Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 24: About Nick LeMay

　　At this moment, the Hogwarts Auditorium is particularly beautiful and magnificent because of the large number of Christmas decorations.

　　 The walls are covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe. Twelve towering Christmas trees are erected everywhere in the room. Some trees are hung with small shiny icicles, and some trees are shining brightly. Hundreds of candles.

　　 Watching Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick use magic to decorate this place so beautifully, Maca couldn't help but want to try something here.

　　 He found a small white bottle from the inside of his robe, and carefully dripped a few drops of cold liquid on the support under a Christmas tree.

　　 "What did you pour down?"

　　Professor McGonagall walked over quickly, but he was not immediately angry. It seems that the strategy of Maca’s good impression on her last time really worked.

　　 "Oh, professor, you'll find out in a moment." Maca smiled and said.

As soon as 　　 Maca's voice fell, the effect of the few drops of liquid had already appeared. I saw a hazy white cold mist rising from under the Christmas tree. It didn't always sink like other cold air, but surrounded the Christmas tree all the way up, floating towards the enchanted ceiling.

　　Amidst the white mist, there are faintly faintly faintly shining dots of crystal light, giving this Christmas tree a very unique beauty.

　　 "This is a semi-finished product that I tossed out when I was researching potions. It looks beautiful, but it's a bit cold." Maca looked at his masterpiece and felt satisfied.

　　 "Yes, this looks really good!" Professor McGonagall also said with a rare smile, "Give a few drops to the other trees too! I think Albus will like this...I mean , Professor Dumbledore."

　　 Not far away, Hermione looked at the white mist-shrouded Christmas tree, her eyes gleaming brightly.

　　 "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said to Harry.

　　 "Yeah! That's awesome!" Harry seemed to like it too.

　　 "I prefer Professor Flitwick's golden bubbles. They look golden." Ron saw Professor Flitwick spraying strings of golden bubbles with his wand, and Hang them on the branches of the newly moved tree.

Hagrid next to 　　 was also watching various decorations, but suddenly as if he was thinking of something, he turned his head and asked the three of them: "How many days are there for holidays?"

　　 "It's only one day!" Hermione said, "Oh, this reminds me—Harry, Ron, we have half an hour to eat, we should go to the library."

　　 "Oh, yes, you are right." Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

　　 "Library?" Hagrid said, following them out of the auditorium, "Reading after a holiday? Isn't it too hard?"

　　 "Oh, we are not reviewing homework." Harry said to him happily, "Ever since you mentioned Nico LeMay, we have been trying to figure out who he is."

　　 "What!" Hagrid's expression looked horrified, "Listen to me—I told you, stop it! The thing guarded by the big dog has nothing to do with you."

　　 "We just want to know who Nicol LeMay is, nothing else." Hermione said.

　　 "Would you like to tell us so that we don't have to worry about it?" Harry said again, "We have turned over at least a hundred books these days, but we haven't even found his shadow—you just give us some Prompt! I know where I have seen his name."

　　 "I can't say anything." Hagrid said dryly.

　　 "Well, why don't you ask Maca, Hermione?" Ron said to Hermione.

　　 "I said no, Maca is very busy recently, I don't want to disturb him." It seems that this is not the first time Ron has proposed to ask Maca, but Hermione seems to have never agreed.

　　 "Isn't he idle right now! You see he is still there helping the professors to set up the auditorium!" Ron looked at Maca, who was not far from them, and said in wonder.

　　 Hagrid stood beside him with an angry look, watching the three children discussing this matter in front of him, and he didn't even know what to say.

　　 "I said no!" Hermione couldn't help but yelled to Ron.

　　 She was obviously a bit louder, and Maca turned her head and glanced suspiciously. After talking to Professor McGonagall, she walked over here.

　　 "What happened, Hermione? Why is it so angry again?" he asked curiously.

　　 "No, it's nothing--" "Maca, who is Nicole LeMay?" "Don't ask!"

　　 answered three times in a row, making Maca look back and forth between Hermione, Ron and Hagrid in surprise, then smiled and said: "Hi-two to one, then I won't say it."

　　 "Uh, do you really know who Nicol LeMay is?" Hermione asked subconsciously when she heard Maca seem to know.

　　 "Do you want to know? I'll tell you if you want to know." Maca thought to herself—you'll know sooner or later.

　　 "No, no more." Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated, then shook her head.

