Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hey…hey…hey…

A series of towed footsteps echoed in Hogwarts Castle, which started from the foyer and followed the stairs up the eighth floor.

When the footsteps swayed at the door of the Gryffindor common room for a while, it turned a corner and followed the corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room at the other end.

The owner who waited for the footsteps turned around again, and listened to his direction again. He followed the spiral staircase near the corner and went straight back to the first floor.

Obviously, this late-night Hogwarts was dragging around and wandering around, the school’s janitor Filch was no doubt.

Tonight, he patrolled the ground on the castle’s ground, and he was ready to go back to the stairs behind the foyer and sit there and continue to take a nap.

But who knows, when he slowly rushed back to the foyer, he happened to see a silhouette inside and walked carefully toward the stairs.

Filch, who had long been accustomed to the student night tour, responded quickly. He almost reflexively realized that it was a student who sneaked out in the middle of the night. And faster than him, it is the thin cat he named Mrs. Norris.

Before Filch was about to sing high, Mrs. Norris, who had been at his feet, suddenly went out and looked exceptionally fast.

Filch’s shouting was only after his cat rushed out…

okay! In fact, he still couldn’t scream, because at the moment he wanted to open his mouth, he suddenly found that his mouth and tongue didn’t know when it was firmly glued.

Immediately afterwards, Filch felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous! It’s me, McLorne.”

Daddy, a voice from the light sound behind him, not so loud, but in this quiet night, the word is not badly into his ears.

“Don’t sing, the student will give it to me… Oh, the Langlock curse will be lifted automatically, and you will continue to patrol!”

When the voice didn’t fall, Filch pouted and looked at the silhouette that came out from behind him. He didn’t look at himself more, and quickly threw it to the stairs and disappeared.

“en!”

Filch snorted hard, but because the whole tongue was stuck to the upper jaw, he couldn’t even make a loud noise.

The thought of the Marx McLorne who just talked to himself, he quickly had to blame a few words in his heart and then gave up on it – no way, who made it Marx McLorne? .

……

At the same time, the other side of the Marx swept past the stairs to the basement, and in a twinkling of an eye, caught up with the thin cat that took the lead.

At this point he can see that the silhouette in the foyer is actually close at hand.

“Miss Parkinson, good evening?”

However, Marx’s voice did not stop the other side – she didn’t even look back, but instead ran a little faster than before.

Seeing that she passed the tapestry in front of her quickly, she kept going to the wall behind the Slytherin common room.

But as she spoke out tonight’s password, the armor that stood still on the sides of the wall suddenly moved, and the axe in her hand was crossed in front of the gradually revealing door.

The next moment, Filch’s Mrs. Norris catches up with that silhouette and screams at the root of the wall.

“Miss Parkinson,” Marx followed, standing still behind him. Remain calm and composed while handling pressing affairs. “I have called your name. Why do you want to continue running? You know, no matter what.” If you don’t get back to the bedroom, the result is the same.”

Probably the other party has been in a very tense state, so I didn’t even think about it, let alone identify who the person behind him was.

At this point, she jerked back and found that under the faint yellow torch, the not tall silhouette turned out to be Marx.

“Mc, McLorne… Professor?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right!” Marx looked at the female child, who was as big as her own, and calmly nodded. “Although I am still in a position to leave, you have to call me that, there is nothing wrong with it.”

It can be seen that the female child standing in front of him is the one who loves Draco Malfoy’s Slytherin girl, Pansy Parkinson.

I saw Miss Parkinson’s hem on the hem of her robe, and after a low head and silence, she whispered softly:

“Sorry, Professor McLorne.”

“Oh?” Marx seemed to be very interested. “Why should I apologize to me?”

Parkinson’s hearing this, but then licking for a while, followed:

“Yes, it is because… I didn’t sleep well at night and sneaked out.”

Marx immediately nodded, continue to ask:

“So… Miss Parkinson, where have you been running so late?”

