Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…don’t care, you’ve done it, then wait.” Marx said to Fudge sitting across from him.

“But…no one knows what he will do!” Fudge said with the smallest voice he could achieve. “I told you that it was too dangerous!”

“I didn’t say it? The next thing you need to do is wait, there is nothing you have to do.” Marx took another Butterbeer, which added, “As long as you don’t come out, he will never know you.” What have you done, aren’t you?”

Fudge struggled inside, and it took a while to sighed.

“Okay, that’s it!” He spreadlessly spread his hand. “I should go back. There are still a lot of things to deal with in the department. I can’t spend all my time drinking.”

Marx shrugged said: “Isn’t this the life of your choice?”

Fudge smiled a bit. After he left a few silver coins on the table, he turned and hurried away.

Seeing that Fudge was gone, Marx then took his Butterbeer and walked over to a table of students at the door.

“Luna, I’m finished talking – where else do you want to go?”

The students at this table were all students of Ravenclaw house. When he spoke to Luna, a beautiful black hair female child sitting on the edge of Luna was laughed at him.

“What did you talk to Fudge just now? God is mysterious…”

This graceful and generous oriental female child is called “Autumn Zhang.”

To be honest, as a female child, she is still very popular at Hogwarts.

And her popularity, the appearance may account for a factor, but more because of her unique tenderness from the Eastern blood.

Of course, I have to mention her other identity – Seeker of the Ravenclaw Quiddich Academy.

Such a beautiful young girl who is good at learning and good at sports, who would not like it?

Ok! At this moment, there is one in front of her.

“Just talk about Azkaban,” Marx said casually. “You know, I just came out and can give advice to the Ministry of Magic – at least it would make it less likely to be escaped by prisoners.” ”

“Oh–” Autumn Zhang Zhang snorted, whispered, “Okay.”

She actually has a lot of questions to ask Marx. After all, Marx’s experience can be very, very special. However, not everyone has the courage to mention Azkaban.

In fact, Marx deliberately talked about this matter. What he wanted was to let Qiu Zhang not continue to ask. He had to hurry and spend time with Luna, let him take a break for this opportunity, and then go back and continue to do what he can never do.

Marx and Luna left the door together, and in the corner on the other side, Hermione was standing on an empty table with two cups of Butterbeer, watching them out of the door.

“Hey, Hermione – Butterbeer -“

Aside, Harry, still shrinking in the stealth cloak, whispered, and Hermione crammed a cup in his hand under the invisible cloak, and the Butterbeer swaying directly into Harry’s face.

“Oh–“

“Shut up!” Hermione interrupted Harry’s whisper with a very boring tone.

While she was thinking about it alone, she sipped her cup of Butterbeer with a big mouthful. The sweet taste spurred her taste buds, but it didn’t make her mood better.

Poor Harry was once again ignored, and he couldn’t understand how Hermione was getting angry again.

After a while, a huge, unkempt head in the crowd appeared, which allowed Hermione’s attention to be slightly distracted.

“Hagrid?” She was strange.

Harry wondered if he met Hagrid in the Three Broomsticks Inn. What could be strange about this? When he stood up cautiously, he found that Hagrid was pressing down and talking to Professor Moody!

Hagrid had a large beer he used to drink, and Moody drank what he had in his hipflask.

The beautiful Boss mother, Mrs. Rosmerta, seemed to be dissatisfied with this. She squinted at Moody while packing the glass on the table next to her.

She probably thought it was an insult to her hot mead, but Harry knew it wasn’t.

In their last Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody told everyone that he would rather prepare food and drinks at any time, because it would be too easy for the dark wizard to poison an unattended cup.

However, Harry didn’t very much agree with this neurotic habit – it would make him look very weird, just like Moody in front of him.

Just as Harry looked at them, Hagrid and Moody stood up and left to leave. Harry waved his hand before he remembered that Hagrid could not see him.

But Moody stopped, with only magic eyes staring at the corner where Harry was. He patted Hagrid’s lower back and whispered something to him, then turned back and walked toward Harry and Hermione’s desk.

“How are you, Hermione?” Hagrid asked loudly.

“Fortunately…” Hermione flattened her mouth.

