Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 125: Revelation from the moon

　　 Everyone has a funny dream in their childhood.

　　Some children want to be scientists, some children may choose police officers, and some children even want to be wizards with powerful magical powers in the future.

　　Maka’s dreams when he was a child, he does not remember clearly, but he can be sure that he will never...

　　 would never want to be a bird!

　　 "...What kind of bird stuff is this?" Maca couldn't help complaining, but the words came out of her mouth, but turned into a few soft whispers.

　　 Yes, Maca did not expect that his Animagus form was actually a bird-and it was a blue hidden hummingbird with a bright coat!

　　Don't mention what combat effectiveness is—what combat effectiveness can a hummingbird that is barely even 2 inches in length have? It's just that he can't even stand firmly right now. If he doesn't practice well, he will not even have the ability to fly.

　　Maca struggles to master the balance, but it requires the coordination of the head and tail, which cannot be achieved in a short while.

　　 Of course, what’s worse is that he, who consumes too much magic power, can’t change back at least in a short time.

　　 But fortunately, he was mentally prepared for this.

　　 "Since it's okay if you're idle, let's take two steps..." Maca yelled, "tweeting".

　　 Speaking of which, when was the last time a toddler came?

　　 He shook his steps, and fell over from time to time. He looked pretty cute.

　　 However, the sins that I have committed myself have to be paid for by myself after all-Crookshanks, who is dozing off in the corner of the room, are here...

　　Night is the time when most cats are full of energy.

　　Crookshank is a very clever cat. It may be the first creature besides Maca to recognize that Zebra is not a real mouse.

　　 Just now, it even watched the process of Maca's deformation completely-it has long understood that this very delicious snack in front of him is actually Maca himself.

　　 "Tweet, twee..." Maca turned her head and happened to see Crookshank, which had quietly walked behind him.

　　 Doesn’t it want to eat me?

　　 Crookshanks approached and sniffed, then rubbed again. Just as Maca felt relieved, Crookshanks waved cat punches at him enthusiastically...

　　In the next time, Maca finally understood what it means to "practice to get true knowledge".

　　Crookshanks seems to want to play with him for a while, but when the difference in body size is too big, things will happen if you play like this!

　　 Maca ran sloppily, and Crookshanks was chasing him behind him, almost running for a few steps, he would use the pads under his claws to "snap" him to the ground.

　　 After a long time, Maca was surprised to find that at least he wouldn’t walk unsteadily and fall to the ground...

　　 However, it must be impossible to escape from Crookshanks by running alone. After being fed up with the **** of having to touch the floor once before running a few steps, he decided to try flying around.

　　 I want to say that the maca riding on the flying broom must be of the king class, but if you rely on your own wings to fly, it can only be of the plastic class.

　　 When he fluttered his wings several times, only to be rubbed against the floor by Crookshanks’s big hairy face, he finally decided-let’s run first!

　　 Theoretically speaking, more exercise is good for the body, but Maca is not sure whether exercising under the deformed state of Animagus will have any effect.

　　 Until Crookshanks got tired of playing, Maca was tired and became a dead bird.

　　 As it approached dawn, Maca finally had enough magic power to restore his human form.

　　 He couldn't wait to change back, and decided decisively-if it was not necessary, he would never use the unreliable spell of Animagus Transformation again.

　　Maca walked to Crookshanks, picked it up, and stared at it for a while while walking out.

　　 At the end, he murmured.

　　 "...I heard that cat meat is sour?"

　　Crookshank was staring at him so much that it was all hairy, and it struggling to jump to the ground, and ran out of sight.

　　 The first transformation is very physically exhausting, not to mention that he involuntarily "exercised" most of the night, and he was really hungry right now.

　　 At breakfast time, Maca lay uncharacteristically on the table and chewed, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the surrounding students.

　　 When Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the auditorium, everyone's attention was finally removed from Maca's body, and there was enthusiastic applause in the auditorium.

　　 Harry couldn't help smiling happily when he saw Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff on the table applauding for them.

　　 And when they walked past the long table in the Slytherin Yard, the little snakes sitting at the table booed loudly. Harry noticed that Malfoy's face seemed paler than usual.

　　 Maca took the time to look at him during his busy schedule, and nodded secretly—Lucius should have been warned.

　　After breakfast, everyone huddled together and walked towards the Quidditch Stadium together.

　　 Hmm, Maca is not in it.

