Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Not long before Hermione was taken away by Ron, in the headmaster room…

“McLorne, what do you think is this?” Dumbledore picked up his candlestick on the table with wand, the top of the three candles, and a bunch of translucent black flames without wind and swaying.

This is Dumbledore taking it from the soul of Selene mother with a spell unknown to Marx.

“I don’t know, according to Selene, this thing should be provoked in the Manchak swamp…” Marx sat across from him, a little hesitant. “Maybe something related to the voodoo of Voodoo?” ”

Dumbledore nodded, but shook his head again.

“Maybe there is some connection, but I think it should be more ancient.” He slowly said, “…the swamp of the United States should not be close, at least not at the moment, this matter must be kept in mind.”

Dumbledore is already saying this for the second time. Although Marx doesn’t know the details, it’s not easy to get Dumbledore’s many things.

“As for her soul -“

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the mother of Selene, which was suspended in the middle of the headmaster room.

“It’s almost impossible to get her soul back to life,” Dumbledore said. “Unfortunately, I don’t have much to offer.”

“If you have the ability to go to the swamp in the future, you may find some clues – leave her here before me! If you stabilize her near-resolved Remnant Soul, at least hope to survive. “”

Marx thought about it, nodded agreed: “That would be a problem, I think Selene thinks so.”

After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, Marx left the headmaster room and planned to go to the “snow witch” overnight – Selene must wait very anxiously.

But when he went downstairs, he faintly heard the sound of a female child sobbing.

It should be just around the corner of the front corridor.

Marx walked a few steps in confusion, and then saw a pair of armor’s legs showing a tangled brown long hair.

“Hermione?”

The female child was shocked by the sudden popping out of her voice. She stretched her elbows to the side and happened to hit the arm of the armor. I only heard a hua la sound, and the armor would fall down.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” Marx pulled the wand from his sleeve and grabbed it all before the armor fell to the ground.

He seemed to wave his wand at random, and the armor was automatically assembled and re-established in the same place.

“Don’t panic, it’s me Hermione.” Marx calmly said, “What’s wrong?”

Hermione stood up and stood up, staring at him in tears, and then brief remarked the ground to grab his robe. The teardrops of the beans quickly spilled from the eyelids and slipped down the cheeks.

“What happened? Can you talk to me?” Marx wondered as he glanced at the hand holding his robe and asked strangely.

He was too busy recently, and he barely noticed what the young lions were doing – well, except for Ron’s rat.

Hermione just shook her head hard and refused to say anything.

“That’s it, don’t say it, don’t say it…” Marx whispered. “Or else, go to Hogsmeade with me for a while? Sometimes, relax…”

“…that’s a violation of the rules.” Hermione sucked her nose and hoarse.

The little McGonagall, who is crying when he is crying, is still paying attention to these.

“Then you are strolling so late, isn’t it also against the school rules?” Marx spread his hand.

He didn’t say anything about it. Now, Hermione’s tears seem to be getting more and more turbulent. She sobbed and ran her head straight into Marx’s chest.

“Hey! You are Jenny Turtle!” Marx quickly grabbed Hermione’s shoulder, but Hermione raised her head at the moment, and there were only a few inches between her faces.

The two look at each other in dismay, and the scene looks very embarrassing.

Hermione doesn’t know what’s going on with her, why is it suddenly…

“…cough cough.”

Both Marx and Hermione heard an abrupt cough, and Hermione took a step back and almost hit the wall.

“Professor Snape? Harry?” Marx turned his head and immediately saw the two men standing at the corner.

Harry and Snape’s face were surprisingly similar, and it was a subtle feeling of seeing something that shouldn’t be seen.

“…I think you should go to Filch to reflect on it!” Snape suddenly glared at Harry’s collar and turned decisively downstairs.

He didn’t see Marx and Hermione, even though Harry was still unclear.

“…I think I should go back.” Hermione said, and he hurried away.

Marx pondered for a while in the same place, and he said to himself: “It seems that Tucao is just instinct, not part of emotions and emotions…”

He muttered and went all the way to the castle.

……

It wasn’t until late at night that Harry returned to the Dormitory from Filch’s office and everyone was already asleep.

He didn’t think much about what he saw when he saw Marx and Hermione. He just thought that Snape was really good for Marx, and even the Hermione was let go.

