Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 92: The storm and the werewolf

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Just the day before the Gryffindor team members burst into mourning, Hufflepuff's new house team was training...

"Senior Diggory."

Amid the downpour of rain, a clear voice came from below.

"Wait, stop for a moment." Cedric shouted loudly, "I'll go down and take a look, you continue training!"

The Quidditch uniforms of the little badgers were soaked, but they didn't notice it and continued to practice hard before the game.

Cedric controlled his broom to fall down. At first, he only vaguely saw a figure. It wasn't until he got closer that he could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

That's Maca!

He was standing in the rain at the moment, but as soon as the violent rainstorm fell around him, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, sliding away from him.

At this moment, his body was still dry, which was completely different from Cedric's wet and clinging look.

"Oh, MacLean? Your waterproof spell looks really good..." Cedric looked at him strangely and asked, "What's the matter with coming here today?"

During the period since the beginning of school, he invited Maka to join the academy team again and again, but Maka always declined politely, without exception.

As the game day approached, he gave up the idea of extending an invitation.

He was a little confused. Why did Maka come here in the heavy rain today

"I'm here to apply for a spot in the first game." Maka said calmly, "I've been thinking about what I have to pay for the honor of Hufflepuff House, so I'm here."

"Oh - really?" Cedric said happily, "That's great! Let me ask you - there must be someone willing to make a place for you!"

Sure enough, when Cedric called everyone down to assemble, the new team members all welcomed Maka's arrival.

In Hufflepuff House, where the sense of collective honor is extremely obvious, individual honor is not that important. Everyone is willing to contribute their seat to the achievements of Hufflepuff House.

Of course, Maka still chose the Chaser position.

Although, for his plan, it was most appropriate to replace Cedric, but to suddenly come out and replace the captain's position was a bit inappropriate no matter how he looked at it.

After that, Maka also removed the waterproof spell and started a hasty running-in training with other team members.

It has to be said that Maka's talent in flying is indeed very strong. As soon as he joins the team, the entire rhythm will gradually revolve around him.

It didn't take long for Cedric to adjust his tactics again and again to accommodate Maka's addition.

Until the end, the Hufflepuff team once again returned to the original tactical mode - focusing on obtaining basic points and focusing on the chaser's offense and defense to gain points.

To be honest, everyone is a little impatient for the upcoming game, because Hufflepuff's "score-scoring monster" is back again!

But the first game came sooner than they imagined.

The next day, when the Hufflepuff team members had just finished training, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Quidditch locker room.

"Hey, Digory!" said Flint, who was leaning against the door frame with a ruffian look on his face, "I have something to tell you."

Cedric looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Hufflepuff players all walked in wet, and when they saw Flint, they all showed a look of disgust.

Flint is a guy who will do whatever it takes to win. He leads other Slytherin players to make small moves on the court, and no one in the other houses likes him.

"In fact, our team's seeker was injured before - he was injured by the hippogriff raised by that stupid professor. I think you should know..." Flint chuckled, "So we have to I’ll switch the preliminary rounds with you.”

"Isn't this against the rules?" Cedric frowned.

"It's just a change of venue, nothing against the rules?" Flint smiled, showing his crooked teeth, which looked a little disgusting.

"Senior Flint, haven't you graduated yet..."

Suddenly, Maka came out from behind. He looked at him calmly and said, "If I remember correctly, you were already in seventh grade last year, right?"

Flint's evil smile immediately froze.

Yes, this guy was supposed to graduate and leave school last year, but because he failed in many courses, he was actually repeated! This was undoubtedly a shame in the pure-blood family, and his father was so angry that he beat him up, thinking that he had brought discredit on the Flint family.

"Hmph! Yes! I repeated the grade, so what?" He glared at Maka fiercely and gritted his teeth.

"We already know about the competition," Maka walked up to him calmly, looked at him coldly and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Maka pulled out the wand, and an emerald green light appeared at the top of the wand. Flint was immediately frightened and took a few steps back.

