Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 17: Talk with Dumbledore

　　"Kiwi Pudding."

　　In front of the stone beast at the entrance of the principal's office, Professor McGonagall uttered today's password. The stone beast leaped away, and the stone wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the principal's office.

　　 The stairs spun automatically, sending a few people to the entrance of the principal's office.

　　 "Please come in." Dumbledore seemed to know they were coming, and before anyone knocked on the door, his old voice came from inside.

　　Professor McGonagall pushed the door in, and Maca and Snape, who followed behind, also walked in.

　　 "How's the situation?" Dumbledore looked at Maca and smiled, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

　　 "The students have all gone back, and the troll has been solved-by Mr. McLean." Professor McGonagall glanced at Maca, and then told Dumbledore the details.

　　 Dumbledore nodded as he listened, and waited for Professor McGonagall to finish before speaking.

　　 "Oh, yes, I understand." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, go ahead and search to see if there are any students running outside."

　　 "Severus, you go and help Professor Quirrell get the troll away."

　　 "I don't think this is necessary, Quirrell can do it alone." Snape still said blankly.

　　 "I think I still want it." Dumbledore said, looking at Snape.

　　 "...If you insist." Snape stared at Dumbledore for a while, then turned away neatly.

　　 Maca discovered that he and Dumbledore were the only two left here, which made him feel a little uneasy, but he didn't show it.

　　 "Would you like some kiwi pudding?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

　　 "Uh, why not?" Maca adjusted her mind and tried to keep herself from thinking about the things.

　　 I have to say, this time the principal's taste is not bad. After a while, a pudding entered Maca's belly. During this time, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

　　 "Well, it tastes good." After waiting for a while, Maca was a little embarrassed.

　　 "I think so too." Dumbledore finally said, "How do you feel like studying at Hogwarts?"

　　 "It's fun, fulfilling, and I made a lot of friends." Maca tried to choose some optimistic answers to fill in, although he didn't know whether it would work.

　　 "To be honest, you are the smartest kid I have ever seen. There is no one." Dumbledore shook his head, seeming not to care about Maca's answer, "No one can learn so much at the age of eleven. During my time as a teacher, I didn’t have any. And in the history of teaching at Hogwarts, I have never heard of it."

　　 "Uh, thank you for your compliment, but... Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration. For example, my transfiguration is very average." Maca tried to think about her situation.

　　 "I don't think so," Dumbledore said, "I started paying attention to you when you caused the first magical rampage. Regarding your behavior and experience, I think we can have a relatively equal Communicate as adults."

　　 This time, Maca really couldn't hold back anymore. He was surprised and said: "Magic runaway? Actually, I have been asking about this since I received the admission letter. Why don't I remember when I had runaway magic? "

　　 "Oh, yes, because your magic runaway happened very untimely." Dumbledore sighed, "Although I don't know if I should say--"

　　Maca was taken aback when he heard the words, and then suddenly stood up: "It's my mother... at that time?"

　　 "Yes, in a car accident, your magic power suddenly ran away to protect yourself." Dumbledore looked at Maca kindly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

　　 "In other words, even if she didn't come forward..." Maca muttered to herself in a trembling voice, and fell back on the back chair as if she had lost all strength.

　　 Dumbledore looked at Maca in silence, as if he was sorry for it, and he seemed to be watching his reaction.

　　 Suddenly, Maca recovered and sighed heavily.

　　 "The deceased has gone...because of this, I am more eager to have the power to protect others." Maca suddenly raised his head, looking directly at Dumbledore for the first time, and said firmly.

　　 "This is your heart, I can feel it." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, and smiled gently and wisely again. "Death is usually the end of life, but it will always be the beginning of others. Remember, death is not terrible."

　　 Maca knew that Dumbledore had seen the figure of Voldemort in his body. Fortunately, he did not have any evil thoughts and passed this test.

　　 Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people. They never lack strength and ambition, but they give up everything because of "love", including their own lives. The difference between the two is that Dumbledore's love is fraternity, while Snape's love is only open to Lily.

　　 And Maca doesn’t know, what will happen to me?

