Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 157: The origin of Veeva’s bloodline
"Maca...you, won't you return to Hogwarts...?"
Maka couldn't help but stunned when she heard such direct inquiry from Willie.
"...maybe!"
To be honest, although I have already taken the initiative to leave Hogwarts, I have to say whether I will return in the future... This is really uncertain, after all, Royner's test has not yet been completed!
From the beginning to the end, he has been studying the mystery of the scroll of truth; but up to now, he has only explored some extremely limited applications, and he does not even look at the real hidden things in it. Really.
Willie heard the words and didn't continue to ask anything, but turned her head and looked at the Gryffindor long table.
"She...I don't like it."
"Who?"
It's really not easy to get a sentence of "dislike" from Wei Li, and Maca also looked back over there.
Villie is staring at a girl from Boothbarton. She had already taken off the scarf at this moment, and a long, waterfall-like silver hair fell smoothly to her waist.
At this moment, she just walked up to Ron and asked. After picking up a plate of mixed fish soup from Gryffindor's long table, she went back to Ravenclaw again.
From a distance, you can see from Maca, she has big blue eyes and neat white teeth.
Yes, that girl is indeed very beautiful, no wonder there are many students in the hall looking back at her.
At this moment, Ron appeared to be particularly resistant. He looked at her blankly, his face flushed. Her beauty does not only refer to her appearance, but more to her seemingly faintly attractive. It's like--
"A Veva hybrid," Maca said, looking at her, "That should be Fleur Delacour of Boothbatten."
"Do you like it?" Wei Li asked suddenly, and then added, "Veeva."
"Me?" Maca thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't like it, but I am very interested in this bloodline... I mentioned a story in a magic book about Mei Of baby descent."
"What?" Willie immediately turned her head and asked, looking directly at him, seemingly concerned.
"Are you interested?" Maca said, "That book records a legend about the origin of Veeva lineage..."
While eating the food on the plate, he talked intermittently as if telling a story.
It is said that a beautiful girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times. Before she was an adult, her beauty was already well-known in the city.
However, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl at the time, and she was far from being recorded by wizards.
But on the day of her adulthood, something happened to her without knowing it, and suddenly she had a strong and extreme charm. Both men and women, young and old, were attracted by her charm, fell deeply into a kind of peculiar illusion, and started to kill each other.
The girl is very scared, but she has no power to change this situation. She can only run away from place to place.
It was her panic-stricken behavior that caused the disaster to spread rapidly to the entire country, and this terrible situation seemed to be overwhelming.
In the end, she even affected some ancient wizards and caused a real disaster of the country.
At the end of this legendary story, it is said:
When this unfortunate girl finally understood that her existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a quiet valley of flowers. Because she didn't dare to go back to the country like a sea of blood, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.
When she fell in the sea of flowers, her blood stained a piece of soil.
Years later, a crystal flower with elves bloomed quietly in the dark red soil, seeming to commemorate the girl’s innocence...
The story ends here, but Maca does not stop.
"You might have guessed that the crystal flower should be the "mysterious crystal flower" planted by the flower seeds you brought, and the "elves" mentioned in the story mostly refer to veils. ..."
Speaking of this, he paused and took a bite of the sausage on the fork. "I guess if I use Veeva's blood to water, the growth rate of the'mystery crystal' flower seeds may not be as fast as possible. Less..."
As he talked, he habitually began to ponder the research items on "The Flower of Mystery Crystal", but Wei Li didn't seem to be listening anymore at this time. She just looked at Maca's profile blankly, and only repeated a sentence in her heart——
"He also knows this story..."
At this time, the desserts after the meal were also on the table. Everyone noticed that there were many sweets they had never seen before.
On Gryffindor's side, Ron took the desserts carefully and took a fancy to a weird, raw milk custard. Then he moved it carefully a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from the Ravencrouch table.
However, the girl who was full of charm seemed to have eaten up, and she did not come over to bring this dessert.
When the golden plates were cleaned again, Dumbledore stood up again.
With this action, a feeling of excitement and tension filled the auditorium.
Maca turned around and looked calmly towards Dumbledore.
"This moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said, smiling at his suppressed faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before I bring the box in... "
Dumbledore first introduced Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports.
Under his introduction, there was sparse applause in the auditorium.
Even if it was the more popular Bagman, there was not much applause for him. After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!
"In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "They will work with me, Professor Orson and Together, Mrs. Maxim formed a referee team to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the Warriors."
When I heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.
Dumbledore also seemed to notice that they suddenly fell silent, he only smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."
No one noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium just now. At this moment, he walked towards Dumbledore with a large wooden box inlaid with jewels. The box looked very old. .
Everyone looked at the box and talked enthusiastically.
"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of the Warriors game this year," Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.
"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different aspects...test their magical talents, Their guts and their immediate reasoning ability--"
"Of course, and their ability to overcome danger."
Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.
"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing a participating school... We will rate them according to the quality of each event they completed, three After the end of the project, the Warrior with the highest score will win the Triple Final Cup. The one responsible for selecting the Warriors is an impartial selector, which is the Goblet of Fire."
Speaking of which, Dumbledore pulled out his wand, tapped the lid of the box three times, and the lid creaked and slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-carved wooden goblet.
The cup itself is not eye-catching at all, but it is full of bluish and white flames.
Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.
"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."
"Anyone who is aspiring to become a warrior can register within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three classmates that it thinks best represent the three schools-tonight , The goblet is placed in the hall, and all students who are willing to participate in the election can access it."
"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students..."
At this time, Dumbledore seemed to have a deep look at Maca, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age boundary around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross it. This boundary..."
Finally~IndoMTL.com~ he emphasized his tone and reminded: "...Please think twice and figure out that you really want to participate in the competition, and then put your name in the cup. Okay, I think everyone should I’m asleep, good night everyone."
Dumbledore finished speaking, and everyone stood up and walked through the auditorium toward the gate. At this time, Maca also bid farewell to Willie, and went to Durmstrang's student, but was stopped by someone from behind.
"...Maca! I think we should talk, what do you think?"
He turned his head and looked at the person who stopped him, but there was no expression on his face.
"Really, Hermione? But I think there doesn't seem to be anything we must talk about between us, right?" Maca calmly said, "I'll talk about something tomorrow, I feel a little sleepy."
"But...Hey! Maca!"
Not far away, the new Professor Moody was staring at Maca and Hermione with his intact eyes. But at this moment, Maca, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around. The cold eyes made Moody's heart cold subconsciously.