Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

躺在 Harry was lying straight on the bed, his eyes widened and he wheezed and gasped, as if he had run a full marathon.

Just now, he woke up from a very realistic dream, his hands pressed tightly on his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-like scar was hot and painful, as if someone was pressing his forehead with a burning hot iron.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbled in the dark to get the glasses on the nightstand. He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom gradually became clear. The street lights outside the window passed through the curtains, which gave the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry stroked the scar with his fingers again, and it still hurt a lot.

打开 He turned on the lamp next to him, turned over to get out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror inside the cabinet door.

In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was also looking at him. Under the matted black hair were a pair of green, confused eyes. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and saw nothing unusual, but it still painfully hurt.

Harry tried hard to recall the scene of his dream.

He usually dreams every day, but he is not as realistic as tonight ... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and remembered ...

A dim room appeared in front of his eyes ... the fire in the fireplace was not so bright ... a man with black mist all over his body ... and a young, gentle, calm voice ... he always felt Where have you heard it before.

…… "... Tom Riddle?"

Harry suddenly thought of the thrilling experience in Slytherin's backroom when he was in second grade.

"Don't say ... it's Voldemort!"

When I thought of this guy, I felt like a piece of ice slipped into my stomach ...

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember what Voldemort looked like, but he couldn't do it ... Harry only saw a back sitting on the sofa, and he was exuding a strange strangeness.

In the dream, he only felt an inexplicable fear, and then suddenly woke up ... maybe, it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

And who is the old man at the door?

At that time, the dark-eyed guy opened the door—there must be an old man there, and Harry saw him fall to the ground ...

Alas, it's getting messy.

Harry buried his face in his hands to keep himself from seeing the bedroom scene, and desperately immersed himself in that dimly lit room.

However, it was like trying to hold the water with both hands. The harder he tried to catch those details, the more quickly they slipped away from his fingers ... Voldemort and the weird talked about Worm Tail just now, Seems to have talked about ... Maca!

"Maca?" Harry was startled by what he remembered. "What happened to Maca? Why did he mention him ... and where is Voldemort?"

He lifted his face from his hands suddenly, opened his eyes, and stared hard around the bedroom, as if he thought he would see something unusual.

The room seemed a little messy as always.

There was a large wooden box at the foot of his bed, open, exposing the crucible, flying broom, black robe, and various spell books, which Harry had read before going to bed last night. The pictures in this book are constantly moving. The young man in a bright orange-red robe rides on a flying broomstick, flies around, and throws a red ball at each other.

He didn't go to see the things that were familiar to him, but walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street below.

"Is there such an old, shabby house in this street?"

It seems that Privet Drive is exactly what a respectable suburban street should look like in the early hours of Sunday morning. The curtains on both sides of the street were tightly drawn. Harry looked in the darkness, and couldn't see a living creature, not even the shadow of a kitten.

But ... but ...

回到 Harry restlessly returned to the bed, sat down, and stretched out a finger to caress his scar. It wasn't the pain of the scar that bothered him, and Harry was accustomed to pain and injuries.

He was just worried. What kind of relationship does this pain have with Voldemort?

…… "Scar ... Voldemort ... Maca ..." Harry suddenly widened his eyes and looked down at the bottom of the wooden box. "Maca?"

Suddenly he remembered what Maca had said to him, and then, again, Professor Trelawney's prophecy about Voldemort's return.

记得 He remembered that Maca repeatedly asked him to go as soon as possible ...

Thinking of it, Harry immediately jumped from the edge of the bed, walked quickly to the big wooden box where he put things, and quickly rummaged ...

"Notes ... notes ... have!"

Looking at this thick handbook, Harry couldn't help recalling the Christmas that year when he first entered Hogwarts. At that Christmas dinner, Maca sent a large number of owls to many people for a variety of Christmas gifts.

And what Harry got was the note on the cover now holding "Brain Closure".

"But, most of them here are talking about all kinds of cursing principles ..." Harry said bitterly, "It's like having a magic history lesson in the cursing school ..."

He looked helplessly in his bedroom again, his eyes fell on three birthday cards-the three best friends he sent to him last year.

Speaking of them, this year's birthday is coming again.

"If I write to them and say to them that the scars hurt, what would they say?"

立刻 He was immediately filled with Hermione's whimpering, fussing voice ...

"Your scars hurt? Harry, that's not an ordinary thing ... write a letter to Dumbledore! I'll check" Common Magic Pain "... Well, maybe we should also ask Maca ... ... "

Yeah, Hermione would definitely suggest this: Go to Hogwarts' principal and find the answer in a book at the same time. If that doesn't work, she'll think about whether or not to make Maca a bit more trouble.

Harry sighed and stared at the deep blue night sky outside the window.

Maca is a very predictable person and has always been reliable. Although he always looks busy, as Hagrid said, he always brings warmth to everyone in many details.

In fact, a few of them are always under the care of Maca. For example, he seems to have thought of a situation that he did not even think of himself.

想 Harry thought about it, and finally turned over his notes and read it stubbornly.

Uh ...

Then, just as Harry forced himself to learn, Hogwarts looked indifferent. The school suddenly became empty during the holidays. And at dawn, it was a dead silence.

Suddenly, a small figure came out of the castle and walked slowly towards the greenhouse.

With a click, the door of the seventh greenhouse was opened. The figure walked into the greenhouse without hesitation, and came to an area covered with black cloth.

The black cloth was quietly opened a corner, and the figure walked in calmly.

He seemed to think that the extra-large pointed cap on his head was a little embarrassing. It was gently taken off by its owner and placed on a small shelf aside.

Suddenly, a dazzling long white hair suddenly fell down, and the hair was very long, spreading all the way to the legs.

She shook her head casually, then reached out and pinched her hair behind her ears. Immediately, a delicate and lovely face that was not often seen appeared quietly.

This is Willie Blois, a special hidden presence in the French Blois family.

Tong Weili calmly stared at the buds in front of her, surprisingly, she seemed to be unaffected by this special magic plant called "mystery crystal".

伸出 She stretched out a delicate little hand and stroked the buds; then, she took a thick note from the bag behind her.

Here is a medicinal memoir given to her by Maca, which records many research records and conjectures about "mystery crystal" written down before Maca was taken away.

Tong Weili pulled out her wand, and cast a wand glowing spell, and read it carefully.

Time passed by a little bit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The darkness before dawn soon faded, and the sun emerged from Dongshan. But because it was surrounded by black cloth, the light did not penetrate much.

But at this moment, Velly suddenly raised her head and looked at the buds, as if waiting for something.

Slowly, those buds gradually shone with a little bit of crystals, and gradually became brighter with the rising sun outside.

After a short while, the buds slowly opened.

As the petals of one of the "mysterious crystals" unfolded, one after another, all buds stretched out, and those star-like crystal colors made the entire surrounding space as beautiful as fairyland.

And the effect of this flower on living things also reached its peak with flowering.

But somehow, Velly was still unaffected. She just watched the beautiful and dangerous flowers quietly, and sometimes recorded something with her pen.

At this time, the flowers began to crystallize from the stamens, and in a moment, they spread to the entire plant.

I can say that until this moment, they have truly become a rare "mysterious flower" in ancient times. Willie took one of them lightly, and actually made a crackling sound like a glass break.

"... when someone else is fascinated by you, what are you thinking ..." Willie said intermittently the most complete sentence to date.

Her eyes looked confused, but in a moment, she gradually returned to the calm of the past.

"Marca said, you are very dangerous ..." Willie looked down at the notes Marca gave her, and asked herself, "... What about me?"

She placed the flower like a crystal on the page, and she was as fascinated as usual.