Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The sunshine on September 1st was exceptionally bright, and it seemed that even God was congratulating all the freshmen on their admission.

The sky above London is transparent, with a few faint clouds hanging on the wall of the blue sky. The refreshing breeze blows over everyone's ears, like whispering softly, making people intoxicated.

Maca bought a new suitcase in Diagon Alley. This suitcase was bought second-hand in a scrap store. The non-marking stretching charm inside it was a bit damaged, and the space became much smaller, but fortunately the Ministry of Magic's permission sticker Also sticks securely to the flap on the inside.

Maca tried her best to belittle the box and slashed the price several times, and finally endured the pain and bought it. At the moment, he is walking easily on the aisle of the platform at King's Cross Station, enjoying the happy mood bought with Galleons—the only luggage is an owl and a light suitcase. How wonderful.

After a while, he came between platforms 9 and 10, but he hesitated staring at the thick support pillar.

Oh? Maca stretched out his hand, and sure enough, he passed through the pillar wall made of stone bricks, showing a surprised expression.

The first time is always a bit unaccustomed. Although I don't feel pain, I still feel a little nervous. With one small step forward, he found himself already across there, to the real Hogwarts Express platform.

Smoke from steam locomotives hovered over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors flitted around under their feet. Amidst the buzzing of the crowd and the noise of dragging heavy luggage, owls also hooted piercingly, answering each other.

The owl standing on Maca's left shoulder looked bigger than the others, and it was very quiet, not at all like those little guys who were constantly cooing. It blinked its big bright eyes and looked at the crowd in the aisle ahead, unmoved at all.

Yes, after getting along with him for this period of time, Maca found that his pure black owl didn't seem to like to stay in the cage. It hasn't been back since he let it out.

Mafa, let's go! Maca gave it a rather prestigious name - Malfurion, of course, referred to as Mafa.

Coo. Mafa softly called out in agreement.

There were already quite a few people in the carriage, and Maca passed through several carriages, but he didn't see anyone he knew, so he randomly chose a compartment with fewer people and walked in.

Oh, good morning! Maca stood at the door and nodded towards the people inside, Do you mind if I sit here?

Of course, please come in! A black-haired boy replied immediately.

This boy looked a little reserved, and he didn't seem to be very good at communicating with people. After he answered a sentence, he shrank back in his seat and didn't speak.

Do you mind introducing yourself? Maca saw that the atmosphere in the cubicle was a bit cold, so he had to raise a topic first, My name is Maca, Maca McClain, how about you?

...Anthony Goldstein. The dark-haired boy muttered, looking more nervous.

It seems that he is really not very good at chatting. Maca nodded, and did not communicate further with the other party. He still has a lot to do! For example, endorsement, endorsement and endorsement.

Taking out a copy of Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms from the suitcase, Maca read it carefully - this thing is really a bit thick, and there are quite a variety of plants in it, he has only memorized it until now It's been down for a while.

After a while, two more people entered the compartment one after another. It seems that because of the increase in the number of people, the black-haired Anthony has always been in an unnatural state from the very beginning. He kept forcing himself to look out the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Hi everyone! My name is Ernie McMillan, nice to meet you. The blond boy who just came in looked very sunny,

He looked at Maca sitting across from him, and greeted him loudly.

Maca nodded to him, introduced himself with a smile, then turned to look at the last girl who came in.

Well, that... The girl was stroking her long brown hair vigorously, as if she wanted to make them more docile. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her naturally curly hair.

Lisa, Lisa Dupin... oh! She was talking, when she suddenly cried out in pain, probably because she pulled too hard and tore out a few hairs.

Hey, Maca! Let me say, what book are you reading? Ernie was short and fat, but his clothes were gorgeous and bright, and he seemed to be from a good family.

It's just that Maca didn't find the arrogance that those noble children often have in him, and he seems to be a friend worth making.

Oh, I'm reading a textbook! Maca stood up the book and showed Ernie the cover.

