Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 120: This is not a letter

　　 During breakfast in recent days, Macajun appeared on Hufflepuff’s table quite punctually.

　　 In fact, this is very rare. According to calculations by interested persons, the chance of Maca eating on time has been decreasing year by year.

　　 And every school year there will be several bluffs, and the routines are really unpredictable.

　　 Of course, people have seen this kind of thing a lot, and they soon became accustomed to it.

　　 If you want to say who the protagonist is this morning, it's probably Neville.

　　 Because Neville not only wrote down the password to enter the Gryffindor common room, but also lost the password paper.

　　 For this reason, Sirius Black went into the dormitory of Gryffindor College!

　　Professor McGonagall was so angry about this, he immediately fined Neville and was not allowed to go to Hogsmeade again.

　　 Not only that, she also closed Neville’s confinement and forbid anyone to give him the password to enter the tower. Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see who could take him in—every time, the dwarfs would tease him with unpleasant words.

　　 However, these punishments are not as good as his grandmother is ready to wait for him.

　　 Two days after Blake broke into the tower, she sent Neville something. This was the worst thing a student at Hogwarts could receive at breakfast—a roar letter.

　　 On that day, the school owl flew into the lobby and sent mail as usual. Just then, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him, holding a scarlet envelope in his mouth, and Neville was dumbfounded.

　　 Harry and Ron were sitting across from him, and they immediately recognized that it was a roaring letter-Ron got one from his mother last year.

　　 "Run, Neville!" Ron hurriedly advised him.

　　Neville no longer needs him to say a second time.

　　 He grabbed the envelope and ran out of the hall like holding a bomb. The students of Slytherin House burst into laughter when they saw him.

　　 Soon, everyone heard this roaring letter talking in the front hall—it was Neville’s grandmother’s voice, which was a hundred times louder than usual. She screamed and condemned Neville to the whole The family brought shame.

　　 Harry was busy feeling sorry for Neville, but never noticed that he also had a letter. Hedwig pecked Harry on the wrist and caught his attention.

　　 "Ouch! Oh-thanks, Hedwig..."

　　 Harry tore open the envelope, and then Hedwig ate the corn flakes on the Neville plate without waiting for his invitation.

　　 Harry saw that the note in the envelope read...

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　　Dear Harry and Ron:

　　 Would you like to have tea with me around six tonight? I will come to the castle to pick you up and wait for me in the hall. You can't leave the castle by yourself.

　　海格

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　　 "He probably wants to hear all about Black!" Ron leaned over and said immediately after reading it.

　　 And at this moment, Maca also received a letter.

　　 At first glance, he can see that this letter is very different from other envelopes-it is all postmarked.

　　 The Owl Mafa who brought the envelope over fell on the edge of the table next to Maca, which was rarely seen today. To be honest, Maca hasn't seen it for a long time, and I don't know where it flew recently.

　　 But it still has feather oil, and it seems that life should still be very moist.

　　 "Villy?" Maca put his dinner plate directly in front of it, and picked up the envelope with his left hand and looked at it.

　　 This is a transnational letter from Paris, France. I don’t know how this letter was sent. Anyway, the envelope is full of dusty feeling at the moment.

　　The letter is thick to the touch, and it seems that there must be a lot of letter paper in it. He tore open the envelope and glanced inside, and it turned out to be a thick pile.

　　 "Has Willie been obsessed with writing novels recently or something?" Maca thought casually while pulling out the letter paper.

　　 When he unfolded the letter paper, he realized that this large pile of neatly folded together, actually, most of them are the schedule records of cultivating the Raphaela Dragon Kiss!

　　 Looking at the densely packed data, as well as the small and exquisite fonts, it is obvious that they have been copied carefully after a lot of praise.

　　 Seeing that Wei Li was so serious, Maca couldn't help but read it carefully in order, until the last record, he finally saw the data of successful flowering.

　　 And the letter paper that actually contains the content is just a sheet. And, there is only one sentence above-when the flowers are blooming, come and have a look.

　　Maca froze for a while, then decisively put the cultivation record and the only letter paper back into the envelope.

　　 "...What a distinctive letter." He couldn't help muttering as he stuffed it inside.

　　 But the next moment, he found that the thick pile of paper couldn't fit in—something seemed to stand against them.

