Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Moody’s gaze only stayed on the side of the stairs for a few seconds and moved back to Snape.

“Filch is in the middle of the night, then what about you? Snape…” he hesitated. “How did you hear it?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Snape said coldly.

“On the contrary,” Moody screamed. “This is very important!”

“hmph – I just have to go to my office, what’s the problem?” Snape coldly snorted, turned and left.

“Wait!” Moody loudly shouted, “Let me see your shoes!”

Snape paused, didn’t even return, and went on.

“stop!”

Moody “噔噔” walked a few steps forward, and the crutches stretched out, and stopped Snape unceremoniously.

“What do you want to do?” Snape screamed in anger and jerked over, revealing his shoes with his trouser legs. “Want to see my shoes? Is there any good-looking? Is it my dark magic prop? ?”

Under the trousers that Snape lifted, a pair of clean boots were exposed, but the little dirt just disappeared.

“I just didn’t find my slippers when I came down from the bed. Is this a problem?” Snape asked.

Moody stared at his boots for a moment, and looked up by his head: “Is there something else hidden in your office?”

At this time, Snape’s earthy face has turned into an ugly brick red, and the blood vessel on the temple jumps faster.

“You are not finished? You know that I have nothing to hide, Moody,” he said in a low voice. “Did you not personally search my office for a long time?”

Moody’s face twisted and squeezed a smile.

“This is the privilege of Auror, Snape. Dumbledore told me to monitor closely -“

“Dumbledore just trusts me,” Snape gnashing teeth said. “I don’t believe he told you to search my office!”

“Dumbledore certainly believes in you,” Moody muttered. “He is a very credulous person, is he? It always feels like giving a second chance. But I – I think some stains can’t be washed, Snape. Some stains. It will never be washed away. Do you understand what I mean?”

Snape suddenly did a very strange thing. He slammed his left arm with a right hand, as if his arm was suddenly painful.

Moody laughed.

“Go back to sleep, Snape.”

“You don’t have the right to let me go anywhere!” Snape si si said, loosening his arms seemed to be annoyed at himself. “I have the same right to visit the school at night!”

“Then you should patrol,” Moody said, but his voice was full of threats. “I already knew that one day I will meet you in the dark corridor… By the way, your things are lost…”

Both Snape and Filch looked down subconsciously and found a parchment.

Snape reached out and groaned, and his face slowly appeared a terrifying, obedient expression.

“parchment Accio !”

The map slammed into the air, slid across Snape’s open fingers, flew down the stairs, and landed in Moody’s hand.

“I got it wrong,” Moody said quietly. “This is mine – I think it must have been lost earlier.”

But Snape’s dark eyes look at the scorpion in Filch’s arms, and look at the parchment in Moody’s hand – he linked the two things.

“Potter,” he whispered.

He can still remember clearly – no way, it is difficult to remember! Because he found this parchment to belong to Harry’s time, it was the night he hit Marx and Hermione’s face facing the face.

“What do you mean?” Moody asked calmly, folding the map and putting it in his pocket.

“Potter!” Snape said angrily, and he turned his head and looked straight at the position where Moody had just stared. “The blind man is Potter, and the parchment is also Potter. I have seen it before. I recognized it! Potter is here! Potter, wearing his Invisibility Cloak!”

Snape opened his hands like a blind and walked up the stairs.

“There is nothing there, Snape!” Moody muttered. “But I am happy to tell the headmaster how you can’t move and doubt Harry Potter!”

“What do you mean?” Snape turned to look at Moody again, his hands still open, but his movements slowed down.

“I mean, Dumbledore is very interested in knowing who is not good for that boy!” Moody limped and moved a few steps toward the stairs. “And, Snape, I am… very interested…”

The light of the torch passed over his twisted and broken face, making the scars on the scar and the nose appear deeper and more gloomy than ever.

Snape looked down at Moody, his brows wrinkled tightly.

For a time, no one moved, no one spoke… Then, Snape slowly put his hands down.

“I just thought,” Snape seemed to be trying to make his tone calmer. “If Potter is hanging out in the middle of the night… this is his regrettable bad habit… It should be stopped. To For his own safety.”