　　 That night, Maca was lying on the bed, thinking about it. Encountered a lot of things today, and learned an astonishing fact from Dumbledore, which made him dream and fell asleep until late at night.

　　……

　　 After entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground, and students must always pay attention to their feet to prevent inadvertently planting a big somersault.

　　Maca was sitting at the dining table, eating today’s breakfast, and he was surrounded by people.

　　 I don’t know who said it—it’s probably Ron. In short, almost half of the students have heard of Maca’s glorious deeds. He killed a twelve-foot-tall monster alone! This is incredible!

　　 Now Maca has become a celebrity. Many students come to talk to him, and there are even a few first-year girls who come to him for autographs!

　　Maca feels like he enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by people. This is not only because of vanity, he also feels that it is really warm!

　　 This is not an excuse, trust me! What I'm saying is true! If you don't believe me, find a bunch of people to surround you and try.

　　 Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge **** fur boots, defrosting flying broomsticks on the Quidditch court.

　　 This clearly expresses one thing-the Quidditch season has begun!

　　 To be honest, Maca really wants to participate in Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team, but unfortunately, he has been too busy. Moreover, Quidditch teams generally do not allow a first-year student to participate.

　　 "I believe Harry's kind is only a special case." Maca looked at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were whispering. Maca guessed they must be talking about it.

　　 But what Macca is more concerned about is that he has never heard of Harry joining the Gryffindor team as a seeker. Is it possible that the Gryffindor team captain Wood intends to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

　　 "The secrecy measures are good." Maca muttered in a vague voice, chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth.

　　 However, when the day of the game came, Maca was a little dumbfounded when he saw Harry from a distance, just like him, walking towards the spectator stand.

　　 "What's the matter?" When Maca stared blankly as he watched Harry disappear on the stairs leading to the Gryffindor viewing seat, his face was full of undisguised surprise.

　　"What's the matter? What are you looking at, Mr. Cavalier?" Senior Sister Charlotte hooked Maca's shoulder and smiled and said, "Are you looking at your Princess Granger?"

　　 "Uh, ah—no." Maca shook his head, glanced at Gryffindor's viewing seat again, and then turned back and climbed the stairs on his side with Charlotte.

　　 Quidditch game is very exciting, but Maca doesn't have much thought to watch.

　　 From time to time, he looked at the teacher’s spectator booth—without Harry’s Quidditch game, he didn’t know how Quirrell’s actions would change.

　　 Until the game was decided, there were no surprises in this event. In the absence of Harry, it seems that the possibility of Quirrell's action was cut off from the root, but Maca could not guarantee that he would look for another opportunity to target Harry.

　　 "At least ~IndoMTL.com~ is it a good thing to avoid an inevitable crisis?" Maca is not sure if this is the case, but he has no idea about this matter.

　　The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game is over, and Maca glanced at the scoreboard before leaving, sixty to 210 points. When the score was tied, the Slytherin Seeker caught the Golden Snitch and ended the stalemate game.

　　Maca doesn’t matter, but after a glance, he walks towards the Gryffindor crowd.

　　 "Hey, Harry!" Maca tried to make himself look normal, "Don't worry, the game is not over yet, this is just beginning."

　　 "Oh, yes. However, losing to Slytherin is still unpleasant." Harry sighed.

　　 It seems that even if he did not participate in the Quidditch team, he still likes the sport.

　　 "Well," Maca sorted out the guesses he had thought about during the game, and then asked, "I heard that Neville almost fell during your first flight lesson. It's true. Is it?"

　　 Harry nodded and said, "Yes! Had it not been for Mrs. Hooch's quick response, Neville would definitely be admitted to the school hospital, I'm sure."

　　 "Yeah! He jumped so high!" Ron gestured with a smile beside him.

　　 "What happened then? Malfoy didn't embarrass him, did he?"

　　 "Oh, yeah, that's right, that **** always laughs at others, I can't wait to give him a monster spell!"

　　 "The matter of the duel that night was because we had a fight in class." Harry also followed angrily.

　　 "Well, that guy is really not a good thing."

　　Maca casually agreed, while gradually straightening out the causes and consequences of this - so it turned out to be so!