Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 421: Hot Cocoa Time

Night tour of Hogwarts Castle is a regular evening show of the little lion trio. It is not difficult to avoid the professor or Filch who patrols at night with a live-point map that can clearly mark everyone's name and path of action.

Even if one of them is still lying in the ward, the other two are still not slacking off. That night, Harry and Hermione set off again from the Gryffindor common room.

They first went to the school hospital secretly, and after visiting Ron and Helen who hadn't awakened, they went to the office of the ancient magic text professor where Maca was located.

On the way, they carefully chose a different route from Filch, and avoided the Pepi ghost who was pranking at night in a timely manner. The journey went smoothly.

When they both came to the office door, Maca, who had buried herself behind the pile of data files, suddenly raised her head, waved to the door by the way, and opened it before Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door. .

"Oh—"

Harry, who wanted to knock on the door lightly, gave a small low voice, and looked into the office subconsciously, but didn't find the location of Maca in the first place.

"I knew it was you..." Maca's voice rang from behind the mountain of books and materials on the desk, "Come in!"

This office is still in the typical "Maca style". At first glance, the books are removed and it is parchment paper. Some are tied into bundles, and some are just scattered in a pile. Except for the increase in number, there hasn't been much change here since the beginning.

However, there is still a path for people to walk in the space from the door to the desk. Otherwise, it is estimated that there is really no way to get to Maca without the skills.

"...Uh, is it okay to light the fireplace?"

Across the path between the books, mountains and paper seas, Harry saw on one side the burning fireplace fire, the tongue of the fire inside was almost licked to the pile of parchment on the side of the fireplace .

"No problem," Maca casually said, "Of course I have done a good job of fire prevention-come here! Go to the desk and turn right!"

Harry and Hermione circled inside, and finally after passing a chair, they saw Maca sitting on an office chair with a thick notebook in their hands.

"Huh?" Feeling that they didn't seem to be moving, Maca turned his head and looked at it, then said, "Ah, sorry--"

He picked up the staff leaning on the table, and pointed at the two large piles of parchment next to him. In just an instant, the two piles of paper were immediately distorted and transformed into two cushioned chairs.

"I think you shouldn't need chair backs—" he smiled. "You can lean against the pile of books behind... Well, you look cold. Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?"

"No, no need..." Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry, immediately declined, "It looks like you are still busy. We won't delay you for too long."

"It's okay, I don't think I have too much leisure time, so it doesn't matter!"

Maca lifted the staff towards the far fireplace with a wave, the tea kettle beside the fireplace suddenly jumped high, and floated in front of him with two ordinary cups. .

After pouring the coffee-colored liquid in the pot into the cup one by one, the tea kettle flew back to the iron frame in front of the fireplace by itself.

"Let’s talk about it! What's the matter when you come to me so late?" Maca asked softly while letting the two steaming cups float in front of Harry and Hermione. There is no fireplace in it, and it's strange to walk outside."

"Because of Professor McGonagall..."

Hermione held up the cup of hot cocoa in front of him, took a sip, and suddenly a warmth engulfed in the mellow fragrance spread in her mouth and went straight to her abdomen along the throat.

"Oh-it tastes really good! Well, I meant to say... Professor McGonagall wouldn't let us visit Ron, so we had to go at night."

"Maca, what did you put in the hot cocoa? Why is it different from the one I've drunk before?" Harry curiously asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Maca looked at him and smiled, causing a layer of goose bumps on Harry's back. "Have you been there? I mean the ward of the school hospital."

"Yes," Hermione looked at the hot drink in the cup and replied at the same time, "I wish Ron and Helen would get better soon..."

"Maca, I still have a question for you..." Harry seemed to quickly give up his plan to inquire about the secret recipe of the cup. "How is Sirius? You seem to be in a good mood. , Must have found him?"

"Yes, that's right." Maca turned the book over a page casually, and said while reading, "He is still in the American magic world. This time he has suffered some injuries. It will take a while. To recover."

"Then... isn't it dangerous?" Harry hurriedly asked.

