Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

With a burst of space, Marx and the trench coat wizard both appeared in the woods outside the Hogwarts school.

At the moment when the two of them appeared, the bushes not far away knew that Sasso had shaken, and then a black dog with a height of half a person was drilled out.

“Sirius,” Marx said, nodded at the black dog. He said hello, “You should feel that there is nothing wrong with it… The Boss of the pub is really problematic.”

The voice did not fall, the big black dog began to swell and deformed, and in a short time it became Sirius Black, wrapped in a black robe.

“Sure enough?”

I saw Sirius arbitrarily leaning against the trunk next to her, slightly squinting:

“Glemanna kid… I thought that with his timidity, he was the least likely to plunge into the side of the dark wizard! If there is a precedent, I am afraid I will not notice. To…”

Obviously, the “precedent” he said naturally refers to Pettigrew Peter who was framed in prison.

But to be honest, both in terms of identity and character, there are really a lot of similarities between the two. For example, although Boss Ted Gleman of the hang pub was two years later than Sirius, they were also students who had read books at Hogwarts.

However, when he heard that Sirius was so embarrassed, Marx shook his head.

“I remember you said before that you noticed something wrong from the character he showed, so I think he has the possibility of being affected by dark magic?”

“Well,” Sirius tried this and couldn’t help but look at Marx. “Yeah, what happened?”

“But I have already confirmed it. The Boss of the hanging pub is still just a normal wizard, and there is no dark magic on it.” As he said, Marx leaned toward the windbreaker wizard standing beside him. You didn’t find anything unusual, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. McLorne.” The windbreaker wizard immediately nodded.

I heard Marx say that Sirius is a glimpse.

“But you just said -“

“Yes,” Marx shrugged. “But even so, I still think he has a problem.”

After repeating this sentence, Marx went on to follow:

“However, the problem is not his character. You and he used to be old-fashioned, but I am not–for Ted Gleman, I don’t know much about you.”

“But I still remember that you talked to me once, saying that Gleman wanted to be a chef from an early age, and then inherited the hang pub that his parents could not inherit from his grandmother. But unfortunately, his craft It’s not always good. As a Hufflepuff, he’s a little bit qualified…”

Having said that, Marx suddenly goes hand in hand:

“However, today we have tasted it personally. The food he made is not bad at all! You think it is delicious, isn’t it?”

“Well,” the windbreaker wizard saw that he was asked again, and he was nodded again. “It’s really delicious – I haven’t eaten such delicious food except what I tasted at Hogwarts these days.”

Marx, when you say with a smile :

“That’s just because you haven’t tasted the real taste yet.”

On the other hand, Sirius listened and listened, and couldn’t help but groan.

“You mean -“

“Well, the pub Boss is now an ordinary wizard, but it is not Ted Gleman.” Marx said a little bit, “Although it is not certain who it is – perhaps it is called ‘Martin’ The class is also uncertain, but this is not so important to us.”

“Now I am more concerned about the number of people who are hidden in the Britain magic circle… like him!”

When Marx’s sentence was finished, the grove in the woods was silent. The three are secretly thinking about their own minds, imagining how they should proceed next.

After a few moments, Marx reappears:

“In short, your exploration work will continue. – Still as we said before, don’t act to act blindly without thinking, just let me know.”

“Okay,” Sirius said after giving a response immediately. “That is the African magic circle? On the other side of Vagad, are we really just watching?”

“There is only this,” Marx said. “As long as the Federation did not contact me on the other side, it proves that things have not developed to the worst point – rest assured! Mr. Akinbad is not a confused person, since Right now, he knows more about the situation in Vagadu than we do. We can’t believe his judgment.”

After watching Sirius Disapparation leave, Marx gestured to the windbreaker wizard and walked out of the grove to the school gate.

A little bit back, the hillside not far away was bathed in the afternoon sun, and even the busy muggles over there were given a dazzling brilliance.

……

“Marx!”

“Well, what happened?”

