Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In everyone’s memory, which game is approaching is not as full of fire medicinal smell as this one.

Even if Malfoy is inexplicably no longer everywhere, the other students of Slytherin House are still in opposition to the Gryffindors.

A number of minor incidents occurred in the corridor, which eventually turned into a vicious incident. As a result, a Gryffindor Fourth Year student and a Slytherin Sixth Year student lived in the school hospital, and their ears were squirting out.

As the days passed, the tension between the two teams and the two houses had reached a point where they could be reached.

Especially Harry, his days have been particularly bad.

On his way to class, there was always someone from Slytherin who stretched out his legs to make him fall to the ground; Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went, seeing a disappointed look around someone around Harry, slouching away .

About Malfoy couldn’t do it himself, and he secretly told his followers to look for opportunities.

Wood had already ordered that Harry had to be with him wherever he was, in case someone from Slytherin made Harry unable to play.

As a result, the entire Gryffindor Academy enthusiastically accepted the challenge and made Harry always late for class because there was always a lot of people around him.

On the eve of the game, all the daily activities of the Gryffindor common room stopped, and even Hermione put down the book.

“I can’t read a book, I can’t concentrate…” She was nervous and nervous.

Although there must be anxiety about the Buckbeak case, the noise around is probably the most important factor – Fred and George, in order to relieve the pressure, said that the sound of life is louder and more exaggerated than usual.

“You will perform very well.” Hermione had to comfort Harry to distract her attention.

“You have Firebolt!” Ron also said.

“Yeah…” Harry thought his stomach was groaning.

At this point, Wood suddenly stood up and yelled: “Team, sleep!”

Everyone suddenly felt like relaxed, and finally it was another day.

To be honest, Harry didn’t sleep well—he was always having a nightmare, and the dreams were all about the game.

When he suddenly woke up from his dreams, he remembered that the game had not yet been held, but he was lying in bed safely!

Harry, who came back to his senses, suddenly felt very thirsty. He tried to sneak out of the bed and pour himself some water from the silver jar under the window.

It is still late at night, and it can be seen from the window that the moonlight is coated with a layer of silver on the silent lawn. There is no wind blowing the treetops of Forbidden Forest tonight, and Whomping Willow is motionless, a natural and harmless look.

It seems that the conditions of the game seem to be perfect.

But just when Harry put down the cup and was about to go back to bed and continue to sleep for a while, there was something outside the window that caught his eye – there was an animal on the lawn!

Harry rushed to the side of the bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put it on, then ran back to the window.

It must not be “ominous”…at least not now… don’t happen just before the game!

He looked at the playground outside the window and searched for a moment, he found it.

At this point it is moving quietly on the edge of Forbidden Forest.

No, okay! It wasn’t “ominous”, it was a cat – Harry grabbed the window sill relaxed.

He recognized the brush-like tail, it was just Crookshanks… Wait, is it just Crookshanks?

Harry squinted and his nose pressed against the windowpane, and Crookshanks seemed to stop.

Harry can be sure that he saw something else in the tree shadow.

After a while, it appeared: a huge black dog that sneaked through the lawn and Crookshanks walked next to it.

Harry stared wide-eyed.

What does it mean? If Crookshanks can also see the dog, how is it a sign of Harry’s death?

“en?”

Not finished yet, when the black dog walked a few steps forward, another silhouette came out of the woods – it turned out to be Marx?

“Ron!” Harry whispered, “Ron! Wake up!”

“Hey?” Ron muttered in bed.

“Come and see! Fast!” Harry continued to yell.

“It’s so dark outside, Harry,” Ron muttered vaguely. “What are you doing?”

“Come here–“

Harry hurried back to look out the window, but Crookshanks and the dog were gone, and even Marx was not there. He climbed onto the window sill and saw the shadow of the castle, but they were not there.

Where have they been?

At this moment, the loud snoring from behind told Harry: Ron fell asleep again.

……

When Harry couldn’t find it, and finally had to continue lying down on the bed under helpless, Marx walked out at some corner.