Poor he copied the rules of the middle of the night in Filch’s office, and his hands were quickly copied before he left.

After a while, the tired, tired Harry felt as if he was asleep immediately…

He made a strange dream. He was walking in the woods, and Firebolt was on his shoulders, and he was following what silver white was going. This thing marched in the woods, and he could only see it in the gap between the leaves.

He was anxious to catch up with it, and he stepped up, but he went faster, and his goal was faster, and Harry couldn’t help but run.

He heard the hoof in front of him also speeded up.

They are like running, he can hear the sound of running in front. Then he turned a corner and went to an empty place, so –

“ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh -! No, no, no, no, no!”

Harry suddenly woke up as if his face had been hit. He completely lost his way in the dark, he fumbled for the curtain of the all around –

At this time, he heard movement around him, and Seamus Finnigan’s voice came from the other side of the room.

“What?” Harry thought he heard the sound of the Dormitory door closing.

He finally found the opening of the curtain and opened the curtain. At the same time, Dean Thomas lit the light.

Ron sat up on the bed, and the curtain was pulled aside, his face was an expression of extreme fear.

“Black!Sirius Black! He is holding a blade!”

“what?”

“Just here! Just now! He broke the bed! Woke me up!”

“You must not be dreaming, Ron?” Dean asked.

“Look at the credit! I tell you, he was here just now!” Ron said terrifiedly.

They all climbed out of bed, and Harry first came to the Dormitory door and they ran down the stairs at full speed. Behind them, a fan of the Dormitory door opened, and many sleepy voices asked them.

“Who was yelling?” “What are you doing?”

The embers in the fireplace illuminate the common room, where there is a lot of rubbish left by the party, and the interior is empty.

“You must not be dreaming, Ron?”

“I tell you, I saw him!”

At this time, several girls came down from the stairs, draped in pajamas and yawned.

“What are the so many voices?” “Professor McGonagall told us to go to bed!”

Then, the boys also appeared one after another.

“Great, will the party go on?” Fred De Weasley also appeared, he said cheerfully.

“Everyone is going back upstairs!” Percy said loudly.

He was busy rushing to the common room, talking as he put his Head Boy’s badge on his pajamas.

“Percy – Sirius Black!” Ron said weakly. “In our dormitory! Holding a knife! Woke me up!”

Common room emergency silence.

“Nonsense!” Percy looked scared. “You eat too much, Ron – you have a nightmare—”

“I tell you–“

“Okay, enough, stop talking!” Professor McGonagall is back.

After she walked into the common room, she closed the hole in the portrait behind her on the “peng” and looked around all around.

“Gryffindor won the game, I am very happy, but you are so ridiculous now! Percy, I was counting on you to have a better performance!”

“I definitely didn’t let them do this, teach!” Percy tried to make herself look more serious, even though he was wearing pajamas at the moment, not to mention the Head Boy badge, it looked a bit funny.

“I am asking them to go back to bed! My younger brother Ron had a nightmare -“

“Not a nightmare!” Ron cried, “Professor, I woke up, Sirius Black stood in front of me, holding a blade!”

Professor McGonagall stared at him.

“Don’t provoke what a joke, Weasley. How can he pass the hole in the portrait?”

“Ask him!” Ron twirled his finger on the back of Sir Cadogan’s portrait. “Ask him if he saw it–“

Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron in disbelief and pushed the picture away and walked out.

The entire common room was holding your breath.

“Sir Cadogan, have you just let a man walk into the Gryffindor Tower?”

“Of course, madam!” cried Cadogan.

Everyone was surprised by the speechless, both inside and outside the common room.

“You – have you done this?” Professor McGonagall asked strangely, “but – but the password!”

“He has a password!” Sir Cadogan said proudly. “There is a password for the entire week, madam! Read it out from a small piece of paper!”

Professor McGonagall walked back from the cave of the portrait. In the face of these students who had a brief reef, she looked like a chalk.

“Which one,” she trembled, looking a bit unbelievable. “Which ignorant fool wrote this week’s password, and it’s still everywhere?”

The scene was silent, and then, a tiny, frightened voice broke the silence.

Neville Longbottom swayed from his feet wearing fluffy slippers to the tip of his hair, and he slowly raised his hand.