Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 346: The lit up divination classroom

"No, it doesn't make sense at all--"

"What can't you say?"

"It's impossible for my parents to be together again, let alone another child? You don't understand, my **** father...he always hates children, and he hasn't been interested in my mother for a long time... …"

In the potion preparation room, Maca leaned against the wall and sat on the hospital bed, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but his face was calm. 【】

On the contrary, Snape, who had always been gloomy on weekdays, looked rather irritable.

"How can a younger sister suddenly appear now? There must be a problem... I remember Kingsley mentioned that the girl was suspicious at first."

"So, when did your parents leave?" Maca calmly said.

Snape frowned and sighed: "I know what you mean... Yes, if you just look at the time, it's not impossible... Before that **** Muggle left, there were also people who used to be in the United States. Meaning..."

"So, after your father left, your mother also chased him...Is that right?" Maca continued to ask.

"It's a waste of effort to chase the past, that guy... doesn't like people or things related to magic at all..." Snape said dullly, "No, he doesn't like anything very much, he has always been a boring guy. ."

"Anyway...I suggest you go take a look at that photo." Maca raised her head, her voice was small, but unexpectedly firm, "At least I saw a pair smiling at each other. Partner."

"Smile?"

Snape's hand clenched slightly, but as if he was aware of his own mind, he immediately let go.

"...How is it possible, I never saw him smile."

He dropped such a sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the cauldron. The posture of walking was as turbulent as in the past, and there was a tendency to forget all the troubles.

But if you look closely, you will find that his steps are no longer as accurate as they are usually measured.

Maca didn't say anything more, not only because he understood that all he should have said and done had already been done, the next step was to see how Snape would choose.

In any case, at least Maca knows it—even if there is only one family member, it is much better than none at all.

After that, neither of them said much. As time passed slowly, the "gurgling" sound in the cauldron gradually calmed down.

"McLean, drink it...McLean?"

When Snape called for the third time, Maca's eyes moved, as if he had just heard it.

"Um..." he said hoarsely, "Help...me, a hand."

"Can you swallow by yourself?" Snape pulled him up and looked at him.

"It's okay...that is, lying down for too long...the body is numb...just."

Maca said vaguely, moving her eyeballs, but the pupils clearly had no focus.

"Don't talk nonsense at this time." Snape easily blocked his raised hand, and then put the test tube containing the liquid medicine directly to his mouth.

After all the liquid medicine was poured into Maca's mouth, Snape cleared the test bench, and then walked neatly to the door of the potion preparation room.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

"After the effect of the medicine works, you can sleep...and..." Snape thought for a while, "Well, by the way...Before I came over, Dumbledore asked me to bring you a sentence ."

"Dumbledore? What are you talking about?" Maca asked with drooping eyes.

"He said, I want to give you something...Of course, now...you have to wait for you to recover."

Snape stopped staying before the words were over, turned around and left.

In fact, it's not a few hours before dawn. When the effect of the medicine gradually began, when Maca felt a fever all over his body, he finally loosened his tight nerves, and soon fell asleep...

At noon the next day, Maca woke up from the hospital bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he stumbled upon a person sitting on the edge of the bed.

"...Lena?"

Lena, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up immediately upon hearing this.

"Mr. McLean, good afternoon." She said quietly.

"Hmm."

Maca held his forehead and rubbed his temples, trying to prop up his somewhat heavy body, but unexpectedly his arms softened. Lena held him fast with eyes and hands.

"Thank you."

Lena shook her head lightly.

"Is it better?" she asked suddenly, "How long will it take to recover?"

The older sister among the werewolf sisters generally doesn't take the initiative to ask questions. Although her behavior is very gentle, but in the habit of keeping a distance from others, most of them will not ask the same question continuously like this.

But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.

"Well, it's actually okay. It's just that I consumed too much energy yesterday..." Maca leaned on the pillow and looked at her questioningly, "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Lenny, I don't want you to have trouble."

Is it true?

