MTL - Harry Potter’s Book of Sin-Chapter 85 Shadow of being ruled by the "splintering demon"

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Lu Pin is preparing lessons for the next teaching in the office. His desk is full of various books, most of which are large three-finger thick data sets.

Suddenly, two light knocks came from the door.

"Who?" He asked, raising his head.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin! My name is Maca McLean."

Lu Ping heard a moment and then hesitated.

To be honest, he has a little idea of ​​how to deal with this particular student.

Since Dumbledore invited him to teach at Hogwarts, he had a general understanding of the students he wanted to reach—this is a rare and serious job after all.

You know, it is too difficult for a werewolf to find a suitable job. Because of this, he is not short of talents, but has been living in poverty and hiding in Tibet.

Lupin cherishes this job.

The child, Marka Macca, was helpless.

I want to say that if Maca is just an ordinary genius, Lupin will not have any concerns about it. It might as well be said that he was just too happy to be too late!

But what the student showed, it was not only explained by the word "genius".

I can say that Lupin has begun to worry about whether he can hide his identity as a werewolf in front of this child. If it's found ... oh, it's unimaginably bad!

He really didn't want to see, the terrified faces of those cute children when they knew their identity.

The look that looks like a monster is really incompatible with the innocent faces of the children-he never wants to see it again.

And, if you change to Maca ...

"The kid might have hesitated to pull out his wand without any hesitation, and a ruthless note on my face-that's what he did to Dementors." Lu Ping couldn't help but grin.

"... well, come in."

He gave a stun, and finally spoke.

The door was opened, and the child's face was still calm, as if it wouldn't be too surprising no matter what happened, it was hard to make people imagine that it was a childish face.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin." Maca extruded a smile, but he didn't know that his smile looked so infiltrating that it might as well be better not to smile.

"Good evening, come to me so late, is there anything wrong?" Lu Ping smiled and asked.

"Oh yes, I'm here to give you something."

Maca said, took out the potion bottle containing the wolf venom, and gently placed it on top of the piles of books on Lupin's desk-there was no extra space on the table, he could only do so .

But Ke Lupin looked at the small potion bottle, his smile became stiff.

呃 "Uh, oh ... Is Professor Snape asking you to send it to me?" Lupin said dryly, "Thank you, please."

"Yes, that's right," Maca nodded, "I will send you potions every month in the future."

"Damn slug!" Lu Ping could not help but cursed, but he had to maintain an embarrassing smile on his face.

哦 "Oh-thank you! But I think this may not be appropriate, I will be with snot ... I mean, Professor Snape, I will let him bring it in without bothering you."

不 "No trouble," Maca spread his hands, "In fact, Professor, I prepared the wolf venom every month. It doesn't take much time to send it ..."

Before Luma's words were finished, Lu Ping's face froze completely.

"Oh-keke, last month ... too?" Lu Ping said with a complex expression, awkwardly.

"Yes," Maca nodded. "Rest assured, Professor ... I will keep this secret for you, don't worry."

平 Lu Ping nodded subconsciously, and then immediately shook his head.

谢谢 "Thank you ... but ... what about you?" He couldn't help but asked, "do you have nothing about this ... other ideas?"

"Other thoughts?" Maca repeated his words, and immediately understood what he meant.

"Oh, it's nothing," he shrugged. "For me to see, the change of bloodline is even a manifestation of advantages, such as Merlin-he has studied the transformation of the wizard's bloodline, which is very Interesting magic research. "

但是 "But ..." Lu Ping opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, "Well, okay ... thank you."

"Relax, Professor." Maca said, "Your class is very good, everyone likes it, I believe that even if things are exposed, at least for most students, their impression of the professor will not change much. . "

"I hope ..." Lu Ping sighed, then shook his head decisively, "No, it's better not to be exposed."

那么 "So, I'll go back to the common room first, Professor Goodnight."

