Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…this is impossible?”

“At least in my opinion, that’s it.”

The next day is Sunday. It wasn’t lit up early in the morning, and Marx was helping in the potion preparation room behind the Snape office. They were busy with the work at hand while chatting casually.

The anti-theft measures are well prepared here, and conversations here are not heard – at least very unlikely.

To be honest, Marx was really confused when Hermione was selected as the fourth champion yesterday. And his confusion has continued until the day when he did not come up with an answer.

What does Voldemort want to do? Does this make sense to him?

Marx measured it in his mind and took the opportunity to ask Snape’s opinion.

However, Snape’s speculation made Marx unable to hold his head.

“What do you mean by saying – Voldemort wants to make Hermione in danger, even facing a dead end, to test whether I have ulterior motives?”

Marx frowned, inexplicably: “But… why is Hermione?”

Snape pouted, revealing a look that “don’t squint and understand.” He squatted for a while and simply continued to work on his hands and stopped going on.

“…Is it because I forcibly saved Hermione from his hand?”

Marx pondered a bit and then shook his head silently.

After a while, things were busy, Marx left Snape’s office first, and planned to go to the auditorium to solve the breakfast.

But at the side door of the auditorium, he met Ron, who was gloomy with a face.

“Oh… Good morning, Marx.” Ron took the initiative to say hello, but he didn’t look very happy.

“Well, good morning.” Marx glanced at him. “What’s wrong, who is angry?”

“No, who can I be angry with?” Ron barely laughed, however, he laughed more ugly than crying.

Marx shrugged said: “Is it because of Harry and Hermione?”

“No, how is it possible!” Ron couldn’t help but argue. “They are all my good friends. Now they have become champions, I am happy for them!”

“is it?”

“of course!”

Ron said, his hand slammed into a fist and finally couldn’t help it.

“I am just… I just think, they shouldn’t deceive me! That’s obviously a problem!” He said loudly said, “We are friends – the best friends! No?”

Marx indifferent expression The nodded location, calmly said: “It is certainly wrong to deceive friends, but we are not sure if they have deceived you.”

“Even if you say that…” Ron said angrily. “Okay! Who must frame them, who wants their lives! This is terrifying, there is a mysterious madman who confuses the goblet, then gives us The school has an opportunity to win the championship!”

Ron gas hu hu finished talking, then no longer care about Marx, turned to the auditorium and did not go back.

Just then, Marx came back with another person.

“That… Marx?”

He stopped again and turned back: “Oh, good morning, Hermione.”

“Last night… thank you.”

Behind Marx, Hermione, who had recovered from being overwhelmed, whispered.

“Last night?” Marx pretended to be confused. “What are you talking about?”

“What?” Hermione said strangely. “You made the cat head last night—”

She said half of it, it seems that she has learned something from Marx’s look and immediately accepted it.

“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I think I didn’t sleep well last night. It’s still a little confused. I just saw Ron. He… What happened to him?”

Marx shook his head slightly and walked in, telling Hermione what he had just said…

Just then, Harry just woke up from a less realistic sleep.

He sat up and screamed in bed, and it took a while to remember why he felt so sad and anxious. Then, things last night all came to mind.

He sat up and pulled the bill on his four-poster bed and wanted to talk to Ron again, intending to force Ron to believe him. But then he found out that Ron’s bed was empty, and he apparently had gone downstairs to have breakfast.

Harry got dressed and walked along the spiral staircase to the common room below.

He just showed up, and the students who had already had breakfast cheered warmly. He remembered going to the auditorium and facing Gryffindor’s other students, and they all regarded him as a hero. He was a bit worried when he thought of it.

However, if he does not go to the auditorium, he has to stay here, leaving himself to be entangled in the student room in the common room. So he decisively walked to the hole behind the portrait, pushed it away and climbed out.

When he came to the door of the auditorium, he just had a face with Hermione who was leaving.

“Hello,” Hermione said, holding a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin in his hand. “I am still here for you… want to go for a walk?”

