Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 33: The Scroll of Truth

　　Maca took a look inside and found that this not too big secret room had already taken up most of the space by the bookshelves.

　　, you can see by lowering your head. On the smooth slate floor, there are two metal sliding rails-the bookshelves can slide left and right on them.

　　 Because of this, there is only a gap between these bookshelves for one person to pass through, and the other places are close together. If someone needs to search for other bookshelves, he can push the bookshelf to adjust the gap to the position he wants.

　　 "Why don't you give a traceless stretch curse here?" Maca said in a puzzled way.

　　 It's hard to believe, but this is Rowena Ravenclaw's secret room. But here, there was not the slightest smell of magic—not even the expansion curse to expand the space. Instead, every inch of the space here was used in a physical way, and the entire secret room seemed rather cramped.

　　 "Didn't I just say that! Within the Hogwarts area, the space has been reinforced!" Bronze Kitty said loudly, "'Reinforced', understand? All space-related magic cannot be used. , Unless it is preset at Hogwarts before reinforcement, nothing else will take effect."

　　 "In other words," Maca looked at here thoughtfully, "Is this place opened up later?"

　　 Bronze Kitty blinked, flew to the top edge of the bookshelf and stood still, staring at Maca who was flipping through the books for a while.

　　 "There is a smell of Salazar that old guy, I like to talk to others when nothing is wrong." It muttered softly.

　　 After a while, seeing that Maca was already standing there reading a book, he said, "Don't read those books. You will have time to come here in the future."

　　 "Now, come to the desk first." The bronze kitty rose into the air, flapping its wings and landed on a small scaffold on the desk.

　　Maca closed the book reluctantly when he heard the words, but didn't want to put it back in his hand.

　　 "Sit down, no one has sat here for a long time." Kitty stretched out his wings and said, "Open the middle drawer, there is a box in it, take it out."

　　 There is nothing in the drawer except an old wooden box with bronze corners.

　　 "What's in it?" Maca asked curiously, but didn't open it easily.

　　 "Don't worry! It's just a piece of paper. Rowena calls it the Scroll of Truth." Kitty said, "But no one knows if it's called this name."

　　Maca opened the box carefully, and found that there was indeed only a paper roll **** with a ribbon, and a delicate blue flannel under it.

　　 Just as he was about to pick it up to see what the secret was, Kitty interrupted his movements.

　　 "Now you have the right to make a choice," it said, "open it, do your best to read it, and then help your school solve a problem left over from the past; or, close this box and don't go Touch that trouble and let it wait for the next candidate to continue this selection."

　　Maca couldn’t help but stunned for a moment. He frowned and asked, “What’s the advantage of me? Or, what’s the disadvantage?”

　　"If I choose the latter, can I still read the books here?"

　　 It can be seen that those books are very attractive to Maca. Just now, he just flipped through one of them, and saw how precious these books really are.

　　 "Of course you can read the book. No matter which one you choose, or even if you don’t make a choice, you can come here at any time. But the choice is only this time. You have to understand this." Kitty calmed down Replied in his tone.

　　Maca turned the lid back immediately after hearing it, but just when the wooden box was about to close again, he stopped what he was doing.

　　 He remembered what Kitty Hawk had just said: Rowena called it "The Scroll of Truth."

　　 This means that for Rowena Ravenclaw, what is recorded in this book is what can be called "truth".

　　 "I'm afraid, all the books here are less important than the thin piece of paper in the box." He couldn't help thinking like that.

　　 "What is the trouble with Hogwarts, can you tell me first?" Maca hesitated.

　　 Kitty shook his head quite humanely. It said: "I don't know this, maybe the broken hat will know it! Its owner's mouth is quick, maybe it will miss it anytime."

　　 It paused, and put on a serious tone: "But I want to remind you that Rowena didn't tell me the answer to this question. Are you sure you want to know?"

　　 After listening to it, Maca's brow furrowed even tighter.

　　 To be honest, anyone with a bit of brain might not choose to pick it up, but Maca can't restrain his curiosity and desire for knowledge. He knew that since receiving the Hogwarts enrollment letter, he had been deeply involved in the exploration of magical knowledge and could not extricate himself.

　　Maca was originally a person who liked to explore this kind of mysterious knowledge. He couldn't refuse the handy "Scroll of Truth" in front of him, even if he already knew that there might be a big trouble waiting for him.

