Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Maybe everyone has seen it on the Change No. today, but I am sure that you still have some doubts. The new students are not yet assigned. I want to give you a special introduction – transfer student, Marx McLorne.”

In the auditorium of the Durmstrang Castle, a regular school welcome dinner is being held.

This is a large auditorium that is not much smaller than the Hogwarts Auditorium. The four-walled furnishings are simple, but they are as meticulous as Durmstrang’s philosophy.

The school emblem, consisting of the extinct double-headed waterfowl and shofar, is neatly arranged on the walls on both sides. Although not fancy, it is out of the ordinary.

It can face the back wall of the main entrance, but it is only an unknown shield-shaped badge with an ancient long rod wand and a black round. The people can’t help but wonder.

Durmstrang’s dinner atmosphere is also very similar to Hogwarts. The dinning tables are placed side by side. Everyone sits neatly in a fixed position, only the sound of tableware collision and the whisper of deliberately depressed.

In the forefront, in addition to the dinning table of the faculty and staff, there is also a large platform with a height of half a person. At this time, there is no one left.

It can be seen that under Karkaroff’s cool teaching guidelines, the students’ personality has been suppressed.

At the moment, Karkaroff’s words made the whisper below a little messy.

The major events of the Quiddich World Cup, the influence of the hobby’s numerous Durmstrang, need not be mentioned. At the time, the students at the competition, and even the Teacher, were many.

The name “Marx · McLorne” is not known to everyone, but it is not much different.

“…then, please invite new student to enter!”

Karkaroff’s steak was barely, and the door to the auditorium opened. The new students were led by Marx and walked slowly to the staff in front of the hall.

“headmaster, is this ok?”

At this time, a thin man with a back squatting suddenly asked.

Karkaroff frowned, some impatient: “Of course no problem, Orson.”

The other teachers just looked at them and didn’t say much. In their view, don’t go with Karkaroff debate is the most appropriate choice.

The old wizard, who didn’t know whether it was the surname “Orson” or the name “Orson”, opened his mouth and finally shook his head and ate the food in the dish.

In front of the auditorium, the new students lined up with Marx, standing with a little uneasiness in front of the staff.

Most of them haven’t eaten yet. At this time, paid respect has already begun to eat in the hall, and the stomachs of several young wizards are screaming.

“McLorne, you are different from other new students. You are a transfer student, and it is reasonable to say that you should be promoted to Fourth Year. But I hope you know that in terms of teaching arrangements, our school and Hogwarts have very Big difference.”

Karkaroff paused, went on to say, “The new student enrolled in our school will be freely selected by each teacher, and each student will have the right to change his or her own teacher at any time. The number of times that can be changed will be the credits you receive. Decide.”

Yes, credits!

This is a very interesting rule in Durmstrang: in this school, many resources can be exchanged for credits, including library borrowing, potion material, various magic items and so on.

It is said that this is a key school regulation introduced by the second headmaster of the school, “Hafang·Monte”.

The headmaster, who established the Durmstrang house to focus on the duel and battle magic tradition, is based on the strength of each young wizard itself.

Whether it’s getting a personal place in a duel competition three times per semester, or getting a group place in a class match at the end of each school year, even because of the inviting duel of various personal grievances – as long as you are at the school’s prescribed venue and If you win the rules, you will get the corresponding credits.

I have to say that when Marx learned about this in Krum, he immediately became interested in this highly competitive teaching model.

“Teachers, who do you want McLorne, the transfer student?” Karkaroff asked very directly to the teachers sitting on his side.

However, the teachers who have been staring at Marx from the beginning have been silent at this time.

Marx made a big fuss about the World Cup scene and the front of the Britain Ministry of Magic. Who would dare to accept such a thorn as a student?

I heard that he also handed Dumbledore a hand, although it seems that he did not make it, but even in Dumbledore’s hands, it is a remarkable record of clicking one’s tongue in wonder.

To be honest, when his Teacher, will it be embarrassing?

