Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Next to Ron, Harry yawned.

The recent training is a bit tired. He really wants to go to sleep directly, but his astrological chart has not yet been completed.

He pulled the bag over, took out the parchment, ink and quill and started doing homework.

"If you want, you can copy me." Ron said, marking the last star on his astrology map and pushing the astrological chart to Harry.

Hermione was not in favor of plagiarism. She couldn't help but lick her mouth, but said nothing.

Crookshanks still looked at Ron with a sigh of relief, gently shaking its pointed tail. Then, it rushed over without a hit and a sudden attack.

"Oh!" Ron yelled and grabbed his bag - he saw that Crookshanks' four paws had firmly grasped the bag and began to bite fiercely.

"Let go, you stupid!"

Ron tried to get the bag back from under Crookshanks' claws, but it was still clutching and biting his mouth.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the entire common room was watching the fun.

Ron took a quick turn around with his bag and Crookshanks still caught it.

Suddenly, Scabbers jumped out of the top of the bag.

"Catch the cat!" Ron shouted.

At this time, Crookshanks let go of the bag and jumped to the table to catch the frightened mouse Scabbers.

George Weasley stormed past and wanted to catch Crookshanks, but didn't hold it; Scabbers rushed around in the common room and rushed to a big cabinet.

Crookshanks suddenly stopped, groaning low, and slammed his fists out under the cupboard and slammed hard.

Ron and Hermione ran quickly. Hermione grabbed Crookshanks's waist and then lifted it up and put it somewhere else; Ron slammed on the floor and took a lot of effort to grab the Scabbers' tail and smash it out.

"Look!" He glared at Scabbers in front of her and yelled at Hermione angrily. "It's skinny! Don't let the cat get close to it!"

"Crookshanks didn't know it was doing wrong!" Hermione's voice shook a little. "All cats catch rat, Ron-"

"This animal is a bit strange!" Ron tried to get the crazy Scabbers back into his bag and shouted loudly. "It heard me say Scabbers are in my bag!"

"Oh, this is nonsense," Hermione argued. "Crookshanks will smell its breath, Ron, you think it will still-"

The people around couldn't help but start laughing.

"The cat is staring at Scabbers!" Ron didn't pay attention to the laughter. He interrupted Hermione again. "Scabbers is here first, and it is ill!"

When Ron finished, he strode past the common room and went upstairs to the boys Dormitory.

The next morning, it was Herbology from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff closed. But in class, Ron is still angry with Hermione.

At this point they are peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans in a wooden bucket.

“How's the Scabbers?” Hermione asked cautiously.

For whatever reason, Crookshanks wants to catch Scabbers. This happened. And that dirty mouse, after all is Ron's pet.

Hermione is also very sorry about this.

"It hid under my bed and kept shaking," Ron said angrily.

His hand trembled, did not throw the wooden barrel, and pulled the beans off the floor of the greenhouse.

"Beware, Weasley, beware!" Professor Sprout muttered.

In such a blink of an eye, the green vines spread everywhere on the floor. In a short while, the floor of the greenhouse was filled with sparkling light purple flowers, and there was a chill of cold air floating in the flower.

Not far away, Marx bent down and looked at the flowers on the floor.

“Professor Sprout, are these crampons a new breed?” After a while, he straightened up and asked Sprout.

"Oh, yes - this is what I have improved, very beautiful, isn't it?"

Holding the "Professor Sprout hearing this" in the wand Pack greenhouse, I took the time to go back and laughed.

“It’s really beautiful.” Marx nodded.

Just looking at the flowers around Marx, Harry suddenly came over.

"Wood always wanted me to ask you - oh, our team's Captain - he wants to know, you really don't participate in the Quiddich Cup this year?" Harry whispered.

"en? Yes, don't participate." Marx shook his head. "There are too many things, too busy, but-"

"But what?" Harry asked quickly.

"I want to say, I will go and cheer you up." Marx patted Harry's shoulder. "You fly very well, no worse than our house's Cedric... Of course, Cedric is also very strong, I am telling the truth. Really."