“Ah, I understand,” Moody whispered. “You put Potter’s interests in your heart, are you?”

A moment of silence.

Snape and Moody still stared at each other, and Mrs. Norris screamed, still sticking on Filch’s leg, and seemed to be sniffing something.

“I should go to my office… and potion waiting for me to prepare,” Snape said suddenly.

“You only have the most reasonable idea tonight,” Moody said. “Well, Filch, can you give that nephew to me-“

“No!” Filch said, holding the golden egg firmly, just like his own son, “Professor Moody, this is evidence of Peeves stealing things!”

“This is what he stole from a champion. It was the thing of the champion.” Moody said, “Come on.”

Snape brief remark rushed downstairs, walked past Moody and headed for the basement. Filch made a grin to Mrs. Norris, and the cat looked at it somewhere for a few seconds before turning around and following the owner.

Filch handed the dice to Moody, then left and whispered to Mrs. Norris whispered: “It’s okay, dear… we went to Dumbledore early… tell him Peeves doing good things…”

Not long after, a door “peng” rang and seemed to be shut down.

Until then, Moody slammed the crutches at the bottom of the stairs, struggling to climb up the stairs and heading towards the edge of the seemingly empty staircase. Every time he took a step, he made a hollow voice: oh…hey…hey.

“It’s dangerous enough, Potter,” he whispered.

……

On the other side, Snape’s office.

“peng!”

The door of the office was violently pushed open, and it was slammed shut, and the oil lamp in the room was ignited.

“Are someone coming today?” Snape didn’t bother to see Marx sitting behind the desk, he just asked with a look of irritability.

“Come on, it’s tonight.” Marx leaned straight against the back of the chair and calmly said.

“That’s it -” Snape didn’t ask about the details of Barty Jr.. He just said impatiently and sat down on the single sofa next to him. “You can go back to sleep.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Marx shrugged said. “There is a potion in it. Before it stabilizes, I am afraid I can’t walk…”

“I am going to be your private refining room here…” Snape said that although he said it, he obviously didn’t mean to go to Marx.

Since Marx turned around at Voldemort, his relationship with Snape has clearly improved. Now, if Marx wants to make some potion or do some research, he will often come to Snape to disturb it.

Marx can understand that the biggest reason for Snape’s recognition of him is not this relationship.

As for why… To be honest, he hasn’t figured it out yet!

“McLorne ……”

“what?”

Snape screamed Marx abruptly, but he still didn’t export, but he shook his head slightly.

“…no, nothing.”

Marx was a bit puzzling, but he didn’t continue to ask – if Snape didn’t want to say it, he asked him if he asked. It’s better to save some effort, and when the other person feels it should be said, it will naturally be said.

At least, Snape has no conflicts of interest with himself. He doesn’t have to worry about what the other person will think about him.

Later, Marx talked to Snape about some of the problems with potion, until the day when he was bright, he covered the lid of the cauldron and went out of Snape’s office.

For Marx, staying up late is almost a common occurrence. He usually replenishes the next morning and then does something else.

But today, he did not do this.

As the date of the start of the second task approaches day by day, he has to hurry up all the time to handle all sorts of things.

The plan has slowly started, and progress in all aspects is very stable. At such a critical moment, he does not want to lose the chain because he has not noticed in some places.

“When things are solved, you must take a good rest…”

As he spoke, he pulled out a bottle of potion and poured it on his head.

“Hey!” He licked his head, and the otherwise distressed face glowed again, and his eyes returned to brightness.

“This recipe is really good, you can try to push the market…” Marx squeezed the empty bottle and then nodded, “Since the formula has a bicorner’s gallbladder, call it.” Rainbow Bull potion ‘has… Anyway, the double-horned beast 1 is not much different from the bull…”

Note 1: The double-horned beast, an obese and unimaginable rare beast, likes to eat fat leopards and cows. It is said that it also specifically chooses the kind of man who is loyal to his wife.

In addition, the powder developed by Horn of Bicorn is one of the important components of Polyjuice Potion.