Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Marx…you, don’t go back to Hogwarts…?”

Marx couldn’t help but hear a direct inquiry from Wynie.

“……Maybe!”

Honestly, although he has already taken the initiative to leave Hogwarts, he will say that he will not come back in the future… This is really not true. After all, Rowena’s test has not yet been completed!

From the beginning to the end, he has been studying the mystery of the volume of truth; but until now, he has only explored some very limited applications, and what he really hides, he is not even true.

Wynie hearing this, did not continue to ask anything, but turned to look at the Gryffindor long table.

“She… I don’t like it.”

“Who?”

It’s not easy to get a Wynie’s “dislike”, and Marx looks back over there.

Wynie is staring at it, a girl from Beauxbatons. She had already removed the scarf at this point, and a long, waterfall-like silvery hair draped softly to her waist.

At this moment, she just went to Ron and asked for it. After picking up a plate of fish soup from Gryffindor’s long table, she went back to Ravenclaw.

From Marx, I can see far from here that she has a pair of blue eyes and a white and neat teeth.

Yes, the girl is really beautiful, and it is no wonder that many students in the hall are looking back at her.

At this moment, Ron was particularly resistant, and he stared at her, his face flushed. Her beauty is not just about her appearance, but more of a seemingly faint attraction. Just like –

“A Veela half-blood,” Marx said, she said. “That should be Fleur·Delacour of Beauxbatons.”

“You, do you like it?” Wynie asked suddenly, then added, “Veela.”

“I?” Marx thought about it and shook his head. “I can’t say it, but I am very interested in this bloodline… I mentioned a story in a magic book about Veela bloodline.”

“What?” Wynie turned his head and looked straight at him, looking like he looked very concerned.

“Are you interested?” Marx said. “The book contains a legend about the origins of Veela bloodline…”

As soon as he ate the food in the plate, he talked about it and said it intermittently.

It is said that a beautiful young girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times. When she was young, her beauty was already a household name in the city.

However, she was only an ordinary beautiful muggle young girl at that time, and it was far from the extent that the wizard was recorded.

But on the day of her adulthood, what happened to her did not know what happened, and suddenly she had a strong and ultimate charm. Both men, women and children are attracted by her charm, deeply immersed in a strange illusion, and murdered.

Young girl is very scared, but she is powerless to change this situation. She can only escape everywhere.

It was her behavior of lose one’s head out of fear that caused this disaster to rapidly expand to the whole country. This terrible situation seems to be unstoppable.

In the end, she even let some of the ancient wizards receive the influence and triggered a real disaster.

At the end of this legend, this is what it says:

When the unfortunate young girl finally understood that her existence would only bring disaster to World, she chose to sneak in the silent flower valley. Because she dare not look back at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, because she can no longer bear the pain of reality.

When she fell in the sea of ​​flowers, her blood stained a piece of soil.

After many years, a crystal flower with an elf quietly blooms in the dark red soil, seemingly commemorating the true heart of the young girl…

The story is over here, but Marx has not stopped.

“You may have guessed that the flower of the crystal should be the ‘mystery flower’ that was planted by the flower you brought, and the ‘elf’ mentioned in the story is mostly Veela…”

Having said that, he paused and took a bite out of the sausage on the fork. “I guess, if you use Veela’s blood to water it, the ‘mystery’ flower may grow faster…”

As he spoke, he habitually began to ponder over the research on the “mysterious flower”, but Wynie didn’t seem to listen at this time. She just looked at Marx’s side face slyly, and only repeated one sentence in her heart –

“This story, he, also knows…”

At this time, the dessert after dinner has already been on the table, and everyone noticed that there are many sweets that they have never seen before.

On the Gryffindor side, Ron carefully thought about the dessert and saw a weird, white milk jelly. He then carefully moved it a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from the Ravenclaw table.

However, the girl who is full of charm on her body seems to have been full, she did not come over this sweet.

When each and everyone golden’s plate was Scourgify again, Dumbledore stood up again.

With this movement, a feeling of excitement and tension spread in the auditorium.

Marx turned and looked calmly toward Dumbledore.

“This moment has finally arrived,” Dumbledore said, smiling at the face, “The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before I bring the box in…”

Dumbledore first introduced the Minchrybe International Cooperative Director Stinchcombe Crouch and the Department of Magical Games and Sports Director Ludo Bagman.

Under his introduction, the applause sounded in the auditorium.

Even the more popular Bagman, the applause prepared for him did not ring much. After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!

“In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament,” Dumbledore continued. “They will work with me, Professor Orson and Madam Maxime to form a referee group, for the champions. Efforts to make a fair judgment.”

As soon as the word “champion” was heard, the students seemed to be more attentive.

Dumbledore also seemed to notice that they suddenly silenced, only to see him lightly smiled, said: “Mr. Filch, please bring the box up.”

No one noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium, and now he came to Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box with jewels in his hand, and the box looked old.

Everyone looked at the box and talked with interest.

“The specific projects of the champions this year, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have been carefully reviewed,” Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.

“They also made a lot of necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which are carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the champion from many different aspects… test their talents in magic, their courage And their immediate reasoning ability –“

“Of course, and their ability to overcome danger.”

Upon hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became absolute silence, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.

“You already know that there will be three champions to participate in the competition,” Dumbledore continued quietly, “representing a participating school respectively… we will rate them according to the quality of each competition they completed, and after the three projects, score The highest champion will win the Triwizard Cup. The one who is responsible for picking the champion is a fair selector, which is the Goblet of Fire.”

Having said that, Dumbledore pulled out the wand and knocked it three times on the lid of the box. The lid slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, well-carved wooden goblet.

The cup itself is not at all eye-catching, but it is full of beating blue white flames.

Dumbledore closes the box and places the cup on the lid so everyone in the auditorium can see it clearly.

“Every student who wants to run for champion must write his name and school name on a parchment and throw it into this goblet.”

“If you are interested in becoming a champion, you can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow evening, that is, Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three students that it thinks best represent the three schools – tonight, high The cup is placed in the foyer, and all students who are willing to participate in the campaign can reach it.”

“In order to avoid students of not enough age, they can’t stand the temptation…”

At this time, Dumbledore seemed to have a deep look at Marx. “After the goblet is in the hall, I want to draw a line of age around it. Anyone under the age of seventeen can’t cross this line…”

Finally, he added a tone to remind him: “…Please think twice, find out that you really want to participate in the game, and then put the name into the cup. Well, I think everyone should sleep, I wish you good night. ”

Dumbledore was finished, everyone stood up and walked through the auditorium, moving toward the gate. At this point Marx also said goodbye to Wynie, who went to the students of Durmstrang, but was stopped from behind.

“…Marx! I think we should talk, what do you think?”

He looked back and looked at the person who stopped him, but his face did not show any expression.

“Yes, Hermione? But I think there seems to be nothing wrong with us, isn’t it?” Marx said calmly. “There is something to say tomorrow, I feel a little sleepy.”

“But…hey! Marx!”

Not far away, the new Professor Moody is staring back at Marx and Hermione with his good eyes. But at this moment, Marx, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around, and the cold eyes made Moody mentally trembled.