Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Genius remember the address of this site in one second: (Chinese Vertex), the fastest update! No ads! When Maca, Luna, and Hermione walked into the gate of Hogwarts with a large group of elves, the students had already begun Prepared for home.

It's a coincidence this year. After a day off, it's Christmas time again.

However, for the three-week Christmas holiday this year, Hermione's little wizard can not enjoy much free time. Leaving aside their training courses, Hogwarts' academic arrangements alone have to be considered.

Because when this holiday period is over, they must face up to the exam with a blood-to-teas battle.

"I have to take Luck and his people first to meet Professor McGonagall, and you should prepare as soon as possible! If something happens after the holiday, write to me ..." Marka looked at Hermione and Luna. "If you run into any difficulties, let me know with fake gold coins-Luna, too, remember?"

"Okay." Luna nodded sharply. "Merry Christmas."

Seeing that Marka was about to leave, Hermione called and stopped him.

"Hey!" She called softly, "Well ... I mean, Christmas ... where will you be?"

"Oh, yeah ... Christmas ..." Maca seemed to have begun to think about it, thinking about it a bit, "Probably going to Black's old house! There are still some homeless children there. , I think they should also have a relaxing and enjoyable Christmas. "

"Is that the children you brought back from the United States?" At first the children were first sent to Hogwarts, and Hermione glanced at it once. "What did they experience? Just what I saw that day. Say, it must be too bad ... "

"In short, there is an unfortunate past," Maca shrugged. "Some have connected their families through some relationships, and there should be few left in the old house now."

"Oh ..." Hermione said uneasily, "I think I should go and see them too ... by Christmas Eve, I too ..."

"No, I think you'd better stay at home and spend time with your parents." Maca immediately stopped, "Any family needs a child's company for Christmas, otherwise your parents will lose their decoration It makes sense for the Christmas tree. By the way, you'd better act as if you still believe that Santa is really like that ... I believe your parents will be happy. "

"Oh ... I haven't believed in Santa since I was six years old," Hermione shook her head helplessly. "That's all because my father slipped and fell on the snow that he had sprayed while forging Santa's footprints. His elbow ... "

She stopped talking and seemed not to want to recall that bad memory at that time.

"What's wrong with his elbow?" Luna asked aloud.

"Well ... you won't want to know ..." Hermione looked at Luna and Maca hesitantly, seeing that they were both curious, and could not help pouting, embarrassed. … My dad's elbows pressed against my stomach so hard that he almost squeezed my belly stake cake and Christmas pudding out of my throat! "

"Oh-" Maca and Luna stared at each other in horror.

"Enough!" Hermione blushed and stomped her feet. "But I think you're right--I should spend Christmas with my parents, and I miss them, and they definitely miss me more. "

"Yes, that's it!"

Macarro nodded slightly, and in the suspicious gaze of the little wizards passing by, greeted the elves to the principal's room.

"What's" Christmas "?" Asked Laoke, curiously. "It sounds funny!"

"It was a day with good food and fun, and reunited with friends and family." Maca said as he walked, "In short, there will be a lot of laughter that day! I think you will like……"

Not long after, when Maka led a group of shy little boys to the door of the principal's room, he found that the door had been opened.

"Domestic elf?" A voice came from inside, "You ... um ... where did you find these noisy ghosts?"

Upon entering the principal's room, Macadam even saw Snape's figure. The Mr. Big Bat was as usual, as if he was dissatisfied with everything, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Snape." Macka greeted casually. "They are not domestic elf, um ... at least, not the same."

"Well, just do it! You came just right ..." Snape shook his greasy hair. "During vacation, I will go to the United States with Tia for clues ... you know, then see you again. "

"Oh, isn't it?" Marka was talking, and Snape passed him beside him, waving his sleeves to drive the elf who was blocking the road, and went out.

He looked at the back of Snape's departure, thought about it, and shouted at the other side, "Remember to be careful over there, although the first trouble has been cleared, but it may not be completely safe there!"

Hearing this reminder, Snape turned around horribly, and saw him over the heads of the elves, staring at Maca for a moment.

"I see," he nodded, and said blankly, "but I think you should be more attentive than me."

Maca couldn't help but think Snape was right, because Snape had nothing to do with Voldemort and Greenward, but he was the number one enemy of those two.

After witnessing Snape's departure, Marka turned and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

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

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

And looking at their lively and free-looking gestures, and the nonchalant moments at that moment, McGonagall already felt that they were significantly different from domestic elves.

"They ... are domestic elf?" Professor McGonagall hesitated. "They look alike, but ..."

"Well ... they should be another descendant of the ancestors of the house-elves," Makar explained, "you can understand-they have not experienced the defeat and surrender in the first place, what is ... how? What about? A 'free elf' tribe? "

"'Freedom'?" Old Lak crowded beside Maca. "This word sounds good, Old Lak likes it ..."

"What is he talking about?" Professor McGonagall wondered.

"He said he likes 'freedom,'" Maca translated a little, and then continued, "his name is 'Luck', the oldest of these elves-maybe teach you not to understand their language , But they can roughly understand what you're talking about. "

"Hey, young wizard," Old Luck said, dragging Maca's robes down. "The elf needs to work! The elf needs to complete Ferry's mission! What should I do?"

"Of course, don't worry." Maca looked at him. "I'll tell you the clues I got in a while, and you won't be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you to live, Isn't it? "

He appeased the old Luck, and then said to Professor McGonagall: "There are still a lot of places to live in the castle, but I want to let them meet with the house elf in the kitchen or something ... Professor, do you think how about it?"

As Maca said, Hogwarts Castle is quite large, and since its inception, it has never been able to make full use of this ample space.

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

"Take them to the kitchen? I think the scene must be particularly chaotic," Professor McGonagall thought, and nodded his head. "But if you go with them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ then it should be nothing big Problem. "

"Thank you, Professor." Marka nodded to McGonagall. "I think Hermione will be very pleased with your permission!"

That being said, Maca did not intend to call Hermione together. After a while they should leave school and go home, and now call her over, then she will have no time to organize her luggage.

Before long, Maca led the elves through the spiral staircase again and again, all the way to the underground corridor of Hogwarts Castle, and stopped in front of a fruit still life.

In the elf's curious eyes, Maca reached out and scratched the pear in the painting.

Suddenly, the original immobile pear suddenly twisted and giggled. This movement caused the other fruits in the fruit plate to roll a little, and an apple fell from the edge of the plate to the table and uttered "Ouch".

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

In the past, when he was at Hogwarts, as a Hedgehog, he often came to the kitchen late at night to visit. Come now, that is naturally quite familiar.

Not much to say, Maca reached out and twisted the handle, pulling the frame open.

"The kitchen is inside, and some of your kins live here ..." He turned his head and said to the old Luck, "But do you remember what I said to you? Although you don't seem to care, but I I think it ’s better to remind me— ”

"What you will see next is what your compatriots outside the island look like now-in fact, living here is pretty good, and it may be worse than this elsewhere." Mobile users please browse Reading, a better reading experience.