Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 165: Not a child’s play

"...Is this impossible?"

"At least in my opinion, that's how it is."

The next day is Sunday. Early in the morning before dawn, Maca was helping in the potion preparation room at the back of Snape's office. While busy with their work, they chatted casually.

The anti-eavesdropping measures here are well prepared, and the conversations here are not likely to be heard—at least the probability is very low.

To be honest, when Hermione was selected as the fourth Warrior yesterday, Maca was really confused. And his confusion even continued to this day and he didn't come up with an answer.

What does Voldemort want to do? Does this make sense to him?

Maca weighed it in his mind, and took this opportunity to ask Snape's opinion.

However, Maca couldn't help scratching his head because of Snape's guess.

"You mean-Voldemort wanted Hermione to encounter danger or even face death, so as to test whether I have ulterior motives?"

Maca frowned, wondering: "But...why is it Hermione?"

Snape pursed his lips and showed an expression of "Don't pretend to be confused". He held back for a while, and simply continued to get busy with the work at hand and stopped continuing the topic.

"...Could it be because I forcibly rescued Hermione from him?"

Maca pondered for a moment, then shook his head speechlessly.

After another while, when things were over, Maca left Snape's office first, planning to go to the auditorium to settle the breakfast.

But at the side entrance of the auditorium, he ran into Ron who was somber.

"Oh...good morning, Maca." Ron took the initiative to say hello, but he didn't look very happy.

"Well, good morning." Maca glanced at him and said, "What's wrong, who is angry?"

"No, who can I be angry with?" Ron grinned reluctantly, but he laughed more ugly than crying.

Maca shrugged and said, "Is it because of Harry and Hermione?"

"No, how is it possible!" Ron couldn't help but argue, "They are all my good friends, and now they are all warriors, I am happy for them!"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Ron said, his hand clenched into a fist subconsciously, and finally couldn't hold it back.

"I just...I just think they shouldn't deceive me! That's obviously a problem!" He said loudly, "We are friends—the best friends! Are they not?"

Maca nodded noncommittal, and said calmly: "Of course it is wrong to cheat friends, but we are not sure whether they cheated you."

"Even you said the same..." Ron said angrily, "Okay! Someone must be framing them, who wants their lives! This is really terrifying, there is a mysterious lunatic who confuses the goblet. , And then give our school one more chance to win the championship!"

Ron finished speaking angrily, then ignored Maca, turned around and walked in the auditorium without looking back.

Just then, there was another person behind Maca.

"That...Maca?"

He stopped again, turned around and said, "Oh, good morning, Hermione."

"Last night...thank you."

Behind Maca, Hermione, who had recovered from a loss, murmured thanks.

"Last night?" Maca pretended to be puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"What?" Hermione said strangely, "Last night you made the cat's head--"

She said halfway through, as if she had realized something from Maca's expression, she immediately stopped.

"Oh, sorry," she said, "I don't think I slept well last night, I am still a little confused at the moment... I saw Ron just now... what happened to him?"

Maca shook his head lightly, and while walking in, told Hermione what Ron had just said...

Just then, Harry just woke up from his unreliable sleep.

He sat up and was on the bed in a daze. It took a while before he remembered why he felt so sad and anxious. Then, what happened last night suddenly came to mind.

He sat up, opened the curtains of his four-poster bed, wanted to talk to Ron again, and tried to force Ron to believe him. But then he discovered that Ron's bed was empty, and he had obviously gone downstairs to have breakfast.

Harry got dressed and walked up the spiral staircase to the common room below.

As soon as he showed up, the classmates who had eaten breakfast cheered enthusiastically. He remembered that he had to enter the auditorium and face the other classmates of Gryffindor, and they all regarded him as a hero, and he was a little frustrated when he thought of this.

But if he doesn't go to the auditorium, he will have to stay here, letting himself be entangled by classmates in the lounge. So he decisively walked to the hole behind the portrait, pushed it away, and crawled out.

When he also came to the entrance of the auditorium, he happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Hermione who was walking outside.

