Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Related to character?” Harry curiously said, “What kind of character does my Patronus represent?”

“Smart? Smart? Waiting for gentleness?” Hermione speculated.

Ron also came up with the idea: “I heard that the male deer will fight with the horns, but it usually looks very docile – maybe it is saying that you usually look very gentle, but the heart is very wild!”

Harry turned his head and asked Marx, “What do you think?”

Marx shrugged said: “I think Ron is doing a good job, but I have a better word here – ‘manshow 1’.”

“What does that mean?” Harry wondered.

“Well, you can think of it as ‘hidden yet elegant sexy’.” Marx patted Harry’s shoulder and turned and walked toward the door. “The special Charms Hall during this Christmas holiday is here. Then, rely on yourself to practice more.”

“Hey, Marx!” Hermione stopped him. “I have a Christmas dinner at noon tomorrow, I think—”

“Oh, sorry. I have some reservations tomorrow, I am really sorry.” Marx turned his head. “My roommate, you know, Ernie Macmillan, he invited me to a Christmas party at their family – I I want to spend a whole day. So…”

“Okay, um, then…” Hermione grinned, and the tone sounded a bit low. “Take me a happy Christmas in advance.”

“Oh! Are you going to have a big meal?” Ron and Harry didn’t feel anything, just looked at him a little enviously. “That sounds great…”

Marx waved at them and quickly disappeared around the corner.

……

The next morning, Marx deliberately chose a more formal dress.

This was when he last planned to hold a graduate farewell party, although he didn’t need to dress so formalally, but once he chose to enter the social circle, he had to make some preparations.

No, it will come in handy soon.

The Macmillan family is one of the sacred 28s of the Britain magic circle. Although the name sounds terrible, the meaning is always something that cannot be ignored.

Of course, this is a thing of the past.

Nowadays, among the twenty-eight pure blood families, almost all of them are not as good as before. For example, the Longbottom family in Neville, for example, Voldemort’s Gaunt Family.

Of course, there is House of Black.

There is an old saying in Britain that “a piece of rotten field is better than a wilderness (abadbushisbetterthantheopenfield.) 2”, at least a few of the pure-blood family are well maintained, and Ernie’s Macmillan home is one of them.

By the way, Marx goes through the fireplace at Hogsmeade Village.

“I can’t figure it out, why is my Disapparation always biased…” Marx shook his head and then slammed into the fireplace, “Macmillan.”

Bang!

Tyrande looked at the magic flame in his own fireplace and cried and laughed.

“cough cough… I have remodeled the structure, and it is much better…”

But Tyrande didn’t know, just now, the green flame that Marx used when using the floo powder squirted directly from his chimney, and rolled several jackdaws that were going to the chimney to Ernie. The family is gone…

When Marx came out of the Ernie’s fireplace, the bad luck jackdaws fell out of the chimney pipe and rolled all the way to the center of the living room.

“Oh, is this a Christmas gift you gave me?” Ernie stood up from the table and looked curiously at the jackdaws that were getting up in the house.

Marx looked back at the fireplace and it looked like a fog.

“No, I think… they might just want to take a ride.” He spread his hands and said that he was not very clear.

“Okay! Anyway, welcome you to my house.” Ernie waved to him. “Has breakfast been used? Don’t you mind having a glass of milk?”

At this time, the man who was sitting in the main position stood up.

“Are you Mr. McLorne?” he said politely. “We always listen to Ernie’s chanting about you. To be honest, you can be much stronger than Ernie.”

“Oh, the prize, Mr. Macmillan.” Marx whispered to him. “Eni also helps me, sometimes giving me some nightingales – you should know, the kitchen is next to the Hufflepuff common room.”

“haha, yes, of course!” Ernie’s father nodded. “I was also a Hufflepuff. I always went to the kitchen to find food… In fact, Ernie knew the kitchen from me before I entered school. Where is it?”

“It’s a memorable parent-child event,” Marx said, walking over and sitting next to Ernie. “Like Ernie said to me, you are a gentle father.”

“Does he say that?” Ernie’s father looked at Ernie with an unbelief.

