Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Because of the unexpected situation last night, the Marx in Tyrande did not finish.

Starting today, it is the day of the exam.

Marx treats the exam and always gives a feeling of carelessness. This time, everyone thinks that he seems to be more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of the exam week, Marx sneaked to Hogsmeade. After all, there is still a part of the Gold Galleon that is not taken back in Tyrande!

However, it is okay to say no; this goes, but Marx is more and more feeling that he is wasting his time.

According to Tyrande, he has to go at least half a year, and in the first half of the year, potion’s sales rights have returned to Marx’s hands – this is all money!

Anyway, he has to re-find a seller to cooperate, even if it is temporary, it is better.

The research on magic requires a lot of gold Galleon to support him. In the magic material, Marx, who has long been used to it, is really a little comfortable.

Just before the end of the exam, Cornelius Fudge appeared in the school.

Fudge still wore his pinstriped cloak, sweating slightly on his forehead, he didn’t look too good, and dark circles appeared around his eyes.

Just then, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam, and Harry was staring at him at this moment!

“Harry, hello!” Fudge said. “I just finished the exam, isn’t it? Is it finished?”

“Yes.” Harry ordered nodded, tentatively and simply replied.

Hermione and Ron were not interested in talking to the Ministry of Magic, and they walked around in the back.

“The weather is so good,” Fudge said, his eyes falling on the lake. “Unfortunately… a pity…”

He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

“I came here to perform an unpleasant mission, Harry. Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures asked for a witness who was mad at the Hippogriff while there was a winged beast. It happened that I needed it for some things. When I visited Hogwarts, they invited me to join.”

“That is to say, have you heard the appeal?” Ron walked forward and interrupted.

“No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon.” Fudge said, turning his head and glanced at Ron.

“Then you may be a witness who can’t execute the death penalty!” Ron exclaimed. “The Hippogriff may have nothing to do with the winged beast!”

Fudge hadn’t had time to answer, and the two wizards came out of the castle gate behind him.

One is very old, like a dying Old Huang melon; the other is tall and well-proportioned with some sparse scorpion on the chin.

And just beside them, Marx is calmly walking with them.

The very old wizard looked at Hagrid’s cabin with a squint, then turned his head and said to Marx with a soft voice: “Hey, hey… I am too old, I am afraid I can’t do this…”

“This has nothing to do with old age, things that should not be done, of course, still do not do well.” Next to him, the tall man coldly said.

At this time, Marx shrugged said: “I think that’s right, Mr. McNeil.”

……

Marx’s last exam was divination, coincidentally with Harry and Ron, and Hermione was a muggle study.

When Marx came to the front of the classroom, he saw many students sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the Divination classroom – everyone seemed to want to hold Merlin’s thighs for the last moment.

“She wants to see us separately.” Marx heard Harry, Neville was talking. “Who have you seen anything in the crystal ball?”

The team outside the classroom shortened very slowly. When someone walked down the silver staircase, the rest of them whispered and asked: “What did she ask? Passed?”

However, everyone refused to answer this question.

“She said that the crystal ball told her that if I told you, I would encounter terrifying things!” Neville came down the stairs, he walked to Harry and Ron, then screamed.

The two men have now reached the platform.

“That’s right,” Ron said scornfully. “You know, I’m starting to think that Hermione says she’s right, she’s an old liar.”

“Yes.” Harry looked at his watch and found that it was already two o’clock. “I only hope she can hurry up…”

The next one is Ron, then Harry. When it was Marx’s turn, time was nearly 40 minutes.

By the way, when Harry came down, the expression on his face looked very strange.

“What’s wrong?” Marx greeted him and asked, “Is Professor Trelawny saying something?”

“She just told me…”

Harry’s words were just halfway, and Professor Trelawny’s voice was passed: “Marx McLorne!”

“Hey, I want to wait a little longer -” Harry hesitated.

“No, just now.” Marx interrupted him and urged him to say, “Hurry up, it won’t take a few seconds.”

“Well… I think, Professor Trelawny seems to have made a real prediction,” Harry said, thinking about it and shaking his head. “No, I am not sure, but she just said…”

“……Say what?”

“She said—” “Mr. Mr. Marlorne, is it here?”

Harry looked at Marx again, but Marx just waved his hand and motioned him.

“She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, re-emerged, and became very powerful… What else did she say, ‘There is greater filth that will come to the world with the return of the Dark Lord’. Later she said It’s getting more and more vague, I can’t hear it…” Harry said. “But, to put it this way, Voldemort seems to be…”

“It’s going to come back…” Marx frowned, suddenly said, “Harry, remember, read the Occlumency notes I gave you, and try to learn as soon as possible.”

His tone became very serious: “Trust me, this is good for you, for us!”

“Yes… why is this? What does the curse do?” Harry asked doubtfully.

Marx is trying to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawny is already calling for the third time.

“… In short, it’s because of the scar on your forehead.” Marx said, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

……

When Marx came to the classroom of the exam, he immediately discovered that the tower room was hotter than ever.

The curtains here were all pulled tightly, and the fire was burning in the fire, and the air was filled with a nausea.

Marx frowned, going to Professor Trelawny – she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of him.

“It’s not a good thing to delay time,” seems to be because waiting for a while, which makes her expression a bit awkward, “…well, look at this crystal ball, now give you time… Then, you tell me What did you see inside…”

Marx leaned over and looked at the crystal ball, but no matter what he looked at, he couldn’t see anything except the rotating white mist.

In fact, Marx has worked hard for divination, but he is afraid that he will not understand this subject in his life.

Marx took out a small potion bottle with his hand under the edge of the table and quietly unplugged the stopper.

“Hey…” Professor Trelawny asked on time, “What have you seen?”

The heat in the room burned and the liquid in the bottle evaporated quickly, at least faster than Marx imagined.

He then licked his nose and applied some ointment to his nose.

“Oh… I saw one, um… a small, long-tailed thing…” Marx said anything with a sigh of relief – anyway, he has been thinking about Pettigrew Peter all the time.

“What is that thing like?” Professor Trelawny asked mysteriously. “Now, think about it…”

“…” Marx is waiting for the effect of the liquid to play out. “I think, is that… mouse?”

“Is it?” Professor Trelawny quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap. “I think, you seem to see… um…”

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes became confused.

“Oh, sorry… I think…” Trelawny squinted and his eyes became more and more fascinated.

It was only after a long time that Trelawny suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes began to turn around.

“Is it really?” Marx concentrated and prepared to listen.

However, in the next moment, Trelawny closed his eyes and fell asleep on the table.

Marx couldn’t help curl one’s lip, just took the record on the table and pulled out wand and pointed it twice. Suddenly, the line of predictions exactly the same as Trelawny’s handwriting.

On the record sheet, he left the prediction that Buckbeak was executed.

If this happens, then at least his Divination score this year will not be too bad.

Just as he put the record back, ready to wake Trelawny, and then whispered a few words, she twitched a few times, then a dull and hoarse voice rang under her arm.

“Death… will always be with you… sin, will dance with you… your destiny will be intertwined with the disaster… no… no!”

Having said that, Trelawny jerked his head up, and the trembling, bloodshot eyes stared straight at Marx, and even a sick redness appeared on his face.

“Don’t – hit – open!” She screamed, shouting with a strange voice like a man and a woman.

The voice is like a suffocating person calling for help, and a mourning for the dead. Marx can’t tell whether she is warning him or is watching someone who doesn’t exist scream.

This is a true prophecy, but it is never clear that it can be predicted.