Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The account of the account has been fulfilled, and then the warmth of the godfather teaches the story. Marx was sitting next to Buckbeak, watching Sirius and Harry quietly, but there was some emotion in his heart.

It was not until three and a half in the afternoon that Harry and the others left the cave under the urging of Sirius.

“Hey… Marx, don’t you leave?” Harry looked at Marx, still sitting still.

“I have something to do later, let’s go back!” Marx waved.

Of course he has something. To put it bluntly, it’s just a matter of convenience to come to Sirius this time. The night’s night is the real purpose of his running out today.

“What’s the matter for a while? Need me to help?” Sirius asked casually.

“No, just go see two people.” Marx was very casually laughing. “After all, the plan is terminated, and some things have to be done with some effort.”

Listening to Marx is actually casual, but Sirius has a lot of thoughts – things related to that plan, where is it easy?

“Two people?” Sirius then asked, “Who are you?”

“It’s all over there, Lucius Malfoy, and old Avery.” Marx, “all of them who are guilty of Voldemort’s control, before I asked them to help me pay attention to Voldemort’s movements.”

“Is they two?” Sirius looked at Marx in amazement. “Can they listen to you?”

“As long as there are enough benefits, coupled with the strength of the shock, smart people understand what to do…” Marx hehe a said with a smile, “Voldemort himself is a half-blood. He can make that many pure-blood The family is doing things for him, relying on the belief in pure blood, and the pure and powerful dark power, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… the pure blood supremacy allows the old wizard family to get more benefits, including the House of Black…” Sirius bored. “You also use this to convince them?”

“Oh… with this kind of invisible interest to get the support of the pure-blood family, it’s no wonder that Voldemort’s Death Eaters are absolutely loyal,” Marx lightly said with a smile. “Voldemort is really Ambition, I also understand the benefits of embracing people. But to say his means… The original Grindelwald is obviously much smarter than him.”

“Grindelwald?” Sirius thought for a moment. “I remember, he preached…”

“It’s a series of regulations against the protection of the muggle,” Marx said. “He’s not sure about the few provisions of the Ministry of Magic that were introduced at the time, and he really got a lot of magic circle elites. And his Those behaviors are the psychological balance for all the wizards – the protection provisions for muggles during that time were a bit overdone.”

“What about you?” Sirius curiously said. “What do you rely on to convince Lucius and Avery to fall to your side?”

“It’s not falling to me,” Marx shook his head. “I don’t need them to fall to me – I don’t have to dominate the magic circle. I just gave them a chance to choose…”

“What choice?”

“I asked them a question at the time: I hope that the number of wizards in the magic circle is getting smaller and smaller, and eventually their family industry is losing money and becoming a common family; or hope that the so-called half-blood and mudblood are more and more So that their sacred 28th family will once again be brilliant -“

Having said that, Marx smiled and said: “Know that the current magic circle is no more than the ancient times… Since the wizard and muggle have been completely separated, the forces of the pure-blood family are shrinking. In fact, they all understand. When the so-called ‘high class’ has no underlying support, the collapse is only a matter of time.”

“…so, the reason they stood on Voldemort was just to use Voldemort’s power to remind the magic circle, just because Voldemort was too powerful, now you have a tiger, it’s hard to get off… …” Sirius thoughtfully said, “But if you do this, are you helping the pure-blood family to continue to make a fortune?”

“hmph, even if I don’t intervene, do you think they can’t really do it?” Marx shrugged, it doesn’t matter. “My appearance just gave them a chance to get out of Voldemort! Once Voldemort failed, they Definitely slipping faster than anyone else – just like it was more than a decade ago.”

“But those families who want to return to the glory of the year are not an easy task… What the magic circle will look like in the future, no one knows.”

After all, Marx turned his eyes to the sky outside the cave, watching the blue sky in the clouds and clouds, and for a time there was some blasphemy.

Yes! What will the future magic circle look like?

In the past, he was also annoyed that the future deviated from expectations. But now, he really hopes that every step that follows is unknown.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Marx dressed up in advance and went to Hog’s Head in Hogsmeade Village.

Marx has been here many times, but this small bar with hundreds of years of history is still so narrow and dirty.

There were thick dirt on the windows here, the light was almost inaccessible, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table.

Everything here is very dirty, from the floor to the roof, even the Butterbeer’s bottle has a thick layer of ash. Even the cloth used to wipe the goblet in Boss’ hands is the same.

“Butterbeer.” Marx sat down at the bar and was hoarse.

To be honest, guests who are willing to come to Hog’s Head generally have some private things that cannot be seen, so few people will go to the bar. Just like now, Marx is sitting there alone, and it looks a bit awkward.

“en?”

Hog’s Head’s Boss is tall, with white hair and white beard on his face and chest. Although he is only awkward, but because of his strong physique and sharp eyes, but others think that he is just rough and arrogant.

In Marx’s words, he looks more like a Viking squad who will slash with both hands, instead of a wizard who relies on magic to fool people.

Boss glanced at Marx and then took a bottle of Butterbeer from the back shelf and placed it in front of Marx with a goblet.

“Scourgify.” Marx took out wand and clicked on the goblet to open the Butterbeer.

The bottles here are very dirty, but the taste is very pure. Marx sipped a few mouthfuls, and suddenly the smell of butter spread in the mouth and nose, making people feel intoxicated.

He likes the low-sugar Butterbeer, which is unique to Hog’s Head. It’s not as sweet as the Three Broomsticks Inn, so you can drink several cups in a row.

“So a good drink, as long as two silver can be a bottle,” Marx rubbed the foam on his lips and exclaimed, “It’s a bit too cheap.”

“That’s three of you can be a bottle.” Boss eyelids did not lift the tunnel.

“You are sitting on the ground, Boss?” Marx raised an eyebrow. “I give four 西可, can you give a message?”

Boss glanced at him again and then replied: “A Galleon.”

His voice did not fall, Marx slammed, and a gold Galleon crossