Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

By the bonfire, Marx slammed his cheeks–just now he had a good posture on the Slytherin side, and it really cost him a lot of expressions.

By his side, many students crowded around him to praise this open-air party. Many graduates have said that this is probably the most precious memory since entering Hogwarts.

Of course, there are a lot of precious memories, which make people clearly point out the memories of their “value”. This is really the first one!

Marx smacked his mouth and forced himself to bring some smiles, and then chatted with everyone.

To be honest, the real purpose of Marx’s evening party is indeed utilitarian. From another perspective, he may not have the mind that “I really want to make friends with you.”

The word “friend” can be light or heavy; but in any case, it is something that can affect a person’s life.

Although for the current Marx, friendship is really difficult to understand, but this does not prevent him from using the “past self” as the criterion, and spend more time to decide how to act.

Over time, more Slytherins have joined the ranks around the campfire. It can be seen that they are not comfortable with such simple, enthusiastic, and even rude communication, but Marx usually does not bother to help them understand each other and integrate into it.

The night was getting deeper, and everyone was a little tired, but when Marx planned to announce the end of the party, everyone felt a little abnormal…

“Do you feel that it seems to be suddenly cold?”

The young wizards talked to each other in confusion, and as the feeling of restlessness gradually rose, the field became quiet. The professors have already drawn their own wand – they know very well that those dementors are coming again!

At this point, the most calm of the audience is of course Marx – he doesn’t want to calm down, but Snape’s appearance is not lost to him.

Both of them were squinting, Marx was staring in the direction of Hogsmeade village, the chill was coming across the hillside from there; Snape, instead of staring at Marx, was expressionless.

Snape is very curious about the strength of Marx. He always feels that every time Marx takes a shot, it will bring you a big surprise.

Marx will certainly surprise everyone.

Not to mention the few shots in the past, at least today, he has been psychologically prepared for the “dementor will come”.

The dark creatures will patrol the streets of Hogsmeade village in the evening, and the huge “happy” that was released at the party was like a delicious dish specially prepared for them.

Although it is not clear why Dumbledore acquiesced to the party, even he did not come to attend it; but he could see it by acquiescing to the professors. He also already recognized that the dementors would suddenly come. Attack.

“Everyone don’t panic, they all get together!” Marx suddenly sighed.

The uneasy students were heing this and they subconsciously listened to the command of Marx, and almost everyone pushed over to him.

After the last dementor attack on Quiddich stadium, everyone was familiar with this chill. At this moment, Marx’s words are like a key, opening the door to everyone’s memory.

“Yes… is it a dementor?” one Slytherin said nervously, taking a few more steps in the middle.

Just then, a few black shadows appeared on the top of the opposite hillside. They were floating away from the ground and coming over here. And behind them, gradually revealed more horror silhouettes.

The students couldn’t help but scream and exclaimed.

The professors all moved forward, standing in the middle of the dementor and the young wizards, and their familiar wand lit up a familiar silver white haze.

At this time, Marx was certainly not idle. He pulled out a large potion bottle from his waist – it was as big as an adult with two fists. Such a potion bottle is obviously not common.

Snape frowned at the big potion bottle, revealing a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, the dementors are getting closer and closer to this side, the surrounding cold is getting more and more solid, and everyone can’t help shrinking their necks.

Marx noticed that the students who were closest to the other side began to retire backwards, and everyone was getting tighter and tighter.

“It’s time.” Marx thought so, decisively pulled out the cork.

Suddenly, a very intense milk white mist emerged quickly from the mouth of the bottle and spread out in a spherical shape.

The fog spread very quickly and the range was quite wide. Not only did the students envelope, but even the professors who stood at the forefront were covered.

“Easy everyone, this kind of fog can make the dementor inaccessible, as long as it is safe inside!” Marx said loudly. “Everything is left to the professors and it will be fine soon!”

“By the way, let’s let me go, let me go…”

He slammed all the way to the front, and soon walked out from the area full of white haze, standing behind the professors.