If someone asks Karkaroff so much, he will tell you that this kid might have a right hand to make “Expelliarmus”, but his left hand is slamming on your face!

Seeing the teachers are a look of “Don’t look for me”, Marx is not shrugged, and he stretches out to the position of “Orson” who just spoke.

“Professor Orson, are you willing to teach me?”

Orson stunned. He looked at Karkaroff and looked at the other teachers around him. He finally hesitated to nodded.

“Then follow me to learn…”

Suddenly, some of the students below raised their eyes – obviously, those should be Orson’s existing students.

Then, after the new students were selected by a teacher, the dinner was officially started. Marx sees Karkaroff. He doesn’t seem to be planning to arrange his seat. He simply sat down and found a seat.

The meal was quiet, and he could feel it, and the students didn’t want to be too close to him. A Little Fatty next to him even deliberately moved the chair and gave Marx a big position.

On the side of Marx’s right hand, the little witch, which looked a little weak, didn’t move, but her head was getting lower and lower, and her nose tipped up to the vegetable salad on the plate.

It doesn’t matter if Marx is ignored by himself, but he seems to be a little scared to this little girl.

……

Compared to the Durmstrang house, the atmosphere of the Hogwarts welcome dinner is much hotter.

At this moment, in the auditorium of Hogwarts, Dumbledore started his speech…

“Okay!” Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, “Now we are all full of food, I have to ask everyone to pay attention again, I have to announce a few notices.”

“The janitor Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more items that are banned in the castle. They are screaming balls, flying saucers and combo boomers… The whole list probably includes four hundred and three. Seventeen items can be seen in the office of Mr. Filch, and those who are interested can check it out.”

You can notice that Dumbledore’s mouth seems to be twitching a few times.

He continued: “As before, I want to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the side of the venue is inaccessible to students, and in the Hogsmeade village, students under the Third Year are not allowed to visit.”

“I would also like to tell you very much that there will be no house cup Quiddich competition this year.”

Everyone can’t help but feel awkward.

Dumbledore continued: “This is because a large event will begin in October and last for the entire school year, taking up a lot of the time and energy of the Teachers – but I believe that you can all have a lot of fun. I am very happy. The land announced to everyone that this year at Hogwarts –“

Just then, a deafening thunder rang from the clouds outside the castle, and the door was rudely pushed.

A man stood at the door, carrying a long cane wrapped in a black travel cloak. The people in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly another forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, Hermione fell in a cold breath of air.

Lightning made the person’s face clear, and the students couldn’t help but shrink their heads because everyone had never seen such a face.

It is like carving on a piece of decaying wood. If it is described by only one word, it is “incomplete.”

Every inch of the skin on the face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a slanting big mouth, and the place where the nose should be raised was gone.

The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, but the sparkling ray of light was sharp; the other eye was large, round like a coin, and it was a bright blue with a faint glow.

The blue eyes were stunned, just moving in the eyelids, spinning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the direction of the normal eye – later, the blue eye Suddenly, the child turned to the person’s eye socket, and there was only one big white eye in his eyelids.

The man walked on a cane with a shallow foot, but walked extremely quickly to Dumbledore. He held out a hand and the hand was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something. He seemed to be asking the person what he was doing, and the weirdo shook his head expressionlessly and lowered his voice to answer.

Dumbledore nodded, indicating that the man was sitting in an empty seat on his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, shook the long white hair of gray white from his face, and then pulled a plate of sausage and smacked it to the incomplete nose. He took a knife from his pocket, poked it from the end of a sausage and ate it.

His normal eyes stared at the sausage, but the blue eyes were still turning around in the eye sockets, looking at the auditorium and the students.

“Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts class,” Dumbledore happily broke the silence, “Professor Moody.”

In general, the new Teacher will meet with you and everyone will applaud, but now there is no teacher or student applauding except Dumbledore and Hagrid.

No, surprisingly there is still one person, that is Hermione!