“Hey, father! You don’t believe it!” Ernie poured a glass of milk into Marx and put it in front of him. “Don’t say this, come, try this – on our farm.”

Macmillan’s Christmas party will start at noon, there will be a lot of guests; in the afternoon there will be a tea party, as well as some small activities, guests can freely participate and spend time.

The main event is the evening dance, when more pure-blood family will come. According to Ernie, it will be very lively.

“The Christmas ball is a family that is rotated every year, but I don’t like it very much – it always makes people very cautious.” Ernie curl one’s lip, “But that will show the glory of our family, this is I really like it a little bit!”

Soon, there were customers coming.

I have to talk about the Macmillan home.

Although the various arrangements are very low-key, but they can’t hide their essence, that is a word – big!

This is a mansion in the 3-Layer building, with few floors but very spacious. As far as the living room is concerned, there are almost half as small as the Hogwarts Auditorium.

You know, Hogwarts is a castle.

Of course, as far as the residence is concerned, Marx has seen the Blois Fort of the Wynie family. In contrast, such a big place seems to be nothing at all.

Marx finished the whole dress, re-adjusted the position of the bow tie, and then greeted him.

The purpose of his visit this time is more for communication, especially the ancient pure-blood family. After all, even if the family fades again, it still dominates in today’s magic circle.

And in his plan, they are indispensable for their existence.

Just as he squeezed his smile and skillfully chilled in the crowd, Ernie suddenly came with a little girl – that was Hannah Abbott.

“Marx, Hannah is here too–” he said, “Don’t join in here, how about going to the backyard for a while broomstick?”

“Broomstick? Now?” Marx snorted.

“Yes, of course!” Ernie said with a smile. “Hannah always said that she likes to watch your ride on the broomstick, it’s cool!”

“No, no… I didn’t say that…” Hannah blushes. “Hello, McLorne…”

“Oh, hello.” Marx nodded and looked back at the crowd. “Go and fly for a while.”

“Yes, fly for a while! The weather is so good today… It happened that Reira is here too,” Ernie said, suddenly shouting outside the door, “Reira, here!”

Marx followed and looked back, but saw a little girl who seemed to be more frustrated than Hannah was running around here.

Did she still hit one or two people and stop to apologize every time. Just a distance of more than ten meters, the trick is to let her go for a few minutes.

“…Oh, sorry, sorry… no?”

Just as she walked over to Marx, she was apologizing and turned and slammed into Marx’s chest.

“Yeah – sorry!”

“If you can look at the direction of walking, you don’t have to say that many are sorry…” Marx helped her, and that said.

“hehe, Ernie, this is not calling me!” she said, looking at Marx and then whispering again, “Oh! You are not that… um, McLegen!”

“It’s McLorne!” Ernie whispered.

“Oh! Sorry – McLegen.” She apologized again.

“Well, although you are very polite, don’t you think it’s still wrong?” Marx shrugged.

“Is it?” She spit out her tongue. “Well…sorry!”

McLegen is on McLean! Anyway, Marx doesn’t care much about his own surname. It’s no big deal if you stagger it.

“Then let’s go to the backyard! Broomstick is waiting for us!” Ernie excitedly.

“I like broomstick!” The little girl followed, “Let’s go! Hmm… McLegen?”

Marx hearing this, only had to spread the handkerchief: “Yes, my name is McLean… let’s go!”

Although it is really important to deal with the wizard family, there are many different angles to start with. To be honest, compared with the adult wizard, it is a good way to have a good relationship with the young wizards.

……

Just as Marx was busy with his plans, Harry and Ron were tearing down their Christmas present this year…

“Mother gave me another hooded coat… it’s maroon! See if you got one?” Ron turned and asked.

Harry also had, Mrs. Weasley sent him a scarlet hooded jacket, a lion in the Gryffindor yard, twelve home-baked mince pies, some Christmas pastries and a box of crunchy Peanut flakes.

He looked at it happily for a while, and then he removed all of these things. Then he saw a slender big parcel underneath and a small parcel that was not too eye-catching.

“What is that?” Ron asked with a pair of maroon socks in his hand, looking at the big one, curiously asking.

“I don’t know.” Harry shook his head and reached over.