Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…Mr. Mr. McLorne, that’s the way it is,” Selene said. “To be honest, Mother just fainted for a moment, and soon woke up. So we didn’t care too much.”

“But later, Mother’s body became weaker and weaker… We also went to St. Mungo’s to see it many times, but I still couldn’t find out why.”

Marx nodded, suddenly asked: “So, there is nothing else in that swamp?”

Selene shook his head. “No… or we didn’t see anything. After all, the poisonous fog was too strong, and there was no way to go deep.”

“Manchak Swamp…” Marx pondered, “Ghost Swamp… Voodoo…”

Each and everyone’s vocabulary is drawn from his mouth, and that is some information he knows.

But after a while, Marx finally shook his head.

“There must be a field trip to the US side… I will send your mother back to the bedroom first, and then I will think of a way… at least I have to get the things attached to my soul first.” Marx Said so.

“…in the state of your mother, it is already at a tipping point, and it is absolutely impossible for us to come back from the United States.”

This time the problem is really troublesome. As far as Marx is concerned, he has no confidence that Selene’s mother can be fully recovered.

The soul that has been swallowed up can still make those things re-discharge?

“It seems that I have to trouble Headmaster Dumbledore this time…” Marx rubbed his brow furrow and thought in his heart.

To be honest, although it is a matter of the soul, Selene mother’s situation has nothing to do with his own emotional closure, which is already identifiable.

But judging by reason, it is a matter of right to stay away from this obvious trouble – in fact, Snape is probably doing this.

Marx, who has been negating this way of judging and trying to find his own emotions, has not chosen to evade.

Besides, he is really interested in the gadget that can only devour the soul.

From the “snow witch”, there was heavy snow outside, and it seemed that it could not stop for a while.

Marx tightened his robe and stared at the snow to the secret passage…

The Hogwarts Castle is still empty, and the students are still enjoying a happy holiday, and it will be empty for a while.

But Dumbledore never has much time to spend on vacation.

At this point, he also sorted out various materials in the headmaster room, and by the way, prepared the documents for the Ministry of Magic. To be honest, Dumbledore is really free in a few days.

Just as he was immersed in various things, he seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked up and looked at the door.

At the same time, after a few regular knocks, a voice came in.

“…Professor Dumbledore, I am Marx · McLorne, there are things that need your help.”

Upon hearing this sound, the wrinkles on Dumbledore’s face seemed to stretch out.

He has been waiting, waiting for McLorne, the child, to come and ask for help – even if it is a little bit busy.

This child is really smart and very assertive. From the point of view of his dealings with people and dealing with things, it seems that there is not much to worry about.

He is not like Tom Riddle, he is better than Tom and more capable. What Dumbledore valued was the sincere heart that he hid deeply.

As a wizard, a wizard that will eventually be powered up is especially important.

At the moment, McLorne, the child, is embarking on the old road he once gave up. The road was too rough and hard, and the burden to bear was pressed one by one, and Dumbledore could not go on.

He is really worried about whether this child will be crushed, crushed, and gone wrong in the confusion.

As a teacher who taught students like Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to wait this time.

He will not rush to encourage the students he values, but he will not interfere and forcibly correct. What he is doing is just to trust a smart child and give pointers when he is actively seeking help, nothing more.

“Please come in.” Dumbledore sang.

The door opened automatically, and Marx without the slightest hesitation came in quickly.

“Professor,” Marx said. “The thing about the witch yesterday must have been heard by you—”

Dumbledore ordered nodded, indicating that he would continue to say.

“When I went to visit her mother today, I found some strange conditions.” Marx continued. “I judged that St. Mungo’s healer misdiagnosed her mother’s illness, so I personally did a check for her mother. ”

He aggravated his tone and said solemnly: “I found something strange in her mother’s soul – it is a kind of smoke-like thing, they are constantly feeding and swallowing the soul…”

“And now, her mother’s soul is incomplete.”

Dumbledore couldn’t help but feel his face.

Devouring the soul, anything that involves this situation is generally not a trivial matter.

