Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Harry and Ron felt a little embarrassed about Hagrid’s heartfelt warnings, but their thoughts were related to their respective characters.

Of course, don’t talk about things between them for a while, because there are more important things on Marx that need to be talked about!

At ten o’clock that night, the depression in the depths of Forbidden Forest…

“Oh-oh–my darlings–” Aragog’s wife, Mosag, carefully held a small pile of oocysts with the forefoot’s tip, “I’m all my baby, but… good.” Let’s go!”

Marx reached out and took care of it in the palm of his hand – in fact, Acromantula’s child was born very small and incredibly small.

“Marx, I think you will take care of them, are you?” Mosag stared at his hand.

That’s natural. For Marx, these little guys may be as good as their own children – I mean, if there is one.

In short, his level of care for these oocysts is absolutely unusual.

“For about a month, the children will run out of their own.” At this time, Aragog came forward and said.

After Marx repeatedly promised, he bid farewell to the Aragog couple.

After all the oocysts have hatched, they will move, and if Marx wants to find them again, they will have to travel a little longer.

But this is not too important for Marx.

In the days that followed, he put these little oocysts in a candy box and brought them all day long, like a good father who cared for his own child.

For the other things that happened around him, he didn’t have time to deal with it – except those that had to be done. For example, he must give Lupin medicine on time; for example, he has to carry out the research as usual…

To this end, he missed the day to go to the Hogsmeade village to relax, but still did not miss the bad news that Buckbeak lost the lawsuit.

At noon on a certain day, after lunch time.

“Hagrid’s lawsuit was lost, Buckbeak was going to be executed…” Hermione had a letter in her hand and her lips were shaking. “Marx, can you help it?”

“Buckbeak?” Marx blinked. “Oh, the Hippogriff of Hagrid, what happened?”

He almost ignored this matter.

“Hagrid – Hagrid sent me this,” Hermione said, handing the letter to Marx.

Sheepskin stationery is wet, and the large tears make the ink blurry, and some places are difficult to identify. I don’t know if it is Hagrid’s tear stains or Hermione’s – maybe both!

——

Dear Hermione:

we lose. They allowed me to take it back to Hogwarts and the date of execution was yet to be decided. Buckbeak loves London and I won’t forget all the help you give us.

Hagrid

——

Hermione seems to be crying a bit too much recently, and her spirit seems to be very bad, so it will be sick sooner or later.

“Oh…” Marx pondered for a moment, then looked up. “This is not a major event. You have to remember: now we are in the magic circle, not the muggle world we used to live in.”

“What, what?” Hermione snorted.

“The meaning is—” Marx spread his hand and said naturally, “Hide it, don’t let people find it, isn’t it?”

“Is this really possible?” Hermione said with amazement. “I mean, can we really hide it and others can’t find it?”

“Of course, this is actually not that difficult… However, there is no appeal period, it is not yet completely desperate!” Marx comforted, “Just, this requires some special means…”

“What means?” Hermione asked quickly.

Marx reached out and patted Hermione’s shoulder, meaning profoundly: “…you don’t want to know.”

For Marx, Hagrid is a very useful friend. Although he does not make friends because of his interests, he has to say that “interests” are in Marx’s mind and really occupy a great position.

At least, when things like “friendship” are unknown, he is still willing to pay a little bit to build a deeper friendship with Hagrid.

Whether it is the past self or the present, I think this will not be a wrong decision.

“So… what do I need to do?” Hermione couldn’t help but ask.

“What to do,” Marx said calmly. “I think, if I say ‘you don’t have to do anything’, you must be safe, don’t you?”

“…you are right.” Hermione nodded, then turned away with full of uneasiness.

Marx took out the candy box from his pocket and opened it again to see a few eyes, which was enough to walk in the direction of the stairs.

Perhaps it is because a lot of things are crowded together, which makes some things that should not happen at this point in time suddenly come together.