Moody limped from the table and leaned over. Harry thought he was looking at the notebook that Hermione had just taken out. He didn’t expect him to whisper: “Invisibility Cloak is awesome, Potter.”

Harry suddenly stunned.

“Don’t your eyes – I mean, can you -“

“Yes, it can see through the Invisibility Cloak,” Moody whispered. “Sometimes it works!”

His words didn’t seem to be meaningful, but Harry apparently couldn’t hear it.

Hagrid also bowed his head and smiled at Harry—he must have been unable to see Harry, but apparently Moody told Hagrid that he was here.

Hagrid leaned down and pretended to look at the notebook, and said with a low, low voice that only Harry could hear: “Harry, come to my hut at 12 o’clock in the middle of the night to come to me… wearing Invisibility Cloak. ”

After all, Hagrid straightened up, loudly said: “It’s nice to meet you, Hermione.”

He blinked and then walked away with Moody.

“Why did Hagrid ask me to go to him in the middle of the night?” Harry said with amazement.

“Is it?” Hermione said, also appearing startled. “I really don’t understand what he wants to do… I don’t know if you should go, Harry—”

She looked around uncomfortably and said, “If you don’t get it well, you might miss the time to meet Sirius.”

At half past eleven in the night, Harry, who pretended to go to bed early, put on Invisibility Cloak and hurried to Hagrid’s hut.

The venue was dark. Harry walked down the lawn towards the light from the Hagrid hut. As he passed by the huge carriage of Beauxbatons, he saw that it was brightly lit and could even hear Madam Maxime talking in the carriage.

“You are coming, Harry?”

Hagrid heard the knock on the door and opened the door and looked at all around, whispering.

“Yeah,” Harry said, as he flashed into the hut and took Invisibility Cloak off his head. “Call me there… Oh, Marx?”

He was surprised to see that Marx was standing next to the table in Hagrid’s cabin, and on the table in front of him was a pile of messy potion bottles.

“Marx, are you here too? What are you doing?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.

“I?” Marx pointed to Harry behind him. “I am Hagrid’s private image consultant today.”

“What consultant?”

Harry snorted at once, and when he turned around, he saw the appearance of Hagrid by the light in the house…

“Oh-God… No, Merlin is on!” He was shocked by this moment of Hagrid. “I mean… Hagrid… is it you?”

Heaven knows Marx did something to him!

Hagrid’s tangled, hard, wire-like hair is now softly draped over his shoulders, although it’s still slightly rolled, but that look is deliberately made like this.

And on Hagrid’s body, it wasn’t his only set of furry brown suits. Marx didn’t know where to get a set of black wizard robes embroidered with gold rims. Wearing it, Hagrid seemed to be thinner than usual.

Obviously, that makes him look at least five and three thicker.

“This… um, awesome!” Harry squinted. “I almost couldn’t recognize it – I mean.”

“Put this around your neck and your armpits,” Marx put down the bottle in his hand and picked up another bottle from the table, saying to Hagrid. “Never, there is only one drop per place— – Did you hear it clearly? Just a drop!”

Hagrid took the potion bottle and carefully pulled the stopper. Suddenly, a fascinating and strange scent quickly filled the entire cottage.

Both Hagrid and Harry were fascinated by the scent, and only Marx held his breath in advance, and there was no such thing as a by-product of his own potion.

He patted his hands hard and woke up Hagrid and Harry, and this signaled: “Hey, it will be very bad to use too much… but this will make you understand its role.”

“This is a love potion?” Hagrid asked subconsciously.

Marx shook his head.

“No, it’s just a very good smell. At best it’s a scent of enjoyment,” Marx squeezed his nose and gasped with his mouth. Then he urged, “Okay, hurry up and apply it… Remember, every Only one drop can be made in a place, for a total of five drops.”

When Hagrid got it, Marx took the bottle from the table back into the potion bag at his waist.

“Ready? Let’s go!” he said as he packed.

“Oh-right! Hagrid, what are you going to show me?” Harry finally remembered his purpose.

“Follow me, don’t say anything… Harry, cover your body with Invisibility Cloak.” Hagrid said, “We don’t have teeth, it won’t like it…”