Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the end, Marx was still in the cave under the Hufflepuff Chamber of Secrets, and he was alone in the psychological struggle against the stone.

Until the horizon of the East was filled with a layer of white belly, owl Marf over the ruins of the castle gave a savage warning, and he returned to the ground after collecting the mysterious stone that had not been opened.

“Well?”

Marf just said that nature is not calling, Marx swept around, and soon found some silhouette on a hillside outside the school.

When Marx saw it, he whistled at high altitude and then headed for Forbidden Forest. The owl Marf, still hovering in the air, heard the side of his head, and even as he did not return to the depths of Forbidden Forest, he disappeared in a short while.

And until this moment, Marx lifted his toes and tapped the ground, then flew up, and moved toward the group of people who were approaching this side and greeted them.

After the two sides were closer, Marx discovered that it was actually a group of Centaur!

“You are…Firenze?”

For Centaur, which used to live in Forbidden Forest, Marx has been in contact with them several times, but they haven’t actually remembered them. Only one after another, the more impressive Firenze, is still distinguished by the creamy coat of the other side.

After all, in terms of humans, the appearance of Centaur is actually somewhat similar.

“Mr. McLorne!”

When the group of Centaur kicked and slammed in front of the school, Firenze stepped forward again:

“I am very glad to see you still safe and sound… But to be honest, we have to say sorry to you that the horror of bad luck has instinctively left my family away from the quagmire and failed to bring the slightest help at the most critical moments.”

The Centaur race was born with arrogance, but it was actually timid, and the innate talent in divination predicted that they would fear the destiny to avoid the scourge.

At this point, Marx is naturally very clear.

And if you have to say it, even if Centaur really wants to help, Marx doesn’t even know what to do for them. At the point of Centaur’s combat capability, the most common dark wizard is still a little bit of an idea.

“Firenze, there is no need to say anything to apologize… Well, let’s say, what are your plans for this? Are you ready to go back to Forbidden Forest?”

“Oh, no, we just saw the disaster star falling Hogwarts last night, so I plan to come over this morning to see if there are any injured people who need help… This is probably the only thing I can do under this terrifying disaster. It is.”

Firenze tried to express a friendly heart. Marx could still feel it. After all, they didn’t have to come to Centaur.

Even though Marx had a little promise with the other generation’s previous generation “Delphiros”…that is, their Old Patriarch, if the Centaur race was in dire straits, Marx might have to help them in turn.

“Thank you for your kindness, but there is nothing to hurt here. Before the disaster, I have already arranged the teachers and students in the school to leave school.”

“That’s perfect!” Firenze suddenly nodded. “The advent of sin has already disturbed the glory of the stars. In the past two months, my family’s ability to know the destiny has been greatly affected. Many things… Know where the future will go.”

“That sounds terrible,” Marx shrugged. “If that’s the case, go back! As far as possible, I think Hogwarts is expected to have some bad things.”

After Firenze heard it, he couldn’t help but stop, and then couldn’t help but marry Marx.

“please forgive.”

Forgive the weakness of the Centaur race? Marx shook his head – in this disaster, it is worthy of admiration for hard work, but it is not necessarily worthy of contempt. No matter which one, the last part that can survive will be qualified to evaluate right or wrong.

Marx looked at these eyes and these Centaur turned and left, and they just looked at the back of their Obscurus and didn’t express any opinions.

Firenze stopped until the last one turned back, and looked back at Marx:

“Delphiros said that if you have time, please take a trip to our new tribal territory – he has one thing to return to you.”

“‘give me back?”

Marx groaned, but did not stop them further. Because he knows Centaur’s temper, they say it naturally, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to say it.

Looking at the hillside when they gradually turned over, they quickly left their sights. Marx once again looked back at the castle ruins behind him, and then disappeared from the original.

No way, a building with a lot of magic like Hogwarts Castle can be easily restored without a repair spell.

Even today’s Marx doesn’t make its Reparo confident.

……

Compared with the tragic scenes in Britain, the situation in France is naturally much better.

So when Marx appeared on the streets near Blois Fort, the ruins of Hogwarts, still in his mind, suddenly contrasted sharply with the sights in front of him, which even made Marx’s mood a bit lower again.

“Sir, is it okay? You don’t look too comfortable?”

A good Muggle lady who passed by him kindly asked, but Marx can understand some French now, but he still doesn’t know much, so he can only squeeze a little smile and shake his head.

Then, after seeing him say goodbye to the kind lady, he walked straight to the entrance of Blois Fort not far away.

Not long after, passing through the magic circle line hidden on the ladder, he saw that the old steward of the Blois family had led a group of friends and family servants waiting for him at the door.

“Oh! Marx -“

Standing at the front of Hermione, before he had finished greeting, he saw a silhouette quickly smashing out from the old steward and rushing into Marx’s arms.

“Marx, are you okay? Father always refuses to let others tell you about your situation. Until everyone came here yesterday, I realized that you have encountered the danger of that many! Oh, I knew I should sneak out from home. If you slip out, you can only help a little bit of it…”

Just looking into the flowing silver hair, Marx didn’t even have to look at the other’s face to see that it was Wynie who rushed to him.

Although, the chilly female child who once talked to the toothpaste and can only sing each other and everyone’s words, is now suspected of becoming a voice.

“Wynie, good morning… everyone, good morning.” Marx calmly said with a smile.