"Oh - since you said that -" Harry laughed, "I will cheer!"

The next lesson for the little ones is Divination.

Speaking of it, Professor Trelawny, who is always a god and likes to predict some bad things, seems to have never noticed Marx since the first class.

In this class, Marx has inexplicably become her key prophecy.

"Oh, Mr. McLorne, I have to say -" Professor Trelawny's big eyes stared at the crystal ball in front of him and looked at the flowing white fog. "In the near future, the darkness will come, and the ominous will Returning..."

She suddenly shuddered, as if she was afraid of something.

She shouted: "Oh! too terrifying! Someone will die! Someone-"

Trelawny slammed the table, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled.

Marx was confused by her - to be honest, he didn't know whether to believe in Trelawny, but he was still asking for it.

"Who will return?" He calmly said, "Voldemort?"

See Marx blurting out the name without hesitation, and many young wizards with pure blood have subconsciously covered their mouths.

But Trelawny shook his head hard, her long curly hair was smashed and followed back.

"No... believe me, don't say it better... don't say it..." She propped up the table and propped up and walked away.

Marx frowned and sat there for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"In any case, it’s not a bad thing to prepare for it..." he muttered, "anytime, anywhere."

After a while, the class time is up.

Everyone was talking to Trelawny about the scary prophecy that Marx said, and when she was going to the auditorium to enjoy today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door to the classroom and walked in.

"I was busy dealing with the crampons on the ground, and some things forgot to say!" She gasped slightly. "I remember to hand me the application form before Halloween - I can't go to Hogsmeade without paying the table. So. Let's hurry up!"

"Oh, yeah, I want to go to Hogsmeade and have to hand over the watch..." Marx blinked. "I used to get used to it, I really forgot about it."

This thought only stayed in Marx's brain for a maximum of two seconds, and he was thrown to his head again.

Where do you want him to get a signature? Looking for Dumbledore to sign?

However, at this time, in the transfiguration classroom, Harry, who had the same situation as Marx, was completely free from him.

Although Harry had already decided to ask Professor McGonagall, he always thought about the time of a class, but still did not make up his mind.

Until just now, Professor McGonagall reminded everyone that when he handed in the form as soon as possible, he had the courage to rush under the urging of Ron.

"Go and ask." Ron whispered to Harry.

“Oh, but—” Hermione clearly disagreed.

"Go, Harry." Ron stubbornly urged.

Harry waited until everyone left, and slowly "moved" to the table of Professor McGonagall.

"Hey, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, my aunt and uncle... Oh... they forgot to sign my application form." He was nervous.

Professor McGonagall looked at him from the top of the lens and said nothing.

"So...oh...you don't think it works...I mean, can I...if I go to Hogsmeade, can't I do it?"

Professor McGonagall took his eyes back and flipped the paper on the table.

"I'm afraid I can't, Potter," she said. "You heard what I said. If you don't pay the watch, don't go. This is the rule."

"But, professor... my aunt and uncle... you know, they are all muggles! They don't really understand... understand Hogwarts' forms and activities." Harry tried hard to think about the right words, "If you Say I can go..."

Ron nodded hard to encourage him.

"But I won't say that," said Professor McGonagall.

She stood up and placed her paper neatly in the drawer.

“The application indicates that it must be written by the parents or the guardian.” She turned to look at him with a weird expression on her face. “I am sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You still hurry. Otherwise, you should not be able to catch up with lunch."

This obviously cannot be saved.

Ron stunned Professor McGonagall's many ugly words, which made Hermione very angry; she deliberately showed a "finished Perfection" expression on her face, and Ron was even more angry.

The students in the class were happy to talk loudly, and when they went to Hogsmeade, they had to do what they wanted first.

In this regard, Harry groaned with a full silence.

“There will always be a feast,” Ron wants to make Harry happy. He pats Harry. “You know, the dinner on Halloween is always rich.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, gloomy. “That must be great.”