Just entering the lawn of the Hogwarts vestibule, Marx saw Ginny standing on the side of the road with an anxious color.

“How are you standing here? Are you waiting for me?”

As soon as Ginny saw Marx appear, he immediately ran over and pulled his arm and ran towards the castle.

“Marx,” she said as she ran. “It’s Harry.” After he entered the training room, it was almost three hours now. But because Hermione insisted that we can’t open the door to see it, so this time. Everyone is still waiting there…”

Following Ginny all the way to the front door of the responsive room, he saw Hermione, Luna, Ron, Neville, four of them standing or standing in the hallway, apparently not in the mood to go to the afternoon class.

Seeing Ginny coming to Marx, everyone gathered together.

When Marx saw it, he immediately said:

“The specific situation Ginny has already told me on the road. Hermione, your decision is correct – don’t worry, go to the corner of the corridor and wait, I will go alone.”

On the way, he turned his head again and moved towards the windbreaker wizard:

“You also go with them a few! If there is anything -“

The words haven’t finished yet, Marx even shook his head.

“Forget it, nothing… you are going there and waiting!”

All the people left the corridor closest to the room door, Marx extended his left hand and placed it on the door handle. At the same time, there is already a staff in his right hand.

“Click.”

Twisting the doorknob to open the door leaf, he lifted his foot to get started, and did not suffer any attack during the whole movement.

When he entered the responsive room and set foot on the smooth floor, a silhouette standing in the middle of the room suddenly caught his eye.

No doubt, that is Harry!

Seeing that he clasped the hilt of the Gryffindor sword with both hands, he stood upright in front of himself. And his right eye is staring at another one in the blade, the whole person is completely motionless.

At Harry’s feet, Sorting Hat fell softly on the floor, which seemed to be a bit boring.

“Marx, are you here?”

“I have to come again, and the sun will be down outside for a while!”

Without a good breath, Marx turned and closed the door of the responsive room.

Later, he was trying to walk to Harry’s side, but in the next moment, he suddenly stopped his steps.

“Don’t bother him! Hey, this time Harry might have a bit of hope!”

Marx suddenly realized that this familiar voice was not the powerless Sorting Hat.

Turning around again and looking up, he immediately saw that there was a slightly embarrassing silhouette sitting relaxed on the bench against the wall.

That silhouette holding a thick book, looking down at random, but the body is faintly flashing a layer of white light.

“Professor Dumbledore?”

Marx found that the book was the relic of Dumbledore’s gift to Harry, a storybook about Gryffindor’s stories, “Griffin from the Wilderness.”

But after Marx subtly evoked the name, that silhouette shook his head slowly.

“Albus Dumbledore has left, this is what even Fawkes knows – why, Severus didn’t give you the ‘key’? Or, you didn’t put it in the meditation basin to see it?”

Marx naturally knows that the “key” he refers to is the special memory thread, but Marx is curl one’s lip at the moment:

“No, what’s so good?”

“Oh, that’s it…” The other party immediately shrugged decisively and smiled. “At least you should try the Bibi-flavored beans! The dragon dung, vomit and nose smells are picked up. I think you should try it.”

“is it?”

Marx listened to him and said that he was too lazy to spit out some of the slots, and he simply waved:

“I don’t think you have much time, don’t say that there is nothing in it… Want to help Harry? It’s better to squat now!”

“Oh, do you feel it?”

As the “Dumbledore” looked at Harry, Marx stepped forward and stretched his neck and looked around between Harry and the Gryffindor sword.

But after that, he whispered:

“Unfortunately, there are some hopes, but the rules of the soul are not so easy to comprehend… I hope that he will get the approval of the willpower that Gryffindor will stay in the sword this time, at least it will not let him I will hold the sword again and go around and hack people!”

On the other side, Dumbledore didn’t say anything more.

I saw him gently close the book on his hand, then stood up and walked over to Harry’s side. Then Marx saw him lean over and pick up Sorting Hat and put it on top of Harry’s head.