“Good idea,” Harry said gratefully.

They went downstairs and looked at the auditorium without looking at the auditorium. They quickly passed through the foyer. Soon, they strode on the lawn that extended to the lake.

The large ship of Durmstrang is moored on the lake and casts a dark reflection in the water.

It was a cold morning, they kept walking and chewing on the bread, and Harry and Hermione discussed the accident together.

“Of course I know that you didn’t sign up yourself,” Hermione said after he had finished everything in the room next to the auditorium. “Of course I don’t!”

“When Dumbledore quoted our name, the look on your face! The question is, who put your name in? You know, Moody is right, Harry… I don’t think there is anything other than Marx. A student can do this! We all see that even Marx is not a very simple thing to do.”

“Have you seen Ron?” Harry interrupted her.

Hermione hesitated.

“Well… I saw… he was having breakfast,” she said.

“Does he still think it is our own name?”

“Well… no, I don’t think… actually it won’t.” Hermione said very unnaturally.

“‘In fact, it won’t, what does this mean?”

“Hey, Harry, don’t you understand?” Hermione had no way to say, “He is awkward!”

“Hey?” Harry asked in disbelief. “What? Is he willing to make this appearance in front of the school’s student?”

“Think about it,” Hermione said patiently. “You know, it’s not that you’ve been Marx for everyone’s attention all the time—”

When she saw Harry open his mouth angrily, he quickly found up: “I know that you didn’t pursue this… but how do you say it – you know, Ron is competing with that many big brother at home, you act as His best friend is so famous -“

“Every time someone sees you, he is left out to the side. He has endured silently, never mentioning a word. And this time, it just happened to have one more… We both have a share, only He didn’t, it was like we abandoned him.” Here, Hermione paused, “I think, this time he can’t bear it…”

“Very good,” Harry said with a hateful expression. “That’s great… I think, as long as he is willing, I can change it with him at any time! Whenever there is a place, there is someone stupidly staring at his forehead. people!”

“Yes, that’s right,” Hermione said simply. “You should use this to talk to him. Only then can you solve the problem.”

“I don’t want to chase him everywhere, bitterly teach him to mature!” Harry said. “When will he believe that I am not happy? Maybe I will break my neck, or –“

His voice was so loud that he scared the few owls in the tree next to him.

“That’s not a play,” Hermione said softly. “It’s definitely not a play!”

She hesitated, then got closer and said in a very small voice: “Harry, Marx secretly gave me three bottles of potion last night and told me -“

“I know, I also received it,” Harry interrupted. “Just in the morning, I saw a parcel on the edge of the bed. I guess it was Marx.”

“Yes?” Hermione’s expression stiffened, and continued for the next second. “Then you should see it too. Marx also believes that this Triwizard Tournament will be very dangerous!”

“Harry, I kept thinking – you know what we should do, are we?” she whispered.

“Yeah, give Ron a slap in the face -“

“It’s a godfather who wrote to you!” Hermione didn’t feel good. “You have to tell him what happened. Didn’t he still write to tell you to write about everything that happened to Hogwarts? He seems to I expected this to happen. I brought out some parchment and a quill –“

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Harry said.

He looked around and saw that no one could hear them, but there was no one on the ground.

“You saw it last year – he was too impulsive. If I told him that someone would sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, he would probably rush straight into the castle -“

“He wants you to tell him,” Hermione said harshly. “In any case, he will know sooner or later-“

“but–“

“This time Marx seems to have a very important thing to do – he even deliberately pretended to be out of contact with us.” Hermione said seriously. “Since he can’t be with us, we have to do it ourselves. I plan… we can’t always rely on Marx to help us.”

“Okay, okay, I will write to him,” Harry said, throwing the last piece of bread into the lake.

The two stood there, watching the bread float on the lake for a while, then a huge tentacle emerged from the water and caught it down the water.

Shortly after they left, there was a vaguely hummingbird glimmering through the trees by the lake.