Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 21: Good things that are not good things

　　's three encounters with Willie Blois ended with the collapse of Maca, which made him feel serious frustration for the first time, who has always been confident in his communicative ability.

　　 After sending Willie to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower without a word, Maca returned to her dormitory and fell on the bed with her head up.

　　 "What's the matter? A dejected look, which is rare in you!" Roommate Ernie said curiously.

　　 "It's nothing," Maca waved his hand weakly, "Just a little tired."

　　 "Heart tired!" he added in his heart.

　　 Early the next morning, as soon as Maca stepped into the restaurant, she immediately saw Hermione walking towards him with a worried expression on her face.

　　 "It’s okay yesterday?" She looked up and down at Maca, and saw that he didn’t seem to have changed anything. Then she started talking again, "I said, you were too impulsive! Ron heard the meaning of the word, but I don’t think we need to care about it! Malfoy just has a bad brain! There is no need to be knowledgeable with him..."

　　 "...Well, and thank you." At the end, Hermione was a little embarrassed.

　　 "You are welcome, remember, we are friends!" Maca spread out her hands and said with a smile, "Also, you have to fix your long-winded problem."

　　 After all, Macahaha smiled and walked towards Hufflepuff’s long table, saying good morning to Harry and Ron by the way.

　　 "What's wrong with him? He looks refreshed. Did something good happen to him?" Ron responded to Maca, then looked at Harry and said.

　　 "How do I know, I heard that he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse? Maybe yesterday's punishment just made him appetite!" Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.

　　 "You two! Aren't you also friends of Maca? Don't you worry about him!" Hermione walked over and sat down opposite them and said loudly.

　　 "It's enough if you care about him!" Ron said vaguely as he stuffed fried bacon in his mouth.

　　 "Macata is very capable and will surely take care of the trouble," Harry thought for a while and added, "At least a lot better than us."

　　 "Yeah! He can kill a troll alone! God, I think it's incredible now." Ron said with a longing look, "If only I could do it."

　　"Then you should do your homework!" Hermione said, "Don't just deal with them casually."

　　 "Oh—it's starting again." Ron couldn't help groaning.

　　Maca looked at the trio on Gryffindor's side from a distance, thinking that it would be better if life had been going on so plainly and steadily. For him, isn't this kind of leisurely life completely different from the past, isn't it exactly what he wants?

　　 "McLean, come to my office first after the morning class." He was thinking, but he heard a voice calling him.

　　 "Oh! Professor Sprout?" Maca saw her smiling all over her face. It was probably a good thing this time, "Okay, Professor."

　　 The first class in the morning was the history of magic. Professor Bins continued to use his hypnotic tone to explain the evolutionary history of the automatic stirring cauldron to the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the class. . In the eyes of other students, this is a particularly boring content, but Maca got a little inspiration in a few of the examples-he wants to try to improve this kind of crucible, which may make his potion fortune plan halfway. The age of automation.

　　 Of course, this is obviously not that easy.

　　 The second class is Maca’s most troublesome transformation class.

　　 To be honest, he has always liked this course, but his learning progress is very different from that of spells, not to mention the potions he is good at.

　　 Especially some time ago, when he saw a few quite interesting records in the restricted book area, he felt even more difficult.

　　 He discovered that the ancient demon summoning technique is actually closely related to the transformation technique!

　　 And let’s not mention the obvious taboo of summoning demons. Maca guessed that the summoning technique alone has an inseparable connection with the transformation technique. But that is white magic that has been known for its powerful destructive power since ancient times, and it was once one of the main magic categories of many powerful white wizards.

　　 Nowadays, related theories are almost completely lost, but this is a wonderful subject worth exploring.

　　 Such a seductive and profound magic is simply a luxurious feast that Maca can see and cannot eat. How can he not be anxious?

　　 In the transformation class, Maca easily turned a match into a needle, and then back again. While being praised by Professor McGonagall, he appeared to be even more distressed—obviously, such a slow progress is not a problem of his personal talent at all, this is the crux of the problem.

　　 Do you want him to ask Dumbledore that he has seen a record of Demon Summoning in the restricted book zone and want to study it as soon as possible? Do not make jokes!

　　 After class, Maca walked quickly to the greenhouse. He wanted to fill the sadness in his heart with the unknown good news that Professor Sprout brought to him.

　　 "Tuk Tuk Tuk" "Please come in!"