"No, no... it's nothing..." he stammered, ran away after exiting the locker room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Several senior Hufflepuffs were a little frightened when they looked at Maka's wand. They had also learned the horror of the Unforgivable Curse and knew that the magical radiance of the Death Curse was green.

"That's—" Cedric asked cautiously.

"Huh? Oh..." Maka turned around and waved the wand casually, extinguishing the green light on the tip of the wand, "It's just a variant of the wand glowing spell, don't be nervous."

They all heaved a heavy sigh, except for a few lower-grade team members who still looked confused.

"Slytherin just doesn't want to compete in this kind of weather, but no matter what, their strength is only that, and they won't have any chance even if the competition environment is changed." Maka analyzed calmly, "They even You may not win Gryffindor."

On the eve of the game, the wind and rain continued, even worse than before.

The corridors and classrooms were pitch dark, so the professors had to light more torches and lamps for lighting. The Slytherin team certainly looked smug, and no one was as good at it as Malfoy.

"Oh, if only my arms were better!" he exclaimed, sighing deliberately from time to time.

At this time, the strong wind outside was hitting the window, making a constant clanging sound.

Harry got rid of Captain Wood who was chattering behind him and stopped outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupin, I-" he said, walking inside.

However, it was not Professor Lupine who was looking at him from the podium, but Snape.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. I think Gryffindor should be given ten points. Sit down."

"Where is Professor Lupine?"

Lupine is naturally not here. Because at this moment, he had to huddle in the corner of the office and wait for the werewolf's transformation state to pass.

The wolfsbane potion brewed by Maka is very effective. Although Lupine turned into a werewolf on the night of the full moon last night, he still retains his sanity as a human being.

It's just that the more times this happens, the more painful and uneasy he becomes.

Remus Lupine is a lonely man, which is inseparable from his painful experience. When he was four years old, his father offended the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Out of revenge, Greyback invaded Lupin's house through the window one night and bit the young Remus Lupine.

Since then, Lupine's life has become obscure and lonely.

As time passed quietly, his parents tried various methods, but failed to cure him. He and his parents thought there was no chance he would get into Hogwarts - other parents wouldn't want their children to be around a werewolf.

But Dumbledore gave him a chance, and he made many friends in school, including Sirius Black and Harry's father James Potter... and of course, Peter Pettigrew.

That was the happiest day he had ever lived.

But after graduation, Lupine, immersed in friendship, had to face reality. Given his situation, it was difficult to get a suitable job, and his life became difficult as a result.

But no matter how hard it was, it didn't matter, he could persevere.

But what saddened him the most was that he once scared a child on a full moon night.

Although he tried his best to suppress his wolf nature and left there quickly. But he would never forget those panicked and frightened young eyes.

Lupine was a person who loved children, but he frightened an innocent child, which made him feel disgusted with himself for the first time.

In the past, even if he knew that he was abnormal, he mostly viewed himself as a victim—and that was indeed the case. But from that day on, he suddenly understood a conclusion that made him feel sad.

Sometimes, the victim will become the perpetrator. In his own case, this is probably an inevitable result.

"McLean, are you... really not afraid?"

Lupine looked very ugly in his werewolf form, but because the effects of the wolfsbane potion were continuously taking effect, he looked calm.

"Why?" Maka asked calmly.

Entrusted by Dumbledore, Maka was responsible for guarding Lupine when he transformed to avoid any misunderstandings during this critical period.

He was sitting behind Lupine's desk, writing something with his head down, while Lupine was huddled in the corner between the bookshelf and the desk.

"Werewolves are always disturbing - they are cruel, bloodthirsty, keen to attack humans, and very dangerous." Lupine, who had turned into a werewolf, said angrily, "Isn't it?"

"Professor, are you doubting the effectiveness of the wolfsbane potion I prepared?"

Maka moved his eyes from the notebook to Lupine's furry face. He reached out and patted Lupine on the shoulder, forcing a dry smile.

"Don't worry, at least I think the medicine is very effective." He joked harshly.