Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of it, every school year seems to be very busy - everyone thinks so, but the passage of time is always so rushed, people can't help feeling a little lonely.

Although Marx is not always concerned about grades, other students have to pay attention to their studies. Especially for Seventh Year students, they are not only graduating, adult and looking for a job, but before that, there are newt exams waiting for them!

And Charlotte Werther, who has been a "big girl" for seven years, is one of the graduates.

Graduation is always a sensation - most people think so. But when you are a party, you will find that you have absolutely no effort and no mood. Go with the students, hug each other, feel sad, and then throw sweat and tears.

Because, you still have to take the exam! You have to fight to go to the exam!

Charlotte's performance is not bad, but there is no good match with her appearance.

To this end, she had to put aside all her thoughts and devote herself to the hell of learning, reviewing, and re-learning.

Christmas is coming, but what does it have to do with the old lady? Holiday? No, don't be kidding, it doesn't exist in the life of Seventh Year!

Sometimes textbooks are like a shit. When you are driven by hunger and mad, there is only one option left!

"Is it better to be more Sven?" Charlotte, who was smashing his head in a pile of information, raised his head sharply, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes looked very scary.

"No, it’s not too late to wait for the test." She plunged into the data pile again. "Oh, shit! It’s wrong!"

In fact, there are two weeks left until the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky suddenly cleared, showing a dazzling egg white; the muddy ground that was originally rainy was also covered with a layer of shiny hoarfrost.

In the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas has already begun to overflow.

Professor Chart's teacher, Professor Flitwick, decorated his classroom with a shimmering light source—these are actually a group of little fairies that are constantly shaking their wings.

With the exception of Seventh Year, almost all students are happy to discuss their vacation plans.

But this year, both Ron and Hermione decided to stay at Hogwarts. Ron said he couldn't stand the two-week stay with Percy, and Hermione insisted she was going to the library.

But Harry understood in his heart that they were doing this to accompany him, and he was very grateful.

Of course, in the last week of the semester, everyone can go to the Hogsmeade village once. Everyone except Harry is very happy.

However, the three young lions that have been waiting for Marx have not waited.

At this time, it was dinner time, everyone was filling their stomachs. But at this moment, a large group of owls suddenly flew in from the outside, and the students looked at them with amazement.

“Is it McLorne? But Christmas is not here yet?” Professor McGonagall was shocked.

The targets of this group of owls were obviously scattered. They fluttered their wings and flew over the four long tables, leaving a white envelope.

For a time, the auditorium was like an envelope rain.

After a while, everyone noticed that the recipients of these letters were all upcoming Seventh Year students.

"Oh - McLorne?"

"...Yes, mine too."

"same!"

Everyone looked around and then read the envelopes and read them.

"Graduate party?" The first voice sounded.

Then, most of the Seventh Year students talked to each other, and the scene was a bit messy.

Yes, that's right! I don't know what Marx is all about, but he really wants to hold an open-air evening for the graduates in Hogsmeade Village!

Even the Slytherins, who are often not seen by the other three houses, have a share, which is a rarely seen thing.

In this invitation letter, I also made a special note: if you don't want to go, you can't go, everything is voluntary.

"are you going?"

"Why not?"

"But the exam..."

"Let it go to hell! Do you think that more than a day and a half will allow you to pass safely?"

"Oh-Yes, as the letter says, 'When you graduate, you will regret that you are not crazy once!"

"Yes! That's right, that's it!"

Similar conversations take place on the long tables of the various houses, although some graduates don't agree with them, but most people think this is a great idea.

Soon, the news in the letter was passed along with the dinning table—the lower grades wanted to participate, and the drinks and food were not free.

This time, Marx inexplicably bleed once, and he actually had to hold an open-air party at his own expense!

You know, the entire Seventh Year has 150 multiplayer, and the cost of this party is an astronomical figure for a student.

Just when everyone was a little excited, Marx's owl, Marf Rio, also rushed in from outside the gate. It didn't stop, but after throwing a letter to Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the teacher's seat, he immediately flew out of the hall.

"It seems that I also have a share." Dumbledore laughed and picked up the envelope that was falling in front of him.

He opened it and looked at it, but continued: "Oh, not only that - everyone has a share."

Dumbledore handed the letter to McGonagall sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat: "You are Seventh Year, please note -"

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall was quiet immediately.

"I regret to tell you that this party is just Mr. McLorne's personal behavior - he has not notified me in advance or Professor McGonagall. I think this is not a rule." He looked at everyone, slowly.

On the long tables of each house, many students showed a frustrated expression.

"But..." At this moment, everyone’s heart hangs again. "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend a party, it’s just a personal act. There seems to be no reason for the school to stop everyone?"

Dumbledore blinked and looked a bit naughty.

"Although Mr. McLorne invited me, but I still have something to do -" he said, he turned to look at the faculty members. "If other professors have time to participate, it is theirs." individual freedom."

After that, Dumbledore sat back in his seat and looked down at the food in the dish, as if nothing had happened before.

Suddenly, the students on the field cheered happily.

“A fare party for farewell graduates?” Hermione said strangely. “What is Marx doing?”

"Who knows?"

Harry was a little depressed because he couldn't go - at least not just and honorable.

Ron sighed with a face: "Oh, Marx is really rich!"

That's right, this is really an interesting event. But everyone is wondering – what is the reason for Marx to hold this event; or simply don’t think about it, just prepare to go crazy at the open-air party.

In any case, it’s just like the excitement of everyone, this party should be quite lively.

……

The next day, on the morning when everyone went to Hogsmeade village, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then set foot on the marble staircase to Gryffindor Tower alone – he planned to go out of school by stealth.

The snow floated out of the window and the castle looked very quiet.

"Hey - Harry!"

Harry turned around in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, and he saw Fred and George sneaking up from behind a humpbacked witch sculpture.

“Are you there?” Harry asked curiously. “Why didn’t you go to Hogsmeade?”

"Let's go to bring you some festive atmosphere." Fred said, mysteriously rubbing his eyes, "Come here..."

He was nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George.

George gently closed the door, then turned and looked at Harry with a smile.

"Give you a Christmas present early, Harry." He said with a smile.

Fred, a side of the hand, waved a thing from the cloak and placed it on an empty table.

It was a big, square, very old parchment with nothing written on it - Harry thought it was a joke by Fred and George, and stared wide-eyed to watch it, lest it be twins. Give it up.

"I said, what is this?"

"Well, this... Harry, it's the secret of our success!" George said, patted the parchment with gusto.

“It’s a bit reluctant to give it to you,” Fred said. “But last night we decided that you needed it more than we did!”

"In any case, we have already remembered its contents." George continued. "We gave it to you - we no longer need it."

"So a shabby parchment, what do I want it to do?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"A dilapidated parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a face, as if Harry had stunned him. "Explain, George."

"Okay! At our First Year, Harry, we were young, carefree, and innocent -"

Harry snorted in his nose and he wondered if Fred and George were naive.

"...oh, at least it’s more naive than we are now!" said George. "There was a little accident between us and Filch."

"We put a big dung in the hallway. For some reason, this bomb made him very depressed - so he pulled us into his office and started to deal with us with that kind of convention...". ”

“Closed?” Harry inserted.

"Put out our intestines!" George Hehe smiled, and Harry immediately curled one's lip.

"What about?" Harry urged.