Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the lobby of the Macmillan family, most people are staring at Marx and Charlotte. The two people who are at the center of the line of sight have no sense of protagonist.

It didn’t take long for them to remove most of their attention from the dance steps.

“…Senior Sister, how come you are here?” Marx asked casually.

“I still want to ask you, Little Junior -” Charlotte said with a smile. “You seem to like the activities like this recently?”

Marx knows that she is talking about the last graduate party!

He shook his head slightly, half true half false. “I don’t want to do it… I think you should understand what I am talking about.”

Charlotte licked his lips and bowed his head.

“I understand what you mean…” she said. “But are you not going to be early? I have only really started to touch these things in the last two years…”

Marx curl one’s lip said: “When no one is responsible for something for you, you always have to do it yourself – some things, it is not too early in advance.”

Charlotte suddenly looked at him with surprise, almost speechless.

The words of the two people are unclear, as if they were playing dumb. But both of them understand that it is talking about the communication problems in this scene.

In front of both of them, there are a lot of things that have to be faced.

And let’s not mention the real thoughts of Marx’s heart; at least Charlotte’s intangible burden of forcing his family to force on her is obviously rejected.

But these things can be solved without resistance.

Perhaps one year later, two years later, she had to marry a pure-blooded witch she had never seen before, and continued the excellent bloodline of the Werther family; or she completely buried her heart and used it. Strength and means to seize their position in the family until the age of seven, and then look for the original one.

Or, arrogantly, throw away everything, walk into the family Chamber of Secrets, use that taboo to destroy the entire Werther family…

“… probably can’t be destroyed, after all, people have tried it.” Charlotte thought about it, and couldn’t help but whisper.

“What?” Marx vaguely noticed something.

Charlotte suddenly came back to his senses, and there was a fluster in her eyes. She turned her head and glanced at the back door. Fortunately, there was no movement there, and Father should not hear it.

Because she was inexplicably looking back, Marx was stunned by her long hair.

“Oh, sorry -” Charlotte quickly apologized.

Marx waved his hand and motioned for nothing, but the dance steps of the two stopped.

“Go and sit for a while, take a break!” Marx calmly said.

After Charlotte sat down, he closed his mouth abnormally and fell into meditation. To be honest, this is absolutely rare in her always smiling and laughing.

Marx sat opposite her, half leaning against the back of the chair, and began to ponder her own things.

Not long after, when the young wizard was about to come over, the door to the backyard was opened. Mr. Werther and the other two Patriarchs came in, except for Mr. Werther, the other two had a complex expression.

“Lorty 1, it’s time to go!” Mr. Werther shouted to the side.

Charlotte turned back and his face had been replaced with a relaxed and natural expression, and no longer dignified.

“Sometimes I really can’t understand, is it that you are older than me, or I am bigger than you!” She whispered back to Marx, then quickly walked over to Father.

“Do you know that boy?” Mr. Werther was curious.

Charlotte shrugged, casually said: “That is my little Junior, maybe you have heard his name.”

“Oh?” Mr. Werther was even more curious.

“His name is Marx McLorne.” Charlotte laughed, said.

Mr. Werther nodded if he remembered: “Oh, the invention of the “Hidden Potion” of Hogwarts First Year?”

The father and the daughter did not look at the men’s witches who deliberately rushed to them. They talked about the sky and walked outside the door, and soon disappeared at the gate.

In the hall, almost only Marx was sitting still in the chair. He looked at the bright moon outside the window, but his heart was searching for all the information about Charlotte’s “Werther family.”

To be honest, in the light of Charlotte’s accidental blurring, some information can still be confirmed.

“Make sure, that’s the ‘Werther’ family.” Marx secretly nodded, then stood up and walked to Ernie.

The primary purpose of today is not in Charlotte, it is purely a windfall. And some of the information he wanted, still have to start from Ernie.

It’s actually not complicated to say. For a problem that is not a secret, this has already paved the way for a whole day. Now let’s ask, today’s mission is almost complete.

Half an hour later, Marx and Ernie’s father spoke a bit and then left the Macmillan Mansion.

