

  "Sir Cadogan, did you let a man walk into the Gryffindor Tower just now?"

   "Of course, ma'am!" Sir Cadogan exclaimed.

  Everyone was so surprised that they couldn’t speak, both inside and outside the common room.

   "You—did you do this?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, "but—but the password!"

   "He has a password!" Sir Cadogan said proudly, "I have a password for the whole week, ma'am! Read it from a small piece of paper!"

  Professor McGonagall came back from the hole in the portrait, and faced these students who were so surprised that she didn't say a word, her face was as content as a chalk.

   "Which one," her voice was trembling, she looked a little unbelievable, "Which fool who is completely ignorant wrote down all this week's passwords and put them everywhere?"

   There was silence at the scene, and then a very small, frightened voice broke the silence.

  Navi Longbottom was shaking from his feet in fluffy slippers to the tips of his hair, and he slowly raised his hand.


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