　　 As expected, after hesitating for a long time, he opened the lid again and put his hand in...

　　 In the early morning of the next day, the sun had just emerged, and the first morning sun was sprayed on Hogwarts Castle. Many students are still wandering in their sleep, but Maca has already got up early.

　　 Or rather, he didn't sleep much at all last night.

　　 When he was sent back to the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, the bronze kitty fell back on the door knocker and opened the door for him. Helena stared coldly at him. Long time.

　　 He said a lot of good things before he went to great lengths to calm down the bad-tempered ghost lady. After that, she pulled a bunch of things with her with a smile on her face, and then dragged her tired body back to the Hufflepuff dormitory.

　　 "The next test will be when your research on the ‘Scroll of Truth’ has gained something." This is the last sentence of the Bronze Kitty Hawk.

　　When he was lying in bed thinking about how long he could sleep, he found that he couldn't sleep at all. His head was full of the strange words that he saw on the "Scroll of Truth".

　　Maca had read many books about ancient magic texts before, but had never seen a text like that.

　　 The circle of strokes is a bit like a squiggle character, but each character is clearly distinguished; at first glance, it seems to be twisted out by a child at will, but after careful comparison, it can be found that the law is strict. Obviously A special kind of text.

　　 What makes Maca even more amazing is that every character in it is indeed magical.

　　With his gaze, the characters will diffuse the wave of magic, and convey all kinds of completely different messages to him. Although he didn't quite understand what the message was expressing, it didn't prevent him from being fascinated by it.

　　 And the most important thing is: When Maca tried to pick up the quill to copy, he found that although he wrote it looked similar, it was just an ordinary character—he couldn’t experience anything in it. feel.

　　 He lay in bed and thought for a long time, until dawn, he didn't think of anything of value.

　　 In the next few weeks, life was fairly peaceful.

　　After the last trip to Ravenclaw's secret room, his life has become even busier. Although Hermione still often came to discuss with him a few words about learning, the other time was filled with various studies.

　　"Should I apply for a time converter?"

　　 One day, Maca was sitting at the reading table in the library, looking at the mountains of books in front of him, and couldn't help but think so. But in an instant, he was immediately denied by himself.

　　 "I always feel that there will be more things to study, so forget it..."

　　 Maca shook off the curiosity about the time converter in her mind, stretched her waist to reinvigorate her, and wanted to continue to invest in research, but she didn't want a voice to come from behind her.

　　 "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

　　Maca turned around and immediately saw Hagrid's huge figure.

　　 Hagrid kicked and walked towards Harry and the others not far away, hiding something behind him. He was wearing a moleskin coat, which looked very anachronistic.

　　Maca saw it at a glance~IndoMTL.com~It's a book about dragons.

　　 "Dragon?" Maca blinked a few times, his expression slightly blank.

　　 He watched Hagrid lower his voice and whispered to Harry and the others, then left. Immediately after they had spoken a few words, Hermione went back to the place Hagrid had just turned around and carried several books.

　　 "Hagrid always wanted a dragon. He told me that when I first met him." Maca heard Harry say this.

　　"But it’s illegal," Ron said. "At the Wizarding Conference in 1709, a bill banning dragon raising was officially passed. Everyone knows. If we raise dragons in the back garden, It's hard not to let Muggles notice us."

　　 Ron was talking, and there was a sudden pause.

　　"Moreover, it's hard to tame them. It's very dangerous. You should really look at the burned places on Charlie. They are all left by Romanian wild dragons."

　　 "But there are no wild dragons in Britain?" Harry asked curiously.

　　"Of course," Ron said, "There are ordinary Welsh green dragons and Hebridin black dragons. I can tell you that the Ministry of Magic has a job to conceal the existence of these wild dragons. Our wizards have to often give Those Muggles who saw the wild dragon chanted the curse to make them forget about it."

　　 Hermione leaned forward and seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, she turned her head back.

　　 "Maca, do you want to come together?" she said, "Hagrid's cabin."

　　Maca thought for a while, and found that it was time for me to take a break.

　　 "Let's go and take a look! Maybe Hagrid actually got one here. I think it's good to have a chance to observe this powerful creature up close." He smiled and nodded.