Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 459: Santa’s Elbow Strike

The genius remembers this site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! When Maca, Luna, and Hermione walked into the gate of Hogwarts with a large group of elves, the students We have already begun to prepare for going home.

This year is quite a coincidence. After a day off, it’s the Christmas holiday again.

However, during the three-week Christmas holiday this year, Hermione won't be able to enjoy much free time in this session of the Little Wizard. Not to mention the training courses they made themselves, the academic arrangements at Hogwarts alone have to be considered.

Because, as soon as this holiday is over, they have to face-to-face with the exam for a hand-to-hand battle of blood and tears.

"I have to take Luck and his people to see Professor McGonagall, and you should prepare as soon as possible! If anything happens after the holiday, please write to me..." Maca looked at Hermione and Luna said, "If you encounter any difficulties, use fake gold coins to notify me-Luna too, remember?"

"Okay." Luna nodded very simply, "Merry Christmas."

Seeing that Maca was about to leave, Hermione stopped him.

"Hey!" She whispered, "Um...I mean, Christmas...Where will you spend Christmas?"

"Oh, yeah... Christmas..." Maca seemed to have just begun to think about it, and after a little thought, he said, "Probably go to the Old Black House! There are still some homeless there. Children, I think they should also have a relaxing and happy Christmas."

"The children you brought back from the United States?" At first, those children were sent to Hogwarts, and Hermione once caught a glimpse of them from a distance. "What have they experienced? Just that day I saw them. It must be too bad in terms of the appearance..."

"In short, there is an unfortunate past," Maca shrugged. "Some of them have already contacted their family through some relationships, and there are probably not many who are still in the old house."

"Oh..." Hermione said unbearably, "I think I should go see them too... Then Christmas Eve, I will..."

"No, I think you'd better stay at home and spend time with your parents." Maca immediately stopped. "Any family needs the company of children at Christmas, otherwise your parents will also It loses the meaning of decorating a Christmas tree. By the way, you'd better behave as if you still believe that Santa Claus is true...I believe your parents will be very happy."

"Oh...I have not believed in Santa Claus since I was six years old," Hermione shook her head helplessly, "It's all because my father was slippery by the snow he sprinkled when he faked Santa's footprints. A fall, his elbow..."

She stopped as she spoke, as if she didn't want to recall the bad memory of the time.

"What happened to his elbow?" Luna asked in a daze.

"Um...you don't want to know..." Hermione looked at Luna and Maca hesitantly. Seeing that they were both curious, she couldn't help but pursed her face in embarrassment. "Okay." Alright... Dad's elbow was pressed **** my stomach, and almost squeezed my belly with peg cake and Christmas pudding out of my throat!"

"Oh—" Maca and Luna looked at each other in horror.

"Enough!" Hermione blushed and stomped her feet. "However, I think you are right-I should spend Christmas with Mom and Dad. I miss them too, and they must be more Miss me."

"Yes, that's it!"

Marcario nodded slightly, and then, in the uncertain eyes of the little wizards passing by, greeted the little elves to walk to the principal's office.

"What is ‘Christmas’?" Old Luck asked curiously, "It sounds interesting!"

"It was a day where there were good food and fun, and reunion with friends and family." Maca said casually as he walked, "Anyway, that day will have a lot of laughter! I! I think you will like it......"

Not long after, when Maca led a large group of chirping little guys to the door of the principal's office, he found that the door had been opened.

"House elf?" A voice came from inside, "You...uh...Where did you find such noisy ghosts?"

As soon as he entered the principal's room, Macadam saw Snape. This Mr. Big Bat is still as usual, as if dissatisfied with everything, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Snape." Maca greeted casually, "They are not house elves, um...at least, they are not the same."

"Huh, whatever! You came just right..." Snape shook his greasy hair and said, "During the holidays, I will go to America with Tia to find clues...you know, then See you later."

"Oh, really?" Maca was saying, and Snape passed him by his side, waving his sleeves to drive away the elf who was in the way, and walked out.

He looked at the back of Snape leaving, thought about it, and shouted at the other person: "Remember to be careful over there. Although the first trouble has been eliminated, it may not be completely safe there!"

When Snape heard this reminder, he turned around suddenly, and saw him over the heads of a group of elves, looking at Maca for a slight pause.

"I see," he nodded, expressionlessly, "but I think you should pay more attention than me."

Maca couldn't help feeling that Snape was right, because what Snape was going to do had nothing to do with Voldemort or Greenward, but his side was the number one enemy of the two.

After watching Snape leave, Maca turned around and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, these little elves will fight Voldemort with us. With them, I think Hogwarts will be stronger and more secure." He said.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been observing these elves since just now. The large number of them not only crowded the principal's room, but even stretched out to the door.

And looking at their lively expressions and movements, and their constant twittering, McGonagall has already felt that they are clearly different from the house elves.

"Are they...a house-elf?" Professor McGonagall hesitated, "They look alike, but..."

"Well... they should be regarded as another descendant of the ancestors of the house elves," Maca explained, "You can understand-they have not experienced the defeat and surrender in the first place. ...How do you say it? Is it a group of "free elves"?"

"'Freedom'?" Old Lak squeezed beside Maca, "This word sounds good, Lak likes this word..."

"What is he talking about?" Professor McGonagall said in a puzzled manner.

"He said he likes'freedom'," Maca translated a little, and went on, "His name is'Luck', and he is the oldest of these elves-maybe you don’t understand the professor. Their language, but they can roughly understand what you are talking about."

"Hey, young wizard," Old Rack tugged Maca's robe and said, "The elf needs work! The elf needs to complete Ferry's task! What should I do afterwards?"

"Of course, don't worry." Maca looked at him and said, "I will tell you about the clues I got in a while. You won't be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you. Stay here, don't you?"

He reassures Old Luck a few words, and then he said to Professor McGonagall: "There are still many places to live in the castle, but I want them to meet the house elves in the kitchen first... Professor , What do you think?"

As Maca said, Hogwarts Castle is quite large, and since the beginning of the school, it has never been able to fully utilize this abundant space.

Not to mention other places, even on the basement floor of the castle, there are too many vacant rooms.

"Take them to the kitchen? I think the scene must be very messy," Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and then nodded, "But if you go with them~IndoMTL.com~ then it should be fine. Big problem."

"Thank you, professor." Maca nodded to McGonagall, "I think Hermione will be very happy for your permission!"

I said so, but Maca didn't intend to call Hermione together. In a moment they should leave school and go home, and now they call her to come over, then she won't have time to organize her luggage.

Not long after, Maca led the elves through the spiral staircase, all the way to the underground corridor of Hogwarts Fortress, and stopped him in front of a still life painting of fruits. Footsteps.

In the curious eyes of the elves, Maca stretched out his hand and scratched the pear in the painting.

Suddenly, Lizi, who had been motionless, twisted her body suddenly and giggled. Its movement caused the other fruits that were packed in the fruit plate to roll a little, and an apple fell from the edge of the plate to the table and let out a soft cry of "Ouch."

Immediately, the giggling pear changed silently, turning into a green doorknob.

In the past when he was at Hogwarts, as a Hufflepuff, he would often visit the kitchen late at night. Now that I walked in, it was naturally quite familiar.

Not much to say, Maca stretched out his hand and twisted the handle, pulling the frame apart.

"It's the kitchen, and some of your people live here..." He turned his head and said to Old Luck, "But, do you remember what I told you? Although you don't seem to care. , But I think it’s better to remind me for the time being—"

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