Then, Marx simply said something about the Manchak Swamp, but Dumbledore immediately shook his head.

“I know that place,” he said calmly. “You can’t go there without a last resort.”

After all, he said to Marx: “Bring her mother here… or, do you want me to help me?”

Marx shook his head. “No, it’s just this thing. It’s a bit beyond my ability. For the soul, I only know some fur.”

“For the time being, there is absolutely no way to start, and her mother can’t wait.”

Dumbledore stared at Marx for a moment, and said, “That’s it, McLorne, bring her to me.”

After Marx thanked him, he left in a hurry.

“The mind is very firm and the goal is very clear…” Dumbledore looked at the door that had been closed, secretly nodded, “lost the feelings, but did not immerse in this efficiency and clear mentality, still affirming the past Own… This is the most valuable.”

……

After New Year’s Day, everyone went back to school, and Scabbers also unexpectedly returned to Ron’s bed, which made him happy – but it looked even more listless.

The next day, the school started class.

In the cold January morning, I spent two hours on the playground. This was the last thing everyone wanted to do; but Hagrid raised a lot of fires, there were fire monsters, let everyone have fun, and the students got a section. It’s a very special lesson – they collect dead leaves and leaves to keep the fire, while the lizards who like the flames jump on the cracked, reddish wood blocks.

Divination in the first quarter of the new semester is much worse than this.

Professor Trelawny now teaches them how to learn, and she tells Harry the time she has, the lifeline of his hand is the shortest she has ever seen.

Soon, the morning class is over.

“He’s still sick, isn’t he?” Ron is Professor Lupin who said the last class in the morning.

They are walking in the hallway and are going to have lunch.

“What do you think of him?” Ron curiously.

Just then, there was a loud and impatient “beep” sound behind them. It was Hermione, who had been sitting under a armor and sorting out her bag. There are too many books, and the books are not close together.

“What are you doing to us?” Ron asked her impatiently.

“That’s the car horn…” Harry was afraid that Ron couldn’t understand, and he explained.

“Nothing,” Hermione said proudly, putting the bag back on her shoulder.

“No, what’s there,” Ron said. “I just said that I don’t know what’s wrong with Lupin, you just –“

“Ah, isn’t that obvious?” Hermione said, with a sense of superiority that made people crazy.

“If you don’t want to tell us, then don’t say it!” Ron loudly said.

“Okay,” Hermione said arrogantly, and left after he finished.

“She doesn’t know,” Ron said, glaring at Hermione angrily. “She just wants us to talk to her again that’s all.”

Harry shrugged said: “You should be polite. Hermione didn’t specifically find Professor McGonagall for Scabbers… although Scabbers was gone…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ron sighed. “Well, I think I should… but I can’t help but see her look!”

“She still resisted telling Professor McGonagall about Firebolt, and you can bear it!” Harry is in a good mood now, he has to ride the best broom on the field!

And recently, his Patronus Charm is becoming more and more skilled, which is also an exciting thing.

“Let’s continue to talk about the issue of Professor Lupin…”

A week after the start of the semester, Ravenclaw and Slytherin played for the first time.

Slytherin won, but the score is very close.

According to Wood, this is good news for the Gryffindor team. Because if Gryffindor wins Ravenclaw, it will still rank second.

So Wood increased the training time to five times a week – which meant that Harry had only two nights a week to do homework.

Even so, Harry didn’t look as tired as Hermione.

Hermione chose too many classes, and the burden of the course finally appeared on her.

Every night, Hermione always appears in the corner of the common room, with tables on the front of the table: arithmetic charts, various magic dictionaries, illustrations of muggle lifting heavy objects, and a wide range of notes. . . . She rarely talks to others. If someone disturbs her, she will be sullen when she speaks.

“How did she cope?”

One night, Ron yelled at Harry, and Harry was about to finish a Snape paper on all kinds of undetectable poisons.

Harry looked up and Hermione was sitting behind a pile of crumbling books, and people couldn’t see it.

“She recently looked like Marx…” Harry said, “Well… what to deal with?”