Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "... that black eagle is so beautiful!"

Harry was taken aback by the sudden sound. He turned around in surprise, only to find a chubby little old man standing behind him.

That was obviously Horace Slughorn who moved into Hogwarts Castle in advance because of Maca's invitation.

"Hello, how are you?" Harry said subconsciously. "Excuse me--"

He hadn't finished speaking, but his eyes crossed the fat old man's shoulders again, and stopped at the door that was opened again. There, Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw College entered the shack with a parcel.

"Ah, Miss Zhang?" Harry ignored the fat old man Slughorn at once, "that ... uh ... good morning!"

"Oh-you must be Harry Potter! Yes, absolutely nothing can be wrong!" Slughorn must be as thick as Hogwarts's outer wall, and ignored Harry's disregard. , Even stretched out his hand and pinched his shoulder, "It's so much like you, you look exactly like your father--"

"Ah?" Harry froze and saw Slughorn's slightly bloated head taking his gaze seriously, so he had to put his gaze back on the other person's face, "Uh? You know me ... "

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn said happily, still not aware of Harry's careful thought, "just the eyes don't look like, yes-your eyes-"

"Like my mother, I know." Harry reluctantly said, "Many people have said this, and I must have heard it more than ten times."

Behind Slughorn, Qiu Zheng glanced sideways. But probably because Slughorn was too tough, which made her feel that it was better not to say hello to Harry at this time, so as not to get caught up in it.

"So ... sir, do you know my parents?" Harry was a little bit immobilized by Slughorn, and had no choice but to ask.

"Oh-yeah! Both James Potter and Lily Evans are students I taught. But ... well, as a teacher, it doesn't make sense to favor a student ... "Slughorn said with some memory," but I just love your mother. "

"Miss Evans, she must be the smartest of the students I have taught. Kind, lively, and cute, she is a good girl who fascinates other boys."

"... In fact, I often tell her that she deserves to belong to my college. But every time she gave me an unfriendly answer--" Slughorn shook his head and said, "Well, it's a pity . "

"You were a professor at Hogwarts?" Harry said in surprise. "Which college are you in?"

"Slytherin," Slughorn said proudly, "I was the dean of Slytherin College at the time."

"Oh, are you?" Harry's interest diminished immediately.

"Hey, come on!" As soon as Slughorn saw the expression on Harry's face, he shook his stubby forefinger. "You must be a Gryffindor like her, right? I know Gryffindor and Slytherin have not been very good at dealing with each other, but you better not be prejudiced against Slytherin because of this. No matter which college is not in Hogwarts yet? "

"Yeah, that's right," Harry echoed indignantly,

"Ahhhh!" Slughorn was obviously reluctant to give up. "Look! That ... um, that McLean, I remember he was originally classified into Hitchpatch? But he and you are now Dean Slytherin has a good relationship-"

"What happened then?" Harry asked back.

"Huh?" Slughorn inexplicably revealed a surprise, "I thought your students in this class should admire that McLean-he did this, shouldn't you be an example?"

"That's completely different from what you said!" Harry emphasized. "Maca never let us blindly follow in his footsteps. On the contrary, he often let us try to think about ourselves!"

Although they often get confused because of it-Harry certainly doesn't mention this, because he understands that it is all his own lack of ability.

"Ha, is that so?" Slughorn blinked, his face faintly awkward, but he was soon swallowed up by his cheek.

In fact, he met Harry this time in the owl shack, though it was indeed a coincidence. But in terms of his personality and habits, in fact, he had been following Harry for the first time.

To put it bluntly, Slughorn is an excellent talent collection controller. A student like Harry, who bears the title of savior, can never tolerate what he missed.

For Maca, he already knew clearly that he could not collect such an unprecedented super genius. But for Harry, he wanted to be part of his talent club when he got the chance.

However, this accidental first face-to-face encounter seemed to end with a bad ending.

Immediately after Harry had said that, he immediately left a line saying "I still have something to do" and bypassed Slughorn and left the Owl Shed.