　　 Pushing open the office door, Maca immediately spotted another person in the office—Mrs. Hooch, a first-year flight class professor.

　　 "Hello, Mrs. Hooch; hello, Professor Sprout." Maca bowed slightly politely.

　　 "Oh-yes, you are here, come here soon, kid." Professor Sprout greeted Maca kindly.

　　 "Yes, yes, there is good news today," Professor Sprout said, "Mrs. Hooch recommended you to me, saying that you should join the Quidditch team at Hufflepuff College!"

　　"Oh! I was so shocked to hear this! You know, if you really pass the selection test, then you will become the youngest team player in a century! I really am You are proud!"

　　 While talking, Professor Sprout couldn't help even holding Maca, she was really happy.

　　"Yes! I think Mr. McLean will undoubtedly pass the provisional selection. This child’s talent for Quidditch has never been seen before. I think that after a series of professional training, he may even be a student The era was chosen by professional teams!"

　　 "Uh, is this true?" Maca really likes to fly freely in the air, but he can only say that he is very interested in the sport of Quidditch.

　　 "Oh, of course! I have asked Dumbledore about whether first-year students can participate in the Quidditch team. He thinks this is proof of student excellence." Professor Sprout said enthusiastically. "Dumbledore also likes this sport, he often takes time to watch international leagues!"

　　 "Uh, isn't it—ah! I mean, I'm so excited about it!" Maca said excitedly.

　　 Now that the parties have agreed, everything is easy. After having lunch, Professor Sprout took advantage of the lunch break and couldn't wait to give the Mackasse to the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team-Darren Chris.

　　 Speaking of which, this gentle and helpful sixth-grade boy is still the male prefect of Hufflepuff College!

　　 "Maca, I've heard it from Mrs. Hooch before," Darren smiled and patted Maca on the shoulder. "Awesome! I have never heard of it in the first grade. Participating in the academy team."

　　 "Yes! I am also surprised, I don't even know if I can do it well. In fact, I only did some simple flight exercises in flight lessons!"

　　Of course, sometimes it’s uncontrollable, just because of your temperament.

　　 "No problem, no problem! We all believe in Mrs. Hooch's vision-you know, she has been a Quidditch Cup referee for many years!"

　　 "Besides, our college doesn't really care about the Quidditch Cup... At least I think Quidditch is a relaxing break exercise!" Darren said relaxedly, "So I hate Slater. Team Lin, they always do whatever it takes to win."

　　 "Oh, yes, I think so too." Maca echoed with a smile, "flying freely, I especially like that feeling!"

　　"Okay, the lunch break is almost over! After class in the afternoon, you come to the Quidditch Stadium, we will give you a temporary entry test, look forward to it! Hahaha——" Darren waved away. He is about to go to class.

　　 "Hahaha." Maca smiled awkwardly.

　　 He found that ~IndoMTL.com~ the time to go to the library is estimated to have shrunk by a large percentage. This is not good news.

　　The afternoon class passed quickly. Just as Maca was in the corridor with a large number of students, crowded into the common room, he was pulled out of the crowd by a delicate white hand. .

　　 "Huh?" Maca was startled. After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, Sister Charlotte, what's the matter?"

　　 "What can I do, I'll come and take you to the Quidditch Stadium!" Charlotte patted Maca's back hardly and said with a grin.

　　 Take him to the stadium? Could it be that...

　　 "Is the senior sister a player of the college team?" Maca was surprised.

　　 "Of course! Didn't I tell you? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see me every day, you have to work harder today."

　　 Charlotte talked casually while dragging Maca's hand, walking downstairs under the curious eyes of many students. Although they didn't hear what they were talking about, they weren't curious when they saw Maca being taken away by such a big beauty. Which boy would he change?

　　 "Oh, senior sister! I said, stop pulling, I will go by myself." Maca said helplessly.

　　 "I was holding my hand by one of the three beauties of Hogwarts and showing off in the public. What's so bad about it? You must enjoy it, my junior." Charlotte laughed. It looks like a wretched aunt who is tricking Xiao Zhengtai.

　　 "Come on! I didn't find any enjoyment in this, the only feeling was that I was watching a group of hungry wolf pups down the street!" Maca smiled bitterly.

　　 "If you get a bargain, you'll sell well!" Charlotte smiled and patted Maca's head, but let go of his hand.