Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Come out, Bellatrix.”

Marx trembled wand, swaying the dust that was ignited around him, and coldly watching the lonely woman who had shrunk into it, calmly said.

“What are you going to do!” Bellatrix picked up long hair, a pair of red eyes staring at Marx, and the pupils flashed with crazy colors.

“Don’t want to come out?” Marx asked coldly.

He does not have to pretend that, in his current state, his face is expressionless and looks like a big, ignorant, small villain.

Although he has been growing up for a long time, his childish appearance has exposed his age.

“Of course I think!” Bellatrix stood up, but kept watching Marx’s wand, expression fearing the earth. “I am waiting all the time… waiting for the host to pick me up! I have always believed that the master will come!” He will not forget his loyal servant!”

“But… why are you going to let me out?” She looked at the fierce, watching Marx as if she was looking at something extremely dangerous, and every second was alert.

Marx stepped a step toward the side of the door and had a cold smile on his face.

“Although I don’t care what your host is going to do, but there is no doubt that he has returned -“

“What! Really? Where is he?” Bellatrix was shocked by the news. She didn’t even care about Marx, and she was carrying a dangerous breath, just like grabbing Marx’s sleeves.

“I am here to take you to see him…” Marx didn’t care about the dirty hands that clung to his sleeves. He just said carelessly. “Want to see him? Want to go back to him?” ——”

“Oh, I mean…Tom Riddle.”

“You dare to call the name of the Dark Lord! This is unforgivable-!” Bellatrix reached out and tried to slap on Marx’s face.

However, the next moment, she was like a broken kite flying out of the line, hitting the wall heavily.

“Then call him Dark Lord…” Marx doesn’t care. “The name is just a code name. In my opinion, someone who changes his ‘real name’ casually… oh…”

“Okay, keep up!” Marx didn’t say much. He turned and walked to the other side of the corridor.

Not long after, when Marx appeared at the gate of Azkaban’s fort, he had gathered a lot of people behind him. Most of them seem to be sick. It seems that “happiness” has been away from them for a long time…

Even so, the basic judgment of these guys is still somewhat residual. To say that it can last for a long time in Azkaban, which of these people is not a firm product of willpower?

However, when they glared at Marx, they waved the dementor, even when the wand was not used. Whether he is crazy or a little sensible, he can’t help but feel fear.

In their view, Marx is simply a new student generation Dark Lord – even if Voldemort is always a master that can’t be replaced in their hearts, but the fear of power, but instinctively give them a deep impression.

“peng!”

Marx said nothing, holding up wand and letting out a bright fire, it instantly burst at high altitude, tearing open the endless night sky over Azkaban.

In a flash, two large and one small silhouettes fluttered from the distant horizon, and the distance was close. The talents found that it was a Hippogriff with a winged beast and a big owl.

It was Hippogriff Buckbeak and his owl Marf who were rescued by Marx.

On Buckbica’s paws, carrying a large parcel, Marx removed the signal as a fire, and made a Levitation charm to take the parcel.

“One person, go with me to the Quiddich World Cup,” Marx sneered. “It’s all right! I think, your master will like it.”

The parcel was opened, and a bunch of broomsticks and a lot of new wands that looked exactly the same were all scattered.

“For the Dark Lord!” Bellatrix yelled wildly, and around her, there was a scream of attachment.

There are dark clouds gathering in the distant sky. It seems that the rainstorm that has just stopped is coming to Azkaban again.

……

At this moment, Harry was struggling to follow the dark and damp path and headed for the village. There was silence in the four places, only to hear their footsteps.

As they passed through the village, the sky slowly lit up, and the original darkness gradually became dark blue.

Harry’s hands and feet were frozen. Mr. Weasley kept looking at the watch.

They began to climb the mountain, and from time to time they were smashed by the hidden rabbit hole, or stepped on the black lacquered, slimy grass leaves, and they could not speak out.

Every time Harry gasped, he felt a tingling in his chest and his legs gradually moved away. At this moment, he finally found his feet on the ground.

“Hey,” Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and rubbed it with his jersey. Gasping for breath said, “Yes, we arrived very punctually – there are still ten minutes!”