He can use floo powder, but it is not suitable for leaving with floo powder.

At least, it’s not quite right in front of so many people – the scene when he uses floo powder is too “eye-catching”.

When Marx came to the side of the road along the stone paving path in front of the mansion, he secretly nodded, and then pulled out the wand from the sleeve and stretched forward.

Yes, he plans to take the Knight bus back to Hogwarts.

It’s hard to be said that the route of the Knight bus is very clear, especially when you first call the car, you must pay attention to the direction of the car.

This is not, people are never following the road…

I saw a huge outline of a gorgeous purple appearing from the woods on the side of the road, and the headlights were dazzling. For a moment, it rushed across the road and stopped at Marx’s side.

That gives people the feeling that it is going to hit it!

Marx took two steps back and glanced at the front of the car. The golden letters on the windshield made up the words – the Knight bus.

“Welcome to the Knight bus, this is an emergency passenger transport for a troubled witch or a wizard. Just extend your wand and get on the bus, we can take you wherever you want. My name It’s Stan Sampaq, I am your ticket seller tonight!”

At the bus gate, a young man with a pair of ears is posing a professional smile and talking about it.

“Go to Hogwarts, thank you.” Marx inserted the wand back into the sleeve and then stepped onto the car.

“That’s a bit far, yes, sixteen silver,” said Stein. “But if you add three more silver, you can get a cup of hot chocolate. If you add four, you can get a hot water bottle and A toothbrush, the color is picked by you.”

“No,” Marx pulled out a gold Galleon. “But let me say that the hot chocolate in your car is quite expensive.”

“Yeah yeah, but that’s the best hot chocolate, it looks like a brand of muggle – this is what the Purchasing Department told me.” Stein will find a Silver West for Marx, then shrugged to echo, “But It’s really expensive, and it’s still a product of muggle… just a small cup.”

He reached out and compared it, it seems really small.

There were no seats in the car, and behind the window with the curtains, there were six beds with brass columns. Candles are placed on the brackets next to each bed to illuminate the walls of the panels. There was no one in bed at the moment, it was like a feeling of chartered.

“You sleep this,” Stein said, taking the Marx to the front of the bed and the driver sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

“This is our driver, Ern Pran; Ern, this is… well, what is your name?”

“Call me Marx, sir.” Marx ordered nodded to the driver.

Ern Prin is an older wizard wearing glasses with thick lenses and he is also facing Marx nodded.

“Come on, Ern.” Stan sat in the armchair next to Ern, whispered.

It was a huge bang, and Marx couldn’t help but lean on the bed to avoid hitting the bed. This was the result of Knight Bus’s speed throwing him back.

Really terrible, is there a gentle way to move this broken bus?

Marx stretched his neck and looked at the driver’s hand – well, although there are a lot of buttons, there is really only one gear for this stuff!

As the scenery outside the window changed like a streamer, Marx gradually adapted. Slowly, he suddenly noticed the changes.

“This stuff really can’t be ignored…” Marx looked carefully at everything around and tried to infer some magic principles.

The speed of the bus is not destined to leave him too much time.

Soon, the Knight bus has arrived.

Marx got out of the car in Stan’s farewell, and then the Knight bus went away like a gust of wind.

……

Early the next morning, when Marx just walked to the auditorium to prepare breakfast, Hermione rushed to him. And behind her, it was Harry and Ron.

“Marx, there was a witch coming to you yesterday,” Hermione said quickly. “She took Snape away and went to St. Mungo’s, saying that her mother was ill.”

After that, she added, “She looks very bad.”

“Looking for me? Who?” Marx thought about it, but didn’t think of anyone.

“She said that you are a guest of her home dinning hall!” Harry said.

“Oh, that dinning hall!” Marx nodded said. “Then I should go see it – is Snape coming back?”

At this time, the three of them shook their heads.

Marx had to shrugged: “Well, then I will go to Snape’s office first…”

He said as he walked over to Hufflepuff’s long table.

“But at least you have to fill your stomach first, don’t you?” Marx said, picking an empty plate at the table and getting some vegetable salad inside.

“What other things happened yesterday?” he asked casually as he ate the food.