Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 831: “No”

Since Maca smashed back into the mirror that day, the day seemed to calm down. Even if he knows that this peace must be temporary, taking advantage of this period of time to breathe a sigh of relief will help him smooth the ruggedness and gully in his heart.

Oh, it’s worth mentioning that Hogwarts is finally starting to flutter again.

On the outer wall of the rough castle, a little soft white was smeared with fresh snow. This made Hogwarts, who had originally looked tough, couldn't help adding a bit more surprisingly soft.

Maca walked on the grass in the vestibule, surrounded by crystal snowflakes falling from high above. Occasionally one or two slips across the cheeks, and their body temperature melts them quietly, turning them into a hint of leisurely coolness.

When he stepped on the thin snow and looked back, Hogwarts Castle was wrapped in the sky as if it had been moved from a fairy tale. This exquisite picture reminded him of some childhood memories that had long since become obscure over time.

"Speaking of which, I have also had a time to yearn for this kind of magical world..." He smiled softly like self-deprecating, and said inwardly, "So, can I be considered "happy" now?"

When dreams suddenly become life, some people may be very happy. But unfortunately, at least, Maca probably does not belong to that category of people.

Shaking his head slightly, he turned around and stepped away, heading for Hagrid's hunting hut.

"Boom."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, awakening the dozing hound Yaya who had just eaten lunch. As soon as it heard it, it clipped its tail and shrank into the corner, and then began to bark loudly as always.

"Wow, wow...wow!"

"Shut up!"

Hagrid, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with a book, suddenly yelled, then stood up and walked to the door.

With the creak of opening the door, Maca who was waiting outside quickly walked in—Hagrid had been here for an unknown number of times, and he was familiar with it as if he had entered his own office.

"Oh, Maca, you just happened to be here, and I was having a headache for the task assigned to me by Professor McGonagall! Come here and help me get an idea..."

Just as Maca got past Hagrid's side, he was wrapped around his shoulders and forced him to sit on the only single sofa in the cabin.

After that, Hagrid opened the book in his hand again and spread it out in front of Maca.

"Look, I'm going to hide the tree guarding pot in the mistletoe circle. Those cute little guys may bring you a little surprise... Or, I'm still wondering if I can get some Moon monsters come, I think they can always please girls..."

Maca looked at the illustrations on the pages of the book, then nodded.

"Well, the moon monster is very good, the eyes are big and round, it will really give people a very cute impression... It should be good to dress them up."

"Oh, that's it, I'm relieved if you say that," Hager said happily, "Then, by the way, you can see if this works..."

As he talked, he flipped the book back, until he reached the back part.

"Venom sac leopards, look at their venom sacs. Does it look like a lot of white beards if you put white on them?"

As Hagrid was talking, he subconsciously touched his beard like an extra-large steel ball, then nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"Well, the more you think about it, the more interesting it becomes, isn't it? And the venomous leopard is very interesting..."

"No, no," Maca hurriedly shook his head, "Poison sac leopards are not good, they are too dangerous...Don't you worry that the students will be poisoned to death by then?"

The neck of the leopard has a retractable bag-like venom sac that resembles a toad chin, which expands and contracts with breathing. And if the Poison Sac Leopard had that idea, it would be almost like an invisible killing curse that can mix deadly powerful toxins in the exhaled air even after a breath.

However, Hagrid seemed somewhat reluctant.

"Well, we can actually let everyone wear gas masks..." He scratched his scalp, rather depressed, "You know, their addition will definitely make the atmosphere more active!"

But after murmuring a few words, out of trust in Maca, Hagrid put this bad idea aside.

"Okay! By the way, or you can help me see this..."

Seeing that he continued to turn the pages of the book while uttering this sentence, Maca hurriedly reached out and held the book. After all, there will be more dangerous magical creatures in the future, and Maca doesn't want to make trouble.

"Okay, okay--" he hurriedly said, "I'll help you think about it. Actually, I already have a good idea. I'll tell you when I stroke it again!"

After removing Hagrid’s hand from the book, Maca continued, “I think the two of you just now are good. Well, it’s not difficult to get the moon beast, it’s just a sufficient number of tree guards. It takes a lot of snacks...you should prepare these two first, don't be too anxious, it's still a long time!"