Luna was the last to climb to the top of the mountain. She looked a little physically weak – but Hermione in front of her seemed to be no better.

“Now we just need to find the portkey,” Mr. Weasley said, wearing glasses and squinting on the ground. “Not too big… find it…”

Everyone is about to spread out to find, but Luna can reach for a finger.

“there.”

“Oh! That’s right!” Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass. “Miss Lovegood, your eyes are really sharp… I think if you go to the Quiddich team, it must be a Excellent Seeker!”

At this time, on the other side of the hill, the starlight twinkling night sky set off two tall silhouettes.

“Amos!” said Mr. Weasley, laughing and striding towards the man who called him.

Others quickly followed.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a brown beard, and the man had something in his other hand, like a moldy old boot.

“I will tell you about this, this is Amos Diggory.” Mr. Weasley said, “He works in the management department of magical creature. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know?”

Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff house Quiddich The team’s current Captain and Seeker – they all know.

It can be said that in fact many people are secretly grateful to this Captain! Because when he took office, the “clearing demon” McLorne finally stopped playing – everyone is guessing whether he and Marx have any grudges!

“Hey, how are you,” Cedric said, turning his head and looking at everyone.

Everyone should have a voice, and even the team members of the two Gryffindor Quidditch teams, Fred and George, naturally said hello.

Although Cedric is also a strong Seeker, his performance is nothing compared to Marx.

“Going a long way, Arthur?” Cedric’s father asked.

“Fortunately,” said Mr. Weasley. “We live on the side of the village. What about you?”

“Get up at two o’clock, isn’t it, Sed? I don’t want you to say, I really want him to pass the Apparition exam earlier. But… there is nothing to complain about… Quiddich World Cup, you must not miss it, even if you want one Pocket Galleon – In fact, buying a ticket does cost that much money. But I finally managed to deal with it, it’s not too difficult…” Amos Diggory looked at the surrounding Weasley Family Third Brother, Harry. , Hermione and Ginny, “Arthur, these are your children?”

“Oh, no, red hair is.” Mr. Weasley introduced one by one, “This is Hermione, a friend of Ron – this is Harry, and a friend of Ron -“

“God,” Amos eyes squinted, and he even interrupted Mr. Weasley to introduce Luna, “Harry? Harry Potter?”

“Well—yes,” Harry said.

Harry was used to the fact that people always stared at him curiously when they first met him, and they got used to the fact that they immediately turned their eyes to the scar on his forehead, but this always made him feel uncomfortable.

“Of course, Sed said about you,” Amos Diggory said. “He told us about his game with you last year… I said to him, I said – Sed, this thing is waiting for you. It’s great to talk to your grandchildren, it’s amazing… you beat Harry Potter!”

Harry didn’t know what to answer, and he said nothing. Fred and George frowned again.

“Harry fell from the broom, father,” Cedric said, his voice whispering. “And, most of the points that went in that day were due to McLorne’s activity…”

“Yeah, but you didn’t fall, right?” Amos said kindly, patted his son’s back. “Our Sed is always so modest, always a gentleman… but The winner is always the best, I’m sure Harry will say that, is it? As for McLorne, his score is obviously not as much as you!”

“Marx, if it’s Seeker, it’s estimated that a blink of an eye will end the game…” Hermione couldn’t help but whispered, “Well, I mean… that’s nothing to watch, isn’t it?”

“Time is almost coming,” Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking the pocket watch out and looking at it. “Do you know who we are waiting for, Amos?”

“No, the Forsit family didn’t get the ticket,” Mr. Diggory said. “There is no one else in this area, is it?”

“As far as I know, there is no more.” Mr. Weasley said, “Okay, there are 1 point clocks…we should all be everyone…”

At 5:07, everyone who put their fingers on the old boots disappeared in the blink of an eye as the space shrank.

“Awesome Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” Luna asked slyly. “Marx, do you know what the next sentence is?”

“What?” Marx was strange.

“Which Wynie Blois got out of the bricks?” Luna crossed his waist and his white fingers poked into Marx’s nose.