Oh! I have this book at home too, but I never thought to read it. It's too thick, and the title probably looks boring. Ernie scratched his head, making the original neat The blond hair got messy.

Lisa, who was sitting next to Maca, frowned at Ernie's hair, but didn't say anything, but turned her head to look at Maca.

Maca has always felt that maintaining a tidy appearance is a necessary job, which can make others feel good about her. After all, most people still like to dress neatly and have a clean appearance, although Maca personally thinks that as long as it is comfortable, it will be fine.

Lisa secretly looked at Maca, then nodded with satisfaction.

Apparently, this cute-looking girl has high requirements not only for her own appearance, but also for others.

After that, except for the fact that Anthony basically didn't speak much, the other three had some preliminary exchanges and agreed to have more exchanges in school. Of course, Lisa obviously prefers to talk to Maca, although Ernie, who is a bit rough, doesn't realize this.

As for the harvest along the way, apart from memorizing dozens of herbs, the rest is probably a hasty meeting with Miss Hermione Granger!

However, her haughty attitude, super-fast speech speed, and fiery code of conduct really made Maca a little overwhelmed. After a few perfunctory words, Hermione left in a hurry.

By the way, she was helping Neville find a toad—or so, in fact, Maca barely heard it clearly, and at that time his attention was all spent on memorizing the names of the herbs!

The Hogwarts Express train traveled all day long, and when the speed gradually slowed down, it was already dark.

The terminus of the train is set across the lake outside the back door of Hogwarts, and the freshmen have to take a four-person boat to Hogwarts, which can be regarded as one of the traditions of Hogwarts. Of course, in the future if you think you're getting seasick, maybe you can walk around the lake to the front door, although that does sound a little silly.

Heads down! shouted Hagrid, who was alone in one of the boats, as the first boats approached the cliff.

All bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the curtain of ivy that covered the face of the cliff to the secret open entrance. They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go beneath the castle, and at last they came to what looked like an underground pier, and then climbed up a patch of gravel and small pebbles.

By the light of Hagrid's lantern, the freshmen climbed a tunnel in the rock until at last they reached a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

They climbed a flight of stone steps and gathered in front of a huge oaken door.

Is it all here? Hagrid raised his huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door suddenly opened, and a tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the door. She has a stern look and clearly seems like a character that is not easy to fool.

First year, Professor McGonagall, said Hagrid.

Thank you, Hagrid, I'll pick you up when you get here.

After all, it is Hogwarts Castle, even the hall at the back door is scary. There was a row of flaming torches on the stone wall, the ceiling was so high that it was almost invisible, and a magnificent marble staircase led to the upper floor in front of it.

There were faint and noisy voices from the door on the right, and the other senior students of Hogwarts must have arrived first. But Professor McGonagall did not take them directly inside, but led everyone to an empty room across the hall.

This empty room doesn't have much space, and the freshmen are crowded shoulder to shoulder, and most of them are nervously observing everything around them carefully.

Maca was no exception, carrying a suitcase, he was once pushed into a corner by the crowd, and even the owl Mafa stood on top of him helplessly.

Welcome to Hogwarts, said Professor McGonagall. The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the dining hall, you must first confirm which college you have entered. Classification is a It's an important ceremony, because the college is like your home at Hogwarts while you're at school...

Maca was squeezed in the back, and she was not interested in listening to Professor McGonagall's speech carefully, but just quietly waiting for everything to start.

...I'll pick you up when it's ready over there. Professor McGonagall said, Please keep quiet while waiting.

As soon as Professor McGonagall's words fell, Maca suddenly heard a grunt.

Laifu! A boy shouted from the front, and Maca shook his head dumbfounded.

Please keep quiet!

Professor McGonagall repeated it in a stiff tone, and then left the room. Maca immediately heard the laughter of several people in front of him.

Oh—! Suddenly, there were screams from several people in front.

What's the matter? Maca complained in a low voice, standing on tiptoe and looking forward, Hey, that's—