"Of course, I have treated him, and I must return you a healthy godfather before Christmas." Maca smiled and said, "Well, but the premise is-he doesn't make another impulse. Just run out and wander around."

"It might be difficult..." Harry said worriedly, "Sirius never stopped moving forward."

"Um..." Maca shrugged and said, "It was true before, but this time I really can't tell."

When he said this, the two sisters flashed in his mind immediately, and he smiled secretly and shook his head.

Sirius and Harry’s father, James Potter, are good friends of the same age, but now that Harry is so old, Sirius still keeps his hands together. This is not a good thing to praise.

"Look at Dumbledore and Greenward again! Could it be that as a wizard, the stronger the magic power, the easier..."

The more you think about this question, the more information you will find, and Maca will choke this idea to death in his heart, lest he will be miserably caught.

"...Maca, what are you talking about?" Hermione couldn't help asking strangely as he muttered to himself.

"Huh? No, it's nothing--" Maca shook his head repeatedly, "Ahem, yes, we will go to Hagrid tomorrow evening. We have to go to a special funeral."

"Funeral?" Harry was shocked, "Who died? Someone we all know?"

"Well... to be precise, it's not a "person"." Maca said with a little emotion, "You will know when you go."

"Can't you say it now?" Harry felt a little uneasy when he heard that there was another death.

"It's not impossible to say, but..." Maca thought for a while, "I remember you probably haven't seen it before, but it's a fate that has passed by you... right!"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Maca looked at the two of them back and forth, and couldn't help feeling a trace of regret for the intertwined past.

In the secret room incident that year, Maca put herself in the shadows and guided the incident with her own strength. In order to be safe, to avoid risks, and to put the deviated road back on track, he skipped some unstable processes in the middle.

Therefore, the little lion trio who should have known Aragog has never seen it until now.

Although Maca regrets now, she does not regret it. Harry and the others won't happen to anything good just because they met Aragog, things that have passed, let it drift away in the wind.

"In short," Maca raised his head and said seriously, "Its name is'Aragok', and it is an eight-eyed giant spider raised by Hagrid. Some time ago, it and its children were Voldemort was tempted, and the spider attack like this happened today."

"Is it a big spider?" Hermione said in disbelief. "I thought Hagrid would be dangerous enough to keep fire dragons. He actually kept a big spider? And he gave birth to such a large number of children. Children and grandchildren?"

"Aragog..." Maca sighed, "Actually, he is a pretty good guy."

As he said, he looked down at the book in his hand, and then turned a page again.

"...Maca, you've been reading this book since just now," Hermione looked up and said, "What's going on here?"

"This is an uncommon ancient language~IndoMTL.com~ is not the same as it is now," Maca casually explained, "In order to increase the defensive power of Hogwarts, I am doing some Ready."

"Is it another kind of ancient magic text?" Hermione heard the words, and put on a look of joy.

"No, it's not a magic text, it's just a simple language." Maca said quietly, "It turns out that learning a foreign language is very important!"

"Foreign language?" Harry said in amazement, "What does this have to do with increasing defense power? Would you like to ask any foreign wizard to help us guard Hogwarts?"

"Almost!" Maca replied with a smile.

After that, the three chatted for a while. Finally, under Hermione's reminder, Harry proposed to Maca the plan to start the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group, and Maca agreed on the spot.

So, the time after attending the funeral from Hagrid tomorrow evening was also booked by them.

After Maca watched Harry and Hermione leave his office, he sat back in the chair again, but he once again pondered a topic in his mind.

"...Helen Schoen." Maca chewed the name lightly, secretly guessing.

Judging from the appearance of this girl when she was just a child, Hermione has a considerable affection for this girl. According to the various behaviors described in her mouth, she is indeed a cute little girl who knows how to score.

For example, when Hermione expressed embarrassment about whether to let her join the defensive learning group, she immediately gave in "sensibly".

In Maca’s view, such an over-knowledge of advancement and retreat is apt to have such a deliberate taste.

"Anyway, she is still lying in the hospital bed unconscious, so let's watch it again!" Maca thought.