"Hello," Hermione said, holding up a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin in her hand, "I'll give it to you...Want to go for a walk?"

"Good idea." Harry said gratefully.

They went downstairs, and without even looking at the auditorium, they swiftly walked through the hall. Soon, they strode on the lawn extending towards the lake.

Dermstrang’s big boat moored on the lake, casting dark reflections in the water.

It was a cold morning. They kept walking and chewing on the bread. Harry and Hermione discussed the accident together.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up yourself," Hermione said after he finished talking about what happened in the room next to the auditorium, "Of course I didn't!"

"Look at the look on your face when Dumbledore reported our name! The question is, who put your name in? You know, Moody is right, Harry... I think no student can do this except Maca! We have all seen that even Maca is not a very simple thing to do."

"Did you see Ron?" Harry interrupted her.

Hermione hesitated.

"Um... I saw... he was eating breakfast." She said.

"Does he still think it is our own name?"

"Um...no, I don't think...actually not." Hermione said unnaturally.

"'Actually not', what does this mean?"

"Hey, Harry, don't you understand this?" Hermione couldn't say, "He is jealous!"

"Jealous?" Harry asked incredulously, "What are you jealous of? Is he willing to make a fool of himself in front of his classmates?"

"Think about it," Hermione said patiently, "You know, it's been either you or Maca that has attracted everyone's attention all the time—"

She saw Harry open her mouth angrily, and hurriedly asked to make up: "I know you didn't pursue this... But, how do you put it—you know, Ron has to compete with so many brothers at home Contest, you, as his best friend, are so famous--"

"Every time someone saw you, he was left out in the cold, and he silently endured it, never mentioning a word. And this time, I happened to be one more...We both have He only doesn’t have it, as if we abandoned him.” At this point, Hermione paused and said, “I think, this time he is intolerable...”

"Very good," said Harry bitterly. "It's great... I think I can change with him anytime he wants! When someone stares at him stupidly wherever he goes The person looking at his forehead!"

"Yes, that's right." Hermione said simply, "you should just use these words to talk to him, the only way to solve the problem."

"I don't want to chase him everywhere, and teach him to mature!" Harry said, "When will he believe that I am not happy? Maybe wait for me to break my neck, or--"

His voice was so loud that several owls on the tree next to him flew up and down.

"That's not a child's play," Hermione said softly, "that's definitely not a child's play!"

She hesitated for a moment, then moved closer, and said in a very quiet voice: "Harry, Maca secretly gave me three bottles of potions last night, and told me--"

"I know, I also received it." Harry interrupted, "Just in the morning, I saw a package by the bed. I guessed it was from Maca."

"Really--" Hermione's expression stiffened, but she continued in the next second, "Then you should have seen it too, and Maca also thinks this Triwizard Tournament will be very dangerous!"

"Harry, I've been thinking--you know what we should do, don't you?" she reminded softly.

"Yeah, give Ron a hard kick--"

"It's the godfather who wrote to you!" Hermione said grumpily, "You must tell him what happened. He didn't even write a letter before asking you to write about everything that happened at Hogwarts. Did the letter tell him? He seemed to have expected such a thing to happen. I brought out some parchment paper and a feather pen—"

"Stop talking nonsense," Harry said.

He looked around ~IndoMTL.com~ and saw that no one could hear them, but there was no one in the empty space.

"You saw it last year too—he was too impulsive. If I told him someone asked me to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, he would probably rush to the castle directly—"

"He wants you to tell him," Hermione said sternly, "Anyway, he will know sooner or later--"

"But--"

"Maca seems to have something very important to do this time-he even pretended not to contact us on purpose just now." Hermione said solemnly, "Since he can't be with us, we We have to make plans for ourselves...and we can't always rely on Maca to help us."

"Okay, okay, I'll write to him." Harry said, throwing the last piece of bread into the lake.

The two stood there, watching the bread float on the lake for a while, and then a huge tentacle emerged from the water and caught it under the water.

Shortly after they left, a tiny hummingbird faintly flashed past the tree by the lake.