　　 Unlike Harry’s concerns, Hermione really just wanted to know who Nico LeMay was. After seeing that Maca's progress had far surpassed her, she just wanted to catch up with him by her own efforts, even if it was only in such a small matter.

　　 Although she is a little curious about what important things are hiding behind the three-headed dog Lu Wei, for Hermione, how to acquire knowledge through her own efforts is the only thing she values ​​right now.

　　 "Then we have to find it ourselves." Ron couldn't help feeling a little frustrated when he saw that Maca didn't answer.

　　 He thinks that Maca has always been his best friend, just like Harry-even before he knew Harry. But now, he refused to tell himself a little answer, he knew exactly who Nico LeMay was!

　　 Of course, Ron is just a little unhappy. Friends are still friends after all, and Maca will always show him homework when he needs it.

　　 "Then... I went to the library." Hermione saw Ron was pulling Harry to the door, looking at her right now!

　　 "It's okay, let's go!" Maca smiled. He didn't have the time to pay attention to Ron's childishness. Anyway, two days later, he would definitely come back and ask him to borrow the history of magic essay.

　　 He waved to Hermione, but his mind had already flown elsewhere.

　　 Yes, Nico LeMay. After meeting the three-headed dog Lu Wei early that night, Maca had already checked the information about the great alchemist. But what made him hesitate was that he wasn't sure whether he wanted to ask Dumbledore to help him introduce the legend.

　　, you know, soon, the only magic stone in the world that can give people immortality will be destroyed.

　　 But let’s not mention whether Dumbledore would agree to his request. The point is, even if he successfully meets Nicole LeMay, what should he do next?

　　 Do you want to talk to Le May—oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes and see, you know, those about the Philosopher’s Stone, you won’t need it anyway!

　　 In fact, Maca felt that even if placed in front of him, he would not understand at all. What is alchemy? He has no clue at all.

　　After pondering, he finally gave up-Dumbledore didn't intend to use the Philosopher's Stone to continue his life. Obviously, there must be some reason for this. He and LeMay have been good friends for a long time.

　　 once again denied this tempting plan, Maca simply left here for a trip to the House of Requests. He wants to make some preparations for this Christmas.

　　……

　　 The much-anticipated Christmas holiday has finally arrived. Many students have chosen to go home for Christmas. Some families have even planned a Christmas short-term family travel party. For wizards, traveling is as easy and convenient as going to work every day, and the Christmas holiday for nearly three weeks can hardly be used up!

　　On the way to the Hogwarts Express, everyone was laughing and discussing. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.

　　Maca still carried his light suitcase, let Mafa Owl stand on his shoulders, and secretly left from the platform of the Hogwarts Express-he was going to Hogsmeade first Come, send me the recently prepared medicine in person, and by the way, calculate the income so far.

The popularity of 　　Xianyin Pharmacy is very good~IndoMTL.com~ Every batch of medicine will be sold out in a very short time. Although this makes people happy, the serious shortage of output has gradually emerged.

　　 In fact, this is no way. The profit of simple preparation of potions is usually very transparent. In the magic world with weak human resources, the ones that make more are always fine products.

　　 "Those potions chain stores that rely on small profits but quick turnover are supported by house elves!"

　　 When Maca and his partner Mr. Tyrande talked about this, they told him the news clearly.

　　 "Behind those chain stores, there are usually one or even several pure-blood wizard families standing. Those are the properties of the powerful."

　　"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, I wish our business prosperous again!" Maca smiled and said, "I should go now-don't you mind if I use your fireplace?"

　　 "Oh-of course no, cough cough... don't mind, please use it as you please." Tyrande seemed to smile on the bandaged face.

　　God knows that he is not smiling, it can only be guessed, anyway, I can’t see it.

　　 "Lovegood House" "Boom!"

　　 "Oh-heh heh heh-Mei and Merlin are up!" Tyrande was frightened by the green flames rising high in the fireplace, "How did he do this? ——"

　　 He is not the first person to be frightened by the vision that Maca uses when he uses Floo powder, and he certainly won't be the last. This poor fellow, he has developed a greater sense of awe for the pretendingly mysterious Maca.

　　"...Cough, shouldn’t, cough, cough...should find a chance to return the first 50, cough...50 Jin Jialong back to him?" Tyrande was startled. Looking at the empty fireplace, he coughed even harder.