For Marx’s problem, Parkinson’s time of closing his mouth is obviously longer, and the length of the person who is completely unaware of it will be hesitant.

Then she hesitated and said:

“I went to the Astronomical Tower… Look at the stars, you know, there are two recent meteors that are particularly beautiful.”

“Oh, um…”

Listening to her saying this, Marx shook his head and then turned to look down at his feet.

“Mrs. Norris, you can go back – Filch is waiting for you!”

He said as he pointed his finger at the other side of the corridor, indicating that the smart thin cat was going back to her master.

Mrs. Norris quickly understood the meaning of Marx, and saw her licking the eyes with faint fluorescence, and disappeared in the shadows of the turn.

After waiting for the cat to be opened, Marx took a look at Parkinson again – perhaps now that he has a deep understanding of the situation and knows that he can’t escape Marx’s palm, so she’s here. It seems very honest and well-behaved.

And Marx took a look at her like this, and then he arbitrarily recruited the hand:

“Come with me! I think we should talk about it.”

After all, Marx doesn’t care about the other – he doesn’t even worry that the other person will run away, but instead turns to take the lead along the slightly faint corridor.

When Parkinson saw it, he only hesitated, and he followed it in a blink of an eye.

“Professor McLorne, you… will you punish me?”

Marx’s pace was not fast. After the two walked a short distance, he suddenly heard Parkinson behind him asking like a little worried.

With a little thought, Marx walked back and forth without saying:

“Of course not! Just said, I am leaving now… What’s more, even if I am still in office, the punishment for you should be decided by your Head of House – Professor Snape.”

“That… are you going to take me to his office?”

“…ah, yes.”

……

In fact, Marx originally planned to just choose a classroom. After all, he just wanted to “discuss” some issues with Pansy Parkinson.

Moreover, those “problems” have to be said to be quite serious, and it is not suitable for more people to know at the moment.

But when Parkinson asked if he was going to Snape’s office, Marx knew that she was saying this because of some temptations, but when he thought about it, he thought it was not bad to go to Snape.

Soon after, he took Miss Parkinson, who was also behind him, to the Potions’ Professor office, also located in the underground corridor.

Of course, since Slughorn didn’t have an exchange office, it has now become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s office with Snape’s position change.

After Marx reached out and slammed the door of the office, Snape didn’t let them wait outside for too long, and soon there was a familiar response.

“Who?”

“Professor Snape, it’s me – McLorne!” Marx started talking, “Oh, there is Sixth Year of Slytherin house, Miss Pansy Parkinson is also there.”

“en?”

I heard that Snape was slightly snorted with a little doubt, but in the next second, the office door automatically opened a seam.

“Come in.”

Just as the door went in, Marx immediately saw Snape standing near the desk. But he saw that his clothes were neatly dressed, and even the gowns of the robe were well tied, making people suspect that he had not slept before.

However, the hair that is more messy than usual, but after all, it still reveals the fact that he actually climbed out of bed.

“Sorry, Professor! It may be disturbing you to rest this night…”

Marx has long been a Snape colleague, but his name for these professors has not changed. It can be seen that in his heart, these people are still worthy of his respected professors.

“hmph, let’s just say something!” Snape licked his chin and looked at Parkinson behind Marx. “Is Miss Parkinson violating the rules and getting caught by you?”

This time, Marx didn’t speak, he heard Parkinson take the initiative:

“Sorry! Professor Snape – I shouldn’t run around at night, I know it’s wrong.”

However, this time Marx is no longer perfunctory with her. As soon as he saw his backhand wave, the office door suddenly shut down and slammed, leaving a curse to prevent others from opening.

Then, he instantly lost his expression like Snape, just faintly:

“Professor, unfortunately! Miss Parkinson’s violation is not just a school rule… I think she may be escorted to Wizengamot for trial in the near future and will receive a cell in Azkaban with a new straw to make a bed. “”

Marx This slightly outdated humour is in stark contrast to what he said. Miss Parkinson at this moment is not interesting at all.