Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! In this world where magic and science coexist, there is no shortage of geniuses on either side. When Maca found that the tossing out of the explosion just now was a little girl who had not yet reached school age, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Perhaps from the point of view of others, his Maca McLean is undoubtedly also a young genius. Nowadays his achievements in magic can be said that most people can't reach it in their lifetime.

But the so-called family member knows his own family affairs, and he really knows where he comes from. Without the scroll of truth left by Royna Ravenclaw, I'm afraid he's just a good student who is good at potions. Maybe he knows more about hard work than his peers, but he certainly cannot be called a genius.

On the path he has taken, the importance of opportunity is self-evident.

But Maca knew that some people were born with advantages that others could not deny. The little girl who wrote the letter was probably just this kind of person.

He thought about it, glanced at the fat man next to him, and suddenly came up with a not so kind idea.

"Master Hohenheim," Marka's smile appeared on his face, which made him look kinder. "Have you been to Hogwarts?"

"what?"

The fat master heard this, and he didn't know why Maca suddenly drew the topic to it. But because Maca asked, he had a good opinion of this big boy who could not be too young, so he answered quickly.

"No, never been ..."

"In fact, Hogwarts is still very good. If you are interested, I can take you back to play." Maca offered to invite, "the scenery there is very good, the students and professors are very hospitable, I believe you can there……"

Before he could finish his words, the wizards across the table who were embarrassed by the explosion were unwilling, and the injured one called out for an explanation from the fat man.

Maca was interrupted by the guy and wanted to say something, so he gave the other person a little dissatisfied glance, and then he waved easily. Suddenly, the pieces of the table top that were smashed, as well as the cutlery that broke up, soared into the air, pieced together in an orderly order.

Immediately after, he took out another potion bottle and threw it at the man's hand. The bottle crossed an arc and landed firmly on his hand.

"Take a sip and it will be all right soon."

In the eyes of the people around, this series of movements of Maca seems to be flowing and flowing without any delay. It is said to be a silent curse, but it is more like a spell that is not even needed.

"What potion is this?" The guy asked subconsciously.

Maca glanced at him again, then waved, and the bottle of potion quickly jumped back to his palm. When he slid his hand to his waist, he disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"It seems you don't need it."

As he said, he turned his head and put his gaze back on the fat man again, leaving only the face of the other guy with a stunned look.

It can be seen that when Maca unexpectedly withdrew the potion, the wizard soon became somewhat annoyed. But the other party obviously also knew the story about Maca and Hogwarts not long ago. Under the reputation of annihilating the two generations of the Dark Lord, he didn't want to offend the young power.

What's more, even in Booth Barton, Maca's strength has shown some. The wise man understands that even if the rumor may be exaggerated, the name of this boy will never be false.

No one who can represent one side of the power can be a fool. These people know very well what circumstances need to keep a low profile. So, the guy quickly suppressed his anger, stood up decisively and left.

The fat Master Hohenheim aside seemed very excited about it. For Maca's strength, he can be said to know it, but it can also be said that he does not know it very well. But the most important thing for this fat man was what he saw before him.

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously, "there is a long syllable in the middle of the spell's spell. How could it be so fast? And even without a wand, it can repair a lot of things so accurately thing……"

"Oh, it's not too difficult," Maca thought, and immediately answered, "You wait ... if you're interested, I can show you mine ..."

He turned around in the pocket around his waist in a pretended manner, and then looked up, pretending to be sorry: "I seem to have left my notes in the office ... Ah, yes! We were not talking about Huo just now. What about Gvoz? If you like, wait for it to come to an end, and you can sit with me. "

"Office?" As soon as the fat man heard it, he immediately became more curious. "Do you have your own office?"

"Yeah!" Maca shrugged. "I am currently a professor at Hogwarts, teaching students to learn about ancient magic ..."

He talked along this topic, and from time to time praised some details of Hogwarts, without concealing his good feelings for his school. Especially after discovering that this fat man is particularly interested in those thrilling things, he even picked out some stories about fighting with Voldemort and Greenward.

There is nothing more convincing than telling the story by the parties. It didn't take long for not only the fat man, but even the wizards sitting beside him to listen. Of course, most of what they heard were adapted from Maca's indiscriminate version. In addition to being lively and interesting, there was really nothing worth paying attention to.

However, just when everyone could hear it, Maca's story came to an abrupt end.

"Oh, sorry--" He seemed to remember something, and motioned to the fat man, "I still have some things to deal with, and I have to visit a friend in a while, and those things will have a chance to continue with you Go ahead! "

"When?" The fat man asked eagerly, but suddenly said in a second, "Oh! Yes, wait a few days to Hogwarts, you can continue to talk while taking me around, that must be More fun!"

Marka said that this guy was very coquettish. Look, he had already taken the initiative to set Hogwarts' schedule.

"Of course," he said as he stood up from his chair. "Goodbye then, you eat slowly-I have to take a step first."

After all, he left the auditorium with Vatican who got up close to himself.

After a corner, and after seeing the auditorium behind, Fanny, who had not said a word from beginning to end, spoke softly.

"Sir, do you want to recruit the lady from Hohenheim's family into your Hogwarts?"

After hearing the words, Marka felt that there was no need to hide, so she nodded happily.

"Yeah!" He said as he walked. "I'm also a professor, how I came to Boothbatton this time for the sake of school. Now I happen to meet a rare top student seedling. Is there something to fight for? "

"That's true," Fanny agreed, but then wondered, "but isn't it ... too obvious?"

Fanny said this very well. The invitation Maka had just made was a bit explicit. Perhaps the fat young master of the **** may not be able to figure it out, but the ghost David, who has been standing by the side, must be able to see the idea of ​​Maca.

However, Marka didn't care much about Fanny's words.

"It's okay, just be direct," he laughed. "Sometimes it's not good to have too many hearts. There are many smart people in this world. If you hide your purpose deeper, no one can see it. Come out. So without concealing it, it is more normal for a school to recruit good students if you show your intentions directly.

After Maca said this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Vanny immediately understood the reason. Yeah, sometimes it takes too much thought, maybe it's really a kind of hard work. This is true in this matter, and in some other respects, it may be the same.

The two chatted as they walked, and returned to the room shortly after.

"Sir, do you have any plans for your trip today?"

After Maca Kankan sat down, Fanny seriously fulfilled her duties. Instead of being careful and responsible for her work, she is too serious.

At least Maca, who has always been free, feels a bit headache about this.

"Miss Blois, you have to sit down first!" He said helplessly, "I just let you go back to the room to rest, but halfway through it, you encountered an unexpected situation ... this is not mentioned for now. Now you It's time to rest? "

"Sir, I did get enough rest last night," Fanny's stubborn spirit was almost motionless. "Of course, if you still talk about the task, I'll go back to sleep immediately."

"Okay, okay!" Marca sighed secretly. "I'll see Madame Maxim again in a while-of course, in my own name. After that, if there is time in the morning, I will go again. Sleep for a while ... what do you think? "

"Okay, I wrote it down." Fanny was serious, "would you like to bring a little present to see Mrs. Maxim? I think that would be more polite ..."

"No, no need—" Maca shook her head, "Mrs. Maxim and I ..."

He felt that he would always be interrupted today, and the frequency would be too high. Yes, just when he wanted to explain to Fannie a little bit, he heard a sudden noise coming out of the window.