“Black Uncle, it seems that you can’t visit Harry this time,” he whispered. “He can wake up at this moment!”

Black in the form of Animagus shook his head and said that he had to go back first.

“Go back with something to eat!” Marx said, pulling out a cloth bag from his waist. “But I only prepared dry food on my body and I can fill it up.”

Black was silent, nodded, biting his mouth, then turned and ran to Whomping Willow.

“Crookshanks, what about you?” Marx bent down and hugged the cat.

Crookshanks snorted in his arms and licked Marx’s arm with his head, revealing a relative.

Marx thought about it and immediately took it to the castle.

Not long after, he came to the responsive room, and after he put down Crookshanks, he took out a few thick notes – this is his transfiguration note. If the amount of notes is taken, transfiguration is undoubtedly the most. A subject.

A variety of materials, a variety of physics, magical nature, all need to rely on memory to memorize one by one, the time and energy required is really extraordinary.

Today, Marx is also considered a Small Accomplishment on transfiguration. Whether to try the problem of Animagus deformation is still a major obstacle in his heart.

“In the end, it is still a question of success rate.”

Marx casually looked at the notes, one by one, but he was still thinking about the choice of the second choice.

Suddenly, he slammed his hand “peng” and closed it. “Of course, time is running out, it can’t be consumed any more…”

After all, he took out a bunch of tools and began to draw a rune map on the smooth floor.

This rune array is very simple and consists of only a few dozen symbols – this is just to maintain the stability of the magic power within its range.

Later, Marx took out two more potion bottles and unplugged the cork at the edge of the rune array so that if something went wrong, it could be taken in time.

When everything was ready, Marx took out the wand and held it in his own hands, then stood in the middle of the rune map.

Animagus’s deformation needs to be practiced again and again, but it is necessary to use wand to maintain the stable release of magic power, but only when the first attempt is made.

This is undoubtedly a rather reckless challenge for Marx. Because even with such a preparation, the predictable success rate is still less than 70% – in Marx’s mind, this is definitely a fairly low reference.

“I really don’t understand how those guys succeeded…” Marx frowned said. “It’s a pity that the side effects of Fuling agent are too great. Otherwise, if you can use a bottle, you should improve your success rate.”

If it is simple to say, the Animagus deformation is actually a permanent transfiguration that acts on the use spell itself. But for ordinary wizard, the biggest difficulty in practicing this spell is psychological.

In order to calmly control the physical properties of the body, there is no certain degree of psychological quality that can not be completed.

At this point, Marx has no pressure.

I saw him kneel down and added a final stroke to the rune map. He left the fountain pen far away and stepped on the magic power input point in the center of the array.

Suddenly, the blue fluorescence of the whole room was illuminating.

Marx closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then his eyes suddenly opened, and the right hand swayed wand decisively against his own eyebrows.

Just as the tip of wand touched his skin, his whole person began to tremble slightly.

It was a tiny, yet very regular, tremor that showed Marx’s precise control silently.

As the tremors gradually increased, Marx seemed to melt, and even with clothes and wand, they gathered together into a mass of muddy material.

Moreover, it is constantly shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking…

Marx What is this going to be?

No one can guess when the deformation has not been completed. What makes people wonder is that the mass of the mass is still shrinking – it will shrink if it shrinks again!

Finally, the mass of material has been reduced to about five centimeters in diameter and stopped.

Then, it stretched a little longer, gradually sketched out a refined shape, and the color began to enrich. When the image became clear, Marx’s first Animagus transformation finally succeeded…

Marx blinked and seemed to have not fully adapted, and it was awkward.

When he took a step, he threw himself on the floor – he wanted to hold it with his hand, but he thought, and there was no support in the hurry!

When he stood up again, he was immediately attracted by the slowly clear vision.

In Marx’s eyes, the surrounding World has become extremely huge, the ceiling is as wide as the real sky, and the floor is as innocent as the earth.

Then he twisted his neck and looked at his body. He couldn’t help but swear in his heart—what is this bird thing?