He instructed Hagrid to find time to contact the wizards who cultivated magical creatures, and then he got up again to leave.

"Are you leaving now? Don't stay here for a cup of tea?" Hagrid murmured and kept.

But Maca waved his hand immediately.

"No, I have to go to Slughorn... He has one last class this afternoon. I have to hurry up and finish talking with him before he goes to the classroom. As usual, after school, we can get together Go to the three broomsticks for a drink."

"Really? Oh—" Hagrid glanced at the iron frame of the fireplace, the tea was almost ready, "Okay, then we'll see you later."

Maca, who had already walked to the door, raised his hand and shook it without looking back, and then walked away quickly.

……

The potions class has always been popular at Hogwarts, even when Snape taught in the past.

Of course, the so-called "welcome" certainly does not mean to students, but to the parents behind those students.

And this is mostly because,. Certificate students, the actual income after graduation is usually higher than that of wizards who are good at other subjects.

No matter which world you are in, money always makes life better, doesn't it?

Perhaps it is this reality that reflects the importance of potions in the magic world. Hogwarts' potions class is not only a required course, but also has a large number of classes. After Slughorn took over the task of coaching this course, he took several hours of courses almost every day.

Just like this afternoon, he had already taught a class for the fourth graders of Slytherin and Gryffindor just now, but later he has to go to another class for the fifth graders until school is over. .

Maca calculated the time very accurately, and he happened to ran into Slughorn, who had just finished class, in the hall.

Seeing that the fat old man who had been in class for almost a whole day is still in good spirits, Maca also felt his heart-warming admiration.

Although this old man is often a little confused, he is indeed a very suitable guy for teaching and educating people.

"Professor McLean--"

"Professor, good afternoon!"

Because this is just the end of get out of class, there are quite a few students passing by in the hall, and they are all moving to the next classroom.

"Well, good afternoon."

Maca stood at the door, responding to the students passing by, and greeted Slughorn, who was on the opposite side of the crowd.

"Professor Slughorn, here!"

In this somewhat noisy hall, the fat old man seemed to hear someone calling himself from the noisy voices, and he immediately turned his fat-laden neck back and forth.

"Oh! McLean--"

When Slughorn saw Maca, the smile on his face increased. But seeing him look around, then shyly walked through the crowd and came to Maca's side.

"Do you also have classes in the afternoon? If we go along the way, we can walk for a while..."

"No, I have no class this afternoon." Maca shrugged and said, "You know, there are not many students taking the magic text class, it can't compare to you being so busy every day!"

Speaking this way, he extended his hand again and smiled and said:

"But it’s okay to walk together. I happen to be going upstairs... Well, Professor McGonagall actually asked me to ask~IndoMTL.com~How is your preparation? Is there anything I can help ?"

"There is nothing wrong with me, don't worry!" Slughorn smiled heartily, "I like this kind of lively activity the most, and I think I am very good at it!"

"Oh, that would be great." Maca nodded, "If possible, try to be as sophisticated as possible... I will invite some friends over to join me and introduce you to me later."

Expand your interpersonal circle-this is undoubtedly Slughorn's favorite thing to do. It can even be said that he has lived to know more people all his life.

When Maca talked about introducing new friends, the smile on the face of this slightly vain fat old man immediately became a bit more vigorous again, and his smile was a little bit from ear to ear.

The two of them walked forward while chatting, and went up the stairs to the second floor. Maca separated from Slughorn temporarily and turned to a classroom on this floor. .

Not long after, he stopped at the door of the classroom where some students were already sitting, and watched the little eagles and little badgers who were only in the second grade walking inside.

Maca knew that he had to wait here for a while before he could see the person he wanted to meet.

After a while, when there were no more students in the hallway, and when the class bell would ring soon after, a dark figure appeared quietly at the entrance of the stairs not far away.

"Professor Snape."

Seeing that the person she was waiting for finally appeared, Maca started to greet the past.

"Can I delay you a little bit? Professor McGonagall said..."

"No."

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