　　 He grabbed the corner of the envelope and shook it slightly, followed by a magical photo that slid down on the table.

　　 That is a photo of Willie and the blooming Raphaela Dragon kiss.

　　 The flower is similar to the one shown in the profile picture: it blooms like a dragon’s mouth, and its jagged petal edges are as scary as dragon’s teeth. The rhizomes and vines entangled on the top of the tower, spewing flames from time to time. Dragon's breath looked very arrogant.

　　 And Vili is right next to the tall Raphaela Dragon Kiss——Compared with the very imposing flower, Vili looks like a baby, she calmly looks at the Maca outside the photo, as usual That expressionless face.

　　 "Moving and silent, it's really an interesting combination." Maca took the photo and looked at it for a while, but when he turned it over and looked at it more, he found that there was a line of small print at the back of the photo.

　　——Are those flowers blooming in the greenhouse?

　　Very is referring to those unknown flower species of course. In recent time, those stems and leaves have become stronger and stronger, and they are easier to attract people's eyes.

　　 After discussing with Professor Sprout, they moved them to the last greenhouse to prevent other students from being recruited.

　　 If they have to say whether they have bloomed or not, Maca can only express regretfully, not.

　　 It’s been a long time, but they still haven’t even grown buds, let alone bloomed-this is a very surprising thing.

　　 The reply to the letter was arranged by Maca until the evening, and now it was time for him to continue studying.

　　……

　　 At six o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ron left the tower of Gryffindor College, trot past the security gnomes, and went straight to the front hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.

　　"Hello, Hagrid!" Ron said, "I think you want to hear what happened on Saturday night, right?"

　　 "I've heard it all." Hagrid said, opening the gate and leading them out of the castle.

　　 "Oh," Ron said, a little dejected.

　　 After they walked into Hagrid's cabin, the first thing they saw was Eagle Horse Buckbeak.

　　 Right now, it was lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, his huge wings tightly gathered around his body.

　　He is enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

　　 Harry deliberately refrained from seeing this unpleasant sight. He saw a huge, furry brown suit hung on Hagrid’s wardrobe door, as well as a yellow and orange color that was terribly ugly. Tie.

　　 "Why are these things used, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

　　 "Buckbeak's case against the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Biology," Hagrid said, "I have to go to London with him this Friday. I have booked two berths on the Cavalier Bus..."

　　 Harry felt an uncomfortable feeling of guilt—Barkerbeak’s trial date was so close, but he had completely forgotten about it; judging from the expression on Ron’s face , He probably forgot.

　　Naturally, they also forgot their promise to help prepare Buckbeak’s defense: The arrival of the Firebolt made them forget all these things.

　　 Hagrid poured tea for them and offered them a plate of butterscotch, but they knew it was better not to eat: they had learned enough about Hagrid’s craftsmanship.

　　 "I have something to discuss with the two of you." Hagrid sat down between the two of them, his expression looked serious~IndoMTL.com~At least his usual attitude was very different.

　　 "What's the matter?" Harry asked.

　　 "Hermione." Hagrid mentioned her name.

　　 "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.

　　 "She is in normal condition, and here is the problem... After Christmas, she has visited me many times, and she often says that she doesn't know what to say to Maca—" Hagrid suddenly shook his head again. " No, not this... I mean, she always said she was lonely, because you first ignored her for Firebolt, and then she changed her mind and didn’t talk to McGonagall; but now you don’t talk to her anymore, Just for her cat—"

　　"—it ate the spots!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

　　 "Because her cat did what all cats do." Hagrid said stubbornly, "She has cried several times. You know, she has a hard time now, that's chewing more Not bad... If you ask me, she wants to do too much. But she is not as smart as Maca... But she still finds time to help me prepare the Buckbeak case."

　　 "You know... she found me some really useful information, I think Buckbeak might win now..."

　　 "Hagrid, we should have helped you too—sorry—" Harry said awkwardly.

　　 "I’m not to blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn’t care about this. "You have a lot to be busy yourself. I see you training on Quidditch courts day and night-but I must tell you. , I think you two should treat your friends more heavily than flying broomsticks and mice. This is what I want to say."

　　 He thought for a while, and added: "At least Maca is busy all day, but I still remember to give you some helpful potions-even I have a copy, I think you should also receive it. Come on?"