One night before the Easter holiday, there was almost no cloud cover in the sky, and the moonlight softly sprinkled, illuminating the entire Hogwarts castle with a blue layer.

When Marx was going to do some preparatory work for Buckbeak, he saw a black dog silhouette on the edge of Forbidden Forest not far from Whomping Willow.

“It’s really hard to settle down…” Marx scratched his hair and chased it up.

However, at the moment he can’t expose something in front of Black, so he has to stay far behind, barely enough to chase it.

After that, he discovered an unusual truth about the matter – Black seems to be chasing Scabbers running?

Chasing Scabbers? just now?

Although because of the size of the body, the far-reaching ignorance is not the silhouette of the rat. But when Marx saw the black dog wandering around a big circle and rushing to the Hagrid hut, his slow speed advantage was revealed.

At the moment, Marx is a little closer to the Hagrid hut than Black.

But at this moment, a wolf screamed from the castle, mixed with pain and arrogant screams, completely breaking the quiet night sky.

“What?” Marx, who was rushing to the hut, suddenly slammed. He paused and looked back at a window on the third floor of the castle.

On the lawn not far from him, Black in the form of Animagus also turned back, and a pair of dark-eyed dog eyes fixedly looked at Hogwarts Castle.

In the eyes of two people, either shocked or contemplative, a tall, sturdy figure emerged from the window that Marx looked at. In the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight, even if it was far apart, it was The photo is complete.

Under the draped tenacious thick fur, it is a strong human body with a muscular bulge. It is lightly swayed by one hand and climbing the window along the outer wall. Jumping on top will tell you that the hidden power is absolutely explosive.

Under the support of pure physical strength, the silhouette leaped high and fell heavily, leaping on the spires of the castle, straight to the side of Marx.

Leaving a little closer, even its face can be seen clearly – it was a horrible wolf head, and the mouth screamed infrequently, and shocked countless students living in the tower.

The lights in the castle gradually light up, and things seem to move away towards the direction of the unpackable.

“I look so delicious?” Marx pulled out wand and shouted back to Black. “Go chase the rat, here I will deal with it.”

“Do you do it? Werewolf is not so good to deal with, don’t use the knowledge in your class to set it!” Black loudly said.

“It’s always a drag, you hurry.” Marx waved his hand and then moved towards Lupin, who had become a werewolf, greeted him.

“Professor Lupin!” Marx screamed tentatively, but apparently didn’t do anything.

Although he is not very clear, why the effect of wolfbane potion has not been played out – perhaps Lupin forgot to drink, or there may be other mistakes, who knows?

He has no time to ponder over this.

It was almost a blink of an eye, and the other side had already approached Marx, and the distance between them was even less than 10 feet.

Lupin, who was caught in madness and bloodthirsty, raised his sharp claw, and Marx could even see the cold light reflected by the moon.

“Stupefy!”

A scarlet red fire was blown at a very close distance on Lupin’s hairy chest. The Mars of magic power was splashed by violent impact, and Lupin swayed and took a few steps back.

The magic defensive power of werewolf is not inferior to the physical defense. Even if we use the perverted physical healing ability of werewolf, it may not be known that the magic defense is better.

Marx’s Stunning Spell didn’t work very well.

“It’s really trouble…”

At school, all sorts of concerns made Marx simply unable to make more of the ability to cope with the battle, and Lupin as a combat object made him a little bit shy.

“Swift.” He muttered, but the speed had to be suppressed to the extent that he barely managed to avoid Lupin’s claws, and the scene seemed to be breathtaking.

Marx pulled a syringe from his waist and tried to use the potion to let Lupin fall asleep. But when I have to take care of the power of werewolf, it is a very bad thing to approach him and to inject the potion injection path werewolf.

The spells of Lupin, one after another, slammed into the fury state, but instead of suppressing it, the more they angered him. Although Marx understands that the prestigious lack of endurance of the werewolf will cause Lupin to quickly succumb, but time is not the other.

Just then, Marx decisively pointed the wand to the ground…