"Good night, Mr. McLean--" Lupin watched Maka leave his office calmly. When the door closed, he couldn't help but add, "And ... thank you."

Uh ...

Recently, Harry has been doing Quidditch training-three times a week, no less often.

The weather is getting colder and wetter, and the night is getting darker. However, no matter how much mud, wind or rain, Harry's good predictions cannot be shaken: their team will eventually win that huge Quidditch silver cup.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup-my last chance," Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor, told his teammates and walked in front of them. "This year I'm leaving school by the end of the year ... I can't play here anymore. "

"So far, Gryffindor hasn't won in seven years. Well, we had bad luck in the past-we were injured-and then cancelled the tournament last year ..." Wood took a sip, as if this memory Still let him be choked, "But we also know that we have the title of our school-the best-the team!"

He said, **** in one hand and knocking in the other, his eyes were flashing with the enthusiasm of the past.

"We have three best chasers."

Wood pointed at Alias ​​Pinnett, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell in turn.

"We have two invincible hitters."

别 "Don't say Oliver, you're ashamed of us." Fred and George, the two weasley brothers who always like to be funny, said together that they pretended to be blushing.

"We still have a golfer, he can always win the game!" Wood said lowly, staring at Harry with a fury and proud look.

"And me." He added, as something that came to mind afterwards.

"We think you are good too, Oliver," George said.

"Excellent goalkeeper," Fred said.

"The point is," Wood continued, striding again and again, "There is still no Maca McLean this year! Yes! No Maca McLean!"

哦 "Oh-don't mention the slasher, don't mention him-" Fred and George said in unison.

The other team members are also worried.

I can say that in the last semester, Maca's performance on the court dominated the court, which really made the team members of the other three colleges lose confidence.

As long as the guy is there, it is impossible for the Quidditch Silver Cup to move the nest, and the title "Crazy Demon" has been circulating in various college teams since then.

"Oliver, this year is our year! There is no McLean!" Fred said.

"We will win, Oliver! There is no McLean!" Angelina said.

"Sure." Harry also said weakly, "Well, no Ma-I mean, no McLean-"

One night, the night had quietly arrived, and Harry ended the hard training of that day.

He was walking towards the Gryffindor common room. He felt cold and stiff, but he was satisfied with the practice.

When Harry drilled through the hole behind the portrait of Fat Lady, he found the people in the lounge talking buzzingly, looking very excited.

"What happened?" He asked Ron and Hermione.

The two men are sitting in the two best seats next to the fireplace, and are comparing several astrological pictures in the astronomy class.

"The first Hogsmeade weekend," Ron pointed to a notice on the old notice board and said ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ at the end of October, Halloween. "

"It's great," said Fred, who followed Harry into the hole in the portrait. "I have to go to the Zoko store, my stink bullet is almost gone."

Harry sat down on a chair next to Ron, his euphoria gradually subsided, and Hermione seemed to see through his mind.

"Harry, I dare say you can go next time." She said, "They will surely catch Black soon-they have seen him somewhere once."

"Blake won't be that stupid, and he won't think about what to do at Hogsmeade," said Ron. "Ask Professor McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry. I don't know yet When are you going to-- "

罗 "Ron!" Hermione frowned, "Harry should stay in school-"

"He cannot be the only third-year student staying on campus," Ron argued, "go ask McGonagall, go, Harry--"

对 "Yes, I think I'll ask." Harry seemed determined.

Hermione started to say something, but at this moment, her cat, Crook Mountain, jumped lightly to her lap, holding a large dead spider in her mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron growled.

"Did you catch the clever Crook Mountain yourself?" Hermione ignored Ron, yelling.

Holding her head down, she looked at Crook Mountain with a look of tenderness, as if she thought it was cute even eating spiders.

Crook Mountain slowly chewed the spider, its yellow eyes staring at Ron.

"Let it stay there, please." Ron said angrily, and went to get the horoscope picture again, "Spotted in my bag!"