Lenna, the sister, put her heart all on her crazy girl. Everything that my sister expects will become the direction and motivation in her life.

"By the way, where's Miss Tia?" Maca suddenly remembered the conversation with Snape last night.

"Miss Tia is at the greenhouse, watering the sapweed."

"Oh, it's almost full moon again..." Maca nodded, "Then...did Snape go to her?"

"Nothing."

Hearing Lena's answer, Maca couldn't help sighing.

……

At about the same time, the north tower of Hogwarts Castle.

The classroom for the divination class is at the top of the tower, but if I have to say it, it is more like a windowless attic.

Actually, the fortune-telling classroom has windows, but the fortune-telling professor Trelawney always likes to use thick curtains to close the windows so hard that even a little light can't get through.

The lighting inside is basically all candles.

If you do this, this classroom does have a mysterious feeling, and the winter is quite warm. But in the summer, it's like a big oven here.

In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron were sitting together, looking boredly at Harry's diary.

They jokingly call this type of diary a "dream diary" because it is all about their dreams. This is actually one of the homework in the divination class, but... not everyone can remember every dream clearly!

More than half of this diary was made by the two of them together. Just write more about death, disasters, etc., in short, something related to bad things.

Professor Trelawney likes that tune.

To be honest, this course is really a bit of a ignorance, they felt that way from the beginning.

"You said, what happened to Maca this time? After only one day of class, he disappeared again..." Ron leaned close to Harry, looking at the diary, while whispering Said.

"Hey...he is too busy," Harry shook his head, "If only we could help him..."

"Who said no?" Ron agreed.

Just then, there was a soft "crunch" in their ears. The two turned their heads to take a look, only to see Umbridge coming up through the trapdoor on the floor.

"Oh, that old woman again!" Ron complained in the smallest voice.

"At least she never went to the ancient magic text classroom after the first class that Maca came back to teach." Harry said, grinning slightly.

Not to mention that the two of them were whispering to each other, when Umbridge got out of the trapdoor, the little wizards who were talking and laughing immediately fell silent.

Probably because the voice in the classroom suddenly fell low when I heard the voice in the classroom, Professor Trelawney had a head out from behind the desk filled with all kinds of messy divination props.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge's face was still smiling, "Do you have a solution to my last question?"

"It's okay..."

Professor Trelawney nodded with a sullen face, but after a perfunctory moment, she retracted her head again.

Umbridge didn't care. She grabbed the armchair closest to her, dragged it to the front of the classroom, and placed it beside the desk.

It's just that there are so many things around the table, she just pushed a little away with her feet, and then sat down.

"Um...is it a little boring?"

Umbridge paused, she put a fancy bag aside ~IndoMTL.com~ and then drew out her magic wand and flicked it at the heavy curtain.

In an instant, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight in, causing everyone to narrow their eyes.

After finishing this, the Umbrella Wizard picked up her beloved bag again, took out the writing board from it, and sat contentedly raised her chin, waiting for the class bell to come.

Professor Trelawney put the quilt in her hand heavily on the table, and even the divination props piled on the table trembled slightly.

She pulled her shawl with her trembling hands, and glanced at Umbridge through the eyes that were thick as the bottom of a cauldron.

"What's wrong, Professor Trelawney?"

Umbridge’s sweet and greasy smile made Trelawney feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, still did not answer, but turned her head to examine the little wizards in the classroom.

"Dingling bell--"

The class bell finally rang.

"Today, we will continue to study the predictive'dream'," Professor Trelawney said in her usual erratic tone, but the dim atmosphere of the past and her deliberate expression disappeared in the classroom It seems even stupid.

"...Then, please divide into two groups and interpret each other's recent dream information with the help of "Dream Interpretation Guide"."

After finishing what should be said, Trelawney just wanted to sit down, and suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here now, Umbridge would have to come and pester her.

So, she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk, and walked towards the students.

"Quickly, think of a dream!" Harry urged Ron quickly. [This chapter is first published on Aiyou Novel Network, please remember the URL ()]