　　Although I had previously given up on the idea of ​​Animagus transforming, it was just thinking about it. Every spell is worth studying. If used properly, this can be a backup method.

　　 At least, with the advantage of small size, the ability to escape in complex environments is definitely good. In this regard, Peter Pettigrew is an immediate example.

　　 While everyone was watching the game on the Quidditch Stadium, Maca came to the Forbidden Forest alone, and after confirming that there was no one else here, he unfolded again.

　　 I had the first time, and the second time it was a lot easier.

　　 With a squirm of his body, he quickly turned back into a small hummingbird again.

　　 Since he has become a bird, he must at least become a flying bird, right? Maca kept flapping his wings on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, trying to find the feeling of flying.

　　 The flying method of hummingbirds is very different from that of ordinary birds. Not to mention that Maca has not studied how other birds fly. Even if he can guess something, it may not work.

　　 But this is nothing more than fighting against the air currents!

　　 As the frequency of flapping wings increased, coupled with thinking about it from time to time, he quickly found some feelings.

　　 Sure enough, without the interference of Crookshanks, using your brain to solve problems is the most suitable way to learn Maca. It's a pity that if you want to learn how to fly all at once, it's unrealistic, and Maca can only learn to fly a few times in almost one morning.

　　 When Maca came to the Quidditch Stadium, he just caught up with the moment Harry took the Quidditch Silver Cup.

　　 Everyone gathered on the lawn of Quidditch Field, crowded with people, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

　　 Percy, who always pretends to be always there, was also there. He jumped up and down like a madman, forgetting all his dignity. Professor McGonagall cried harder than Wood, wiping tears with a huge Gryffindor banner.

　　Ron and Hermione desperately squeezed toward Harry. They were so excited that they couldn't speak, but smiled all over their faces.

　　 To be honest, this is a memorable day, because Gryffindor College finally won the Quidditch Trophy again after many years.

　　 Maca stood on the edge of the crowd, looking at Harry and their excited appearance, but suddenly felt that something was missing in his heart.

　　 "What's wrong with you?"

　　 Maca retracted his gaze and looked around. It was Luna—she still looked a little trance, but she also had some smiles on her face.

　　 "Are you happy?" Maca suddenly asked.

　　 Luna blinked and nodded lightly.

　　 "Happy, everyone is happy, so I am happy too." She tilted her head, her expression confused, as if confirming something, "Aren't you happy?"

　　 Maca shook his head and said: "I want to be happy too, I am trying to find a way to make myself happy again——"

　　 "Are there any places I can help?" Luna still took Lamarca's hand without hesitation, her face was pure, as if she was just caring about him.

　　Maca can feel the temperature from the palm of his hand, but he doesn't know how to respond.

　　"Maybe there is something to help," Maca said quietly, "I'm afraid, at least on this issue, I can't solve it by myself..."

　　 "I only understood after I met you...Sometimes ~IndoMTL.com~ the extraordinary wisdom may not solve all the problems," Luna turned her head, looked at the cheerful crowd on the stage, and said softly, "Learn to learn Relying on others is also a very meaningful thing."

　　 Maca also turned his gaze back there, and he nodded and agreed: "Perhaps when the four founders of Hogwarts decided to get together to build the school, they thought about it!"

　　 "Who knows?" Luna looked forward in a daze, as if she was looking at her classmates, but also as if she was looking somewhere else.

　　……

　　 Winning the Quidditch Trophy made Harry very happy, and this excitement lasted at least a whole week.

　　With the advent of June, the daytime becomes sultry and clear.

　　 Everyone only thinks of walking outdoors, lay down suddenly on the grass with a few pints of iced pumpkin juice, maybe play a game of pebbles at random or watch the giant squid marching dreamily on the lake.

　　 But they can’t do this because the exam is approaching again.

　　 Not only can the students not be able to lazily pass the time outdoors, but they also have to stay in the castle, endure the temptation of the summer breeze outside the window, and force their brains to work hard.

　　 Senior students are working tirelessly to get a better job in the near future, especially the seventh graders who are about to graduate.

　　 "Hey, Maca, you must be good at exams, right?"

　　 One day at lunchtime, the big beauty Charlotte suddenly smiled and approached Maca.

　　 "You know, N.E.W.Ts is almost here... I really can't help it..."

　　 "So you come to ask a junior who is only in the third grade?" Maca took a bite of the apple pie, tilted her head and asked in wonder.