In addition to how much he didn't like the fat old man, there was another reason, that is, Qiu Zhang had already left after sending the letter.

"Oh-, sorry!" Harry hurried a few steps and caught up with the other side. "I'm so sorry just now, I blame the strange old man, so I couldn't say hello to you!"

"Oh, good morning!" Qiu nodded politely on the spiral staircase. "It doesn't matter, I should say sorry, that gentleman can scare me ... but who is he?"

"... Listen to him, um ... it seems to be a former professor." Harry suddenly felt that today's lips were a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, right?" Qiu blinked and said, "Seriously, I didn't expect someone to be in the shed so early ... If it hadn't been for the moment that I suddenly remembered that today is my mother's birthday, I wouldn't have been in the morning Just come over. "

"Um ... ah ..."

Harry responded with a humming noise, his head cluttered.

Qiu Zhang is an Asian girl with long black hair. Her gentleness and beauty are obvious to all. It is such a beautiful girl who is tender and tender, but very active in the Quidditch arena. She is quite popular among all grades in Hogwarts.

To put it bluntly, Harry really wanted to use some more funny words to create some nice atmosphere to wash away the discomfort obtained from Slughorn.

But he found out that he had all the big face of the fat old man in his mind.

"I mean ... well ... weather," Harry suddenly extended his finger, pointing out the window near the stairs. "What a nice day today?"

God! What the **** is he talking about here? While embarrassed by his words, Harry felt his internal organs tumbling up.

"Yes, good weather." Qiu yawned, covering her mouth, a little lazy and authentic, "Just fit for Quidditch training ... But seriously, it was a miserable experience by McLean last night. Today is all I can't help it! "

"Ok……"

Harry nodded subconsciously, but Qiu felt as if he had thought of something and immediately fell asleep. She glanced at Harry a little flusteredly, only to find that the other party didn't seem to notice the ambiguity in her words, and she was relieved.

Why don't you say that girls usually mature earlier than boys? This was especially noticeable on Harry.

"By the way, will your Gryffindor team change this year? I heard from a friend yesterday that someone suggested that you be elected as the captain!" In order to open the topic, Qiu randomly picked up an interesting thing and tried to cover up.

"How could that be?" Harry said unawarely, and still a little murmured, "Captain Quidditch ... um ... not always a sixth or seventh grader?"

"Ha, I mean ..." Qiu casually said, "Actually I don't think it's too much to make you a captain, you're flying great."

"She said I was great!"

There was only such a word in Harry's confused head, and then he inadvertently glanced at Qiu's face, but suddenly found the unclear blush on the girls' cheeks.

"Oh!" Harry blinked, panicking, "Does she ... like me?"

Because of this unintentional coincidence, and the polite words spoken by a girl to conceal her embarrassment, a tender flower called "illusion" bloomed on the tender flower vine of Harry in love.

When the two men thoughtfully reached the corridor leading to the west of the main fort, Qiu immediately said something, leaving Harry with a trembling heart on the corner of the corridor.

"I'm going this way ... well, goodbye, Harry."

"Ah, oh ... good, good, goodbye."

Harry continued to walk forward ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but his heart was full of his separation from Qiu, and the other side smiled at him with a smile.

"No no no ..." Harry shook his head hard. "As I thought before, this is not the time to talk about what you like or dislike! Even if Qiu likes me ... Qiu likes me ..."

He mumbled less firmly, and finally tilted his head and murmured, "Even ... like me? One of the girls most welcomed by boys actually likes me in the heart? Merlin's ... what? ... "

"Not right?" Harry stared suddenly and said to himself, "She's not with Cedric—"

"What happened to Cedric?"

Suddenly, he was awakened by a familiar voice. After returning to God, he finally found that he had come to the auditorium unknowingly.

In front of him, Ron, holding a grilled sausage in his hand, looked at him cheerfully, with a greasy luster on his lips.

"What are you thinking?" Ron asked bulgingly.