Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It turned out to be Marx in the form of Animagus, naturally not to eavesdrop on the conversation between Harry and Hermione. What he is monitoring is Moody hidden behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful, because Moody’s right eye is not easy.

According to Marx’s information, the magic eye, which claims to be able to see through everything, is likely to come from the world-famous alchemy Master, Nick Flamel.

Marx is not sure whether the Animagus variant can fool the fake eyeball that looks strange.

Just now, Hermione did not understand the words of Sirius for the sake of caution. But just because Harry couldn’t turn his head, he ended up exposing some of the information to the dark-looking Moody ear.

But this is not important for Marx, because Harry and Hermione deliberately lowered their voice when they mentioned him. It is definitely not heard by Moody’s distance.

As long as you are not exposed, everything else is trivial.

The next day, Hogwarts’ teaching was carried out normally.

Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons also went to various houses to attend classes. But because this is not mandatory – at least Hogwarts can’t manage it, so Marx simply gave up the arrangement.

One afternoon, when Marx was writing something in the cabin of Durmstrang, a Hogwarts student hurried to inform him that Mr. Bagman wanted the champions to gather.

The collection was made up of a small classroom, and most of the desks were pushed behind the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there are three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which was Ludo·Bagman sitting there, he was talking to a witch, wearing a fancy foreign red robe.

When Marx walked into this small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons had arrived first.

At this moment, Fleur was smiling happily. She licked her head from time to time, making a long hair of silver shine with a dazzling luster.

A man with a big belly was holding a black camera with a slight smoke, and he was watching Fleur with his eyes.

Bagman, who was talking, suddenly saw Marx. He stood up and jumped forward with vitality.

“Oh, Mr. McLorne is here! Come in, sir, come in…” Bagman said excitedly, as if he was a champion.

“Is there anything in this collection?” Marx glanced at the witch behind Bagman and calmly said.

“There is no major event, it is a ceremony that detects wand, and other referee members will arrive soon-“

“Detecting wand?”

A voice rang from behind Marx, it turned out to be Harry, and he and Hermione also arrived.

“Yes, check wand… We have to check if your wand is fully functional and well-behaved! Because in the future, wand is your most important device.” Bagman waved his hand and said, “Experts Upstairs, with Dumbledore…”

He was paused, and he leaned over and pointed at the brightly-colored witch. “Then it was a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter. She is writing an article about “Daily Prophet” about the hegemony. Small article -“

“Maybe it’s not a small article, Ludo.”

Rita Skeeter’s big curly hair was made very refined by her, and it was an exaggerated refined. Although she could see that her appearance was very high, she was carefully matched with her. It seems strange to others how it looks.

She also wore a pair of jewellery glasses on her nose, and her fat fingers grabbed the crocodile leather handbag. The nails were two inches long and were painted red.

Whether she is not talking, her eyes are sharp, she looks back and forth between Harry, Hermione and Marx, and seems to be habitually searching for the most suitable manuscript material.

In the end, she fixed her sight on Marx.

“Before we started, can I talk to Mr. McLorne a few words?” She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still firmly staring at Marx, “the champion of the Quiddich World Cup finals, and the age is still so small… …you know…in order to add some color to the article.”

“This…” Bagman hesitated to look at Marx, a bit unsure.

Speaking of it, Bagman may be the only one after another who doesn’t care about the World Cup’s farce.

Before joining the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports, he was a very popular Quiddich Beater in the Wimbourne Wasps of the 1980s. The reason why he is so popular is largely because of his optimist stadium image.

Nowadays, he is still in the Ministry of Magic, and he is often a bit out of place with other people in the Ministry of Magic.

But what to say, Marx’s strength is unquestionable. Bagman is not stupid too – well, his character is a bit silly, but even he can’t think of Marx as an ordinary student.

In this case, he also has to take into account Marx’s opinion.

“Well… I have no problem,” Bagman spread his hand. “But – Mr. McLorne, what do you think?”

“Great,” Rita Skeeter said, her fresh red claw-like fingers grabbing Marx’s arm as if to pull him away.

Marx ruthlessly patted the paw.

“The last report of the World Cup I have not pursued. If you want to come back again, I don’t mind letting you know what is called an authority certification.” Marx expressionless glanced at her and only listened to her. The clear voice said, “…or still, you really want to abuse the magic office to go on a trip?”

“You–” Rita Skeeter’s expression immediately stiffened. She touched the back of the hand that Marx hit, and said with a smile. “Oh-haha, I suddenly felt that a rigorous And the traditional manuscript can highlight the historical accumulation of the hegemony!”

“Yes, I think this is definitely true,” Marx nodded at nodded. “Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter.”

Under the invisible threat of Marx, Rita had to sit on the chair honestly. Although she still looked at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least she didn’t dare to move around.

While waiting for Dumbledore to come, Marx and Bagman had a sneak peek at Quiddich, and Harry added a word from time to time. And by Harry, Hermione had to look at Marx every 1 point.

She has too many words to talk to Marx, but now obviously not the time.

It didn’t take long for Dumbledore to be there, alongside him with a spirited old wizard.

The four champions sat down on the chairs at the door and looked at the velvet table in front, where four of the five referees were sitting – Professor Orson, Madam Maxime, Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

Rita Skeeter sat down in a corner, and she subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, laid it on her knees and licked the tip of her shorthand quill. After doing this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the pen of Quill personally instead of letting the quill write automatically.

“Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander.” Dumbledore sat down at the referee and said to several champions, “He will check your wand to make sure that wand is in good shape before the game.”

Three years ago at Diagon Alley, the old wizard with a pair of light-colored eyes made Marx get his first wand. At this moment, he was standing quietly at the window, and he randomly pointed out nodded to everyone.

“Miss Delacour, come first, okay?” Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the room.

Fleur walked lightly toward Mr. Ollivander and handed his wand to him.

“Well…” Ollivander squinted and rubbed his eyes.

Like a baton, he lets wand spin between the slender fingers, and the wand spurts many sparks of pink and golden.

Then he put the wand close to his eyes and once again for a moment.

“Yes,” he said softly. “9 and a half inch…the strength is very good…the maple wood is…they contain…hey, my god…”

“The hair with a Veela,” Fleur said. “It’s my grandma’s hair.”

“So, Fleur really has a part of Veela bloodline!” Harry couldn’t help but think so.

He wants to keep this in his head, go back and tell Ron… But then he thinks again, Ron is not talking to him now.

“Yes,” Mr. Ollivander said. “Yes, of course, I have never used Veela’s hair. I think the wand made with Veela hair is too sensitive and willful…but everyone has their own hobby, Since it is right for you…”

Mr. Ollivander licked the wand with his fingers, apparently checking for scratches and bruises. Then he whispered: “Orchideous!”

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the head of the wand.

“Very good, very good, good condition,” Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with wand.

“Miss Granger, it’s your turn.”

Fleur’s footsteps returned to his seat with ease, and as they passed by Hermione, their eyes crossed.

“Oh, this is my product, isn’t it?” When Hermione handed over wand, Mr. Ollivander was obviously more excited than just now. “Yes, I remember very clearly. There is a very complete dragon’s nerve inside, stable and strong. , fordable power out of the ordinary. Ten and three-quarters of an inch, made of Vine Wood, the texture is dense… it’s in very good condition… you must be very careful to care for it, right?”

Mr. Ollivander used Hermione’s wand to make a bunch of colorful bubbles, and he was satisfied with the nodded.

“Mr. MrLorne, it’s up to you.”