Yes, today he has no intention of using wand at all. There are several professors, he just needs to look at it.

Although the dementor that was attracted this time is not too small, it is obviously less than half of the Quiddich stadium. The professors who had no worries each called their own Patronus and quickly drove the dementors away.

In fact, if there is no such protective mask for the fog that Marx has made, the students will not have anything to do. At best, it is just a piece of chocolate.

It is a very meaningful thing to give everyone a sense of security when everyone is panicking.

Later, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, everyone packed it and then went to Hogwarts with the carriage of Thestral.

On the way back, everyone talked happily about the party… Of course, there was just the experience of the Dementor attack.

To be honest, this young wizards didn’t have much fear left. In addition to the protection of the professors, it has to be said that Marx’s seemingly extravagant behavior is indeed indispensable.

……

The next morning, in a dormitory of Gryffindor Tower…

“Harry?” Ron hept as he hesitated.

Harry didn’t move, pretending he was still asleep.

After a while, he heard Ron leave. After that, it seems that there is another movement, but he is not in the mood to open the eyes to see.

Harry didn’t fall asleep almost all night, and he felt like a hateful feeling he had never known before. This kind of hateful feeling is like poison.

In the confusion, he saw Black laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken the magic photo from the photo album and posted it to his eyes.

He looked as if someone was showing a movie for him, and Sirius Black was blowing Pettigrew Peter into pieces – I don’t know why, Peter looks like Neville.

He seems to hear someone excitedly saying: “Things are, the master… Mr. and Mrs. Potter has made me their Secret Keeper…”

Then there was the voice of another person, this person smiled sharply. It was the man’s voice that he would hear in his mind when the dementor approached…

It was only until noon that he climbed up from the bed, only to find that there was no one in the dormory.

He got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room. There is no one there, only Ron, he is eating a toad mint and is massaging his stomach; and Hermione is filling the family homework with three tables.

“Harry, you – your face doesn’t look too good.” Ron looked at him.

“Where did people go?” Harry asked.

“Go! This is the first day of the holiday, remember?” Ron said, watching Harry carefully. “It’s almost like lunch, I was going to wake you up right away.”

“Yeah! If it wasn’t for the open-air party last night, everyone should go home yesterday,” Hermione followed. “After visiting Hogsmeade Village.”

Harry sat down in the chair next to the fireplace. Snowflakes are still flying outside the window. Crookshanks lay on his limbs in front of the fireplace, like a large blanket of ginger yellow.

“You really don’t look good, you know?” Hermione said, looking anxiously at his face.

“I am fine,” Harry said dryly.

“Harry, listen,” Hermione said, and Ron exchanged a wink. “You must be upset about what we heard yesterday. But what matters is that you must not do stupid things – and Marx doesn’t feel right. Do you know that he usually doesn’t make mistakes-“

“What about that!” Harry didn’t sigh. “No matter whether it’s Black or Peter, the result of the matter hasn’t changed at all… And, what can I do stupid things?”

“For example… to track Black,” Ron said sharply.

Harry understood that most of the two had already practiced such a conversation when he was not down. He said nothing.

“You won’t do this, isn’t it, Harry?” Hermione said.

“It’s not worth it to die for Black,” Ron continued.

“Dementor approached me, I saw what I heard, did you know?” Ron and Hermione shook their heads, a worried expression.

“I can hear my mother screaming and hear her begging Voldemort. If you hear the mother screaming, you are about to be killed before the scream… you won’t forget it! If you find someone Originally everyone thought it was her friend, but he betrayed her and called Voldemort to chase her-“

Just then, a silhouette appeared at the door of the common room.

“So, what do you want to do?”

“Marx?” Hermione was surprised. “Did you not go back? Also, how did you get through the fat woman?”

“Occasionally, I came from Professor McGonagall, the password she told me.” Marx calmly said, “As for why I didn’t go back, this is what I want to say…”