Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Hogwarts Great Hall at this moment is extraordinarily beautiful and magnificent because of the large number of Christmas decorations.

Hanging streamers of holly and mistletoe hung on the walls, and there were a dozen towering Christmas trees all over the room, some with little sparkling icicles and others with hundreds of twinkling icicles. Candle.

Seeing Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick decorate this place so beautifully with magic, Maca couldn't help but want to do some small experiments here.

He found a small white bottle from the inside of his robe, and carefully dripped a few drops of the chilly liquid on a stand under a Christmas tree.

What did you pour down there?

Professor McGonagall walked over in a hurry, but he didn't get angry immediately. It seems that Maca's strategy of impressing her last time really worked.

Oh, professor, you'll find out after a while. Maca said with a smile.

As soon as Maca finished speaking, the effect of those few drops of liquid had already appeared. I saw a hazy white cold mist rising from under the Christmas tree. It didn't sink like other cold airs, but lingered around the Christmas tree and drifted upwards towards the enchanted ceiling.

In the white mist, there are faintly dots of crystal light looming, giving this Christmas tree a very unique aesthetic feeling.

This is a semi-finished product that I tossed out when I was researching potions. It looks beautiful, but it's a bit cold. Maca looked at his masterpiece and felt quite satisfied.

Yes, this looks really good! Professor McGonagall said with a rare smile. Put a few drops on the other trees too! I think Albus would like this... I mean, Dumbledore Professor Lido.

Not far away, Hermione looked at the Christmas tree shrouded in white mist, with sparkling brilliance in her eyes.

Pretty, isn't it? Hermione said to Harry.

Yeah! That would be awesome! Harry seemed to like it too.

I like Professor Flitwick's golden bubbles better, they look golden. Ron saw Professor Flitwick spraying golden bubbles from his wand and hanging them On the branch of the newly moved tree.

Hagrid next to him was also looking at various decorations, but suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and asked the three of them, How many days are left for the holiday?

It's only been one day! said Hermione. Oh, that reminds me - Harry, Ron, we don't have dinner until half an hour, and we should go to the library.

Oh, yes, you're right, said Ron, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

The library? said Hagrid, following them out of the hall. Reading books when you're on holiday? Isn't it too hard?

Oh, we're not studying, Harry told him cheerfully. We've been trying to figure out who Nico Flamel is since you mentioned him.

What! Hagrid looked terrified. Listen to me—I told you, stop now! What the big dog is guarding has nothing to do with you.

We just want to know who Nico Flamel is, nothing else, said Hermione.

Would you like to tell us so that we don't have to go to such trouble? Harry continued, We've flipped through at least a hundred books these days, but we haven't even found him - just give us a hint! I know I've seen his name somewhere.

I won't say anything, said Hagrid dryly.

Well, why don't you ask Maca, Hermione? Ron said to Hermione.

I can't say it all, Maca is very busy recently, I don't want to disturb him. It seems that this is not the first time Ron has proposed to ask Maca, but Hermione seems to have never agreed.

Isn't he idle right now! Look, he's still there helping the professors decorate the auditorium! Ron looked at Maca not far from them,

said in wonder.

Hagrid stood by with an angry face, watching the three children discuss this matter in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

I said no! Hermione couldn't help shouting at Ron.

Her voice was obviously a bit loud, Maca turned her head and looked suspiciously, and after talking to Professor McGonagall, she walked this way.

What happened, Hermione? Why are you so angry again? he asked curiously.

No, nothing— Marca, who is Nicole Flamel? Don't ask!

After answering three times in a row, Maca looked back and forth at Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid in surprise, and then smiled and said, Hi—two to one, then I won't talk about it.

Uh, do you really know who Nico Flamel is? Hermione asked subconsciously when Maca seemed to know.

Do you want to know? If you want to know, I will tell you. Maca thought to herself—you will know sooner or later.

No, no need. Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Unlike Harry's worries, Hermione really just wanted to know who Nico Flamel was. After seeing that Maca's progress has far surpassed her, she only wants to catch up with him by her own efforts, even if it is only in such a small matter.

Although she was a little curious about what important things were hidden behind the three-headed dog Lu Wei, for Hermione, how to acquire knowledge through her own efforts was the only thing she valued at the moment.

Then we have to find it ourselves. Seeing that Maca didn't answer, Ron couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

He felt that Maca had always been his good friend, just like Harry - even earlier than he had known Harry. But now, he refused to tell himself a small answer, he clearly knew who Nicole Flamel was!

Of course, Ron was just a little unhappy, friends were still friends after all, and Maca would always show him his homework when he needed it.

Then... I'm going to the library. Hermione saw that Ron was pulling Harry to the door, and was looking at her now!

It's okay, let's go! Maca smiled. He didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's childishness. Anyway, in two days, he would come to him again and ask him to borrow a history of magic paper.

He waved at Hermione, but his mind was elsewhere.

Yes, Nico Flamel. Maca had searched all the relevant information about this great alchemist after meeting the three-headed dog Lu Wei that night. But what made him hesitate was that he wasn't sure whether he should ask Dumbledore to introduce this legendary figure for him.

You know, in a short while, the only Philosopher's Stone that can give people eternal life will be destroyed.

However, let's not mention whether Dumbledore will agree to his request. The point is, even if he succeeds in meeting Nicole Flamel, what should he do next?

Do you want to tell Flamel-oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes, you know, those about the Philosopher's Stone, anyway, you won't need them in the future!

In fact, Maca felt that even if he put it in front of him, he couldn't understand it at all. What is alchemy? He had no idea.

After thinking about it, he finally gave up - Dumbledore didn't plan to use the Philosopher's Stone to renew his life, obviously there must be some reason for this, he and Flamel are good friends who have known each other for a long time.

After negating this tempting plan again, Maca simply left here and went to the Room of Requirement. He wanted to make some preparations for this year's Christmas.

...

The much-anticipated Christmas holiday is finally here, and many students have chosen to go home for Christmas, and some have even planned a short-term Christmas family travel party at home. For wizards, traveling is as easy and convenient as going to work every day, and the nearly three weeks of Christmas holidays are almost endless!

On the way to the Hogwarts Express, everyone laughed and discussed, and it seemed that everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.

Maca still carried his light suitcase, let Marfa the owl stand on his shoulders, and sneaked away from the platform of the Hogwarts Express—he was going to Hogsmeade first, and put the Send the medicine that was recently prepared in person, and by the way, calculate the income so far.

The popularity of Xianyin potion is very good, every batch of potion will be sold out in a very short time. While this is welcome, the serious shortage of production has gradually become apparent.

In fact, there is no way to do this. The profits of simple potions are usually very transparent. In the magic world with weak human resources, those who earn more are always high-quality goods.

Those potion chain stores that rely on small profits but high sales to make money are all supported by house elves!

When Maca talked about this with his partner Mr. Tyrande, the other party clearly told him the news.

Behind those chain stores, there is usually one, or even several pure-blood wizard families, and those are the industries of the powerful.

Okay, my dear Mr. Tyrande, once again wish us a prosperous business! Maca said with a smile, I should go—do you mind if I use your fireplace?

Oh - of course not, ahem... I don't mind, please use it as you like. Tyrande seemed to have a smile on his bandage-wrapped face.

God knows whether he smiled or not, it can only be guessed, because he can't see it anyway.

The Lovegood House Boom!

Oh—cough cough cough—May, Merlin! Tyrande was startled by the green flames rising high in the fireplace, How did he do it? Cough cough——

He wasn't the first person to be startled by the visions Maca had when he used Floo powder, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. The poor guy, he has developed a greater sense of awe for the mysterious Maca.

...cough cough, shouldn't it be, cough cough cough...should find a chance to return the first 50, cough cough... 50 gold galleons to him? Tyrande looked at in a daze The empty fireplace, coughing worse.