Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 293: The ups and downs of growth

"Hermione, sit down first!"

Maca took Hermione back to the study, and then he sat down on the sofa first.

To be honest, the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew that Maca was always busy, because every time they came to the study, they would see him in the "hill" formed by magic books and various documents. , Busy day and night.

The time Maca spends every day for sleeping seems to be very short. Although people sometimes worry about his physical condition, he gets used to it after discovering that he is in good spirits every day.

At least, if everything is fine on weekdays, everyone is used to not disturbing him in the study.

Starting from staying here this holiday, Hermione has not come in several times until now, but every time she comes in, she will find that the space here seems to be constantly becoming "crowded".

"Are there more things here?" Hermione curiously picked up a notebook piled on the sofa and flipped through it, only to find that it was full of symbols that seemed to be intelligible. And formula.

"I think so..." Maca shrugged and said, "But at least there is still a place to sit, don't care if it will be messed up, it's okay to push it away."

"I think this is messy enough!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "Would you not tidy up?"

"They are neat in my heart." Maca smiled and said, "Let’s not talk about this... Actually, I planned to find someone to chat with you a long time ago, and it was just an opportunity. Come on!"

"Opportunity?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Is it because I saw through your lie?"

"No," Maca shook his head, "I mean, I want Harry to make a choice...Speaking of which, you, me, Harry, Ron, and of course other classmates. "

"Among these people, you are the only one who I think is the smartest."

Hermione blushed as soon as she heard that Maca praised her so rarely, but immediately raised her head proudly.

"Really?" There was a look of joy at the corner of her mouth.

"Of course it is true! Your strengths are obvious, smart, hardworking, and meticulous about learning... However, your shortcomings are also obvious-you are not very good at understanding things that lack logic, no Wrong?"

"Oh—it seems to be the case after you say so!" Hermione scratched her messy hair in annoyance.

"For this reason, although you can quickly remember all kinds of magical knowledge, you can't study them in more depth. Because most knowledge about magic requires'imagination' and'sensation'... …"

Unconsciously, Maca led Hermione into a state of "listening to class". Time gradually passed, and soon it was time for dinner.

When Hermione glanced at the wall clock on the wall unconsciously, she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Oh! Why are we always talking about learning and research?" She wondered, "I thought you were going to talk to me about Harry!"

"There are certain things that Harry needs to face by himself," Maca solemnly said, "Facing the return of Voldemort, we have been fighting, and you and Harry are the most likely to protect everyone. A man of strength..."

"At least there are many people and things I want to protect, and I believe Hermione is the same. So, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible, learn magic knowledge more specifically, and transform them into your own Strength."

"Now Voldemort is lurking temporarily, and we are not sure when he will come back. However, it is foreseeable that when he reappears in our sight, danger will become everywhere..."

……

Harry finally plucked up the courage to accept Maca's mission. Although he was still worried about the upcoming trip to the Ministry of Magic, at least, he had already taken the first step with his own willpower.

At dinner on Wednesday night, Mrs. Weasley turned her face and whispered to him: "I have ironed your best clothes. You will wear them tomorrow morning, Harry. I hope you will do it again tonight. Wash your hair. A good first impression will work wonders."

Harry felt like a brick had smashed into his heart when he heard this. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny all stopped talking and looked at him.

"In fact, don't worry too much. Voldemort can't completely infiltrate the entire Ministry of Magic. Calm down, just do as I say."

Harry nodded and wanted to continue eating his ribs, but his mouth suddenly became so dry that he couldn't chew.

"How am I going?" He tried to make his voice sound like he didn't care much.

"Arthur will take you with you when he goes to work." Mrs. Weasley said softly.

Mr. Weasley smiled encouragingly at Harry across the table. "You can stay in my office first and wait until the time for trial is up."

Harry looked at Sirius, but before he could ask a question, Mrs. Weasley answered.

"Sirius, of course, can't accompany you, can he?"

"I think it's very correct." Sirius gritted his teeth and finished, sulking his fork into a potato.

At 5:30 the next morning, Harry woke up suddenly and completely, as if someone yelled into his ears.

He lay there motionless, slowly, going to the Ministry of Magic for trial filled every cell of his brain.

When he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, he jumped off the bed and put on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley had put freshly ironed jeans and T-shirts at the foot of his bed, and Harry fumbled for them to put them on.

Ron lay on his back on the bed with his limbs stretched out, his mouth wide open, and he was sleeping soundly.

Harry walked through the room, came to the landing outside the door, closed the door gently with his backhand, and Ron on the bed had not moved.

He lightly walked down the stairs to the kitchen below.

He thought there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a low voice from behind the door.

He opened the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks all sitting there, as if waiting for him.

Maca and Hermione were also there, and they seemed to be talking softly to a few notebooks.

They were all dressed neatly, only Mrs. Weasley wore a purple pajamas. As soon as Harry entered, she stood up immediately.

"Eat breakfast." She said, pulling out her wand and hurriedly toward the stove.

"Good morning and morning, Harry," Tonks said with a yawn. Her hair was golden this morning, in lazy curls.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very good," Harry said.

"I didn't...ha...n't slept all night." She said, shaking and yawning, "Come and sit down!"

She dragged out a chair, only to overturn a chair next to it.

"Tonks, don't worry about it..." Maca raised his head and teased, "Don't you often complain that you always knock over things? The best way is not to touch them."

"You can control it...ha..." Tonks doesn't even have the strength to argue, and it seems really sleepy.

"What do you want to eat, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked loudly, "Porridge? Muffins? Smoked fish? Ham and eggs? Bread?"

"The bread will be ready soon, thank you." Harry said.

Lupin glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, "What happened to Scrimgeour you just said?"

"Oh! By the way, that's it...ha...we need to be more careful. He started asking me and Kingsley some weird questions." Tonks waved his hand.

Maca thought for a while, and exhorted: "Pay more attention to whether he shows a trance expression when he is not speaking, Scrimgeour is still very principled. If he is not controlled by a powerful Imperius spell If you do, his credibility is still relatively high."

"Kingsley feels the same way, but it's not easy to see Imperius!" Tonks said bitterly.

"There is really no good way~IndoMTL.com~ I can only observe more." Maca shrugged.

They didn't ask Harry to join the conversation, which made him subconsciously relieved, and he was always nervous. Mrs. Weasley put two slices of bread and marmalade in front of him, and he ate with difficulty, chewing wax.

Beside, Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side of him, and began to take extra care of his T-shirt. Tuck the label in for a while, then smooth the seam on the shoulder.

To be honest, Harry really hoped she wouldn't do it.

Maca seems to have seen his thoughts and smiled and said: "You really have to pay attention to appearances, those guys are very concerned about these, so you will be better to pay attention to words and deeds at that time."

"Maca, I won't be on night shift tomorrow anymore, I'm too...ha...too tired." Tonks said, yawning again.

"I'll do it for you," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm fine, anyway, I need a report."

Mr. Weasley did not wear a wizard robe, but a pair of thin pants and an old short jacket. He turned his eyes from Tonks to Harry.

"How do you feel?"

Harry tilted his head. Although his heart was full of anxiety, he really didn't know what to say for a while.

"It will be over soon." Mr. Weasley cheered him up, "In a few hours, you will have nothing to do... Don’t care too much about the task, it’s not necessary. It's done, isn't it?"

Harry pursed his lips, glanced at Maca again, and said nothing.

As Mr. Weasley said, the task that Maca gave him was not necessarily complete, but he also felt that this was actually an opportunity Maca gave him.

An opportunity to break through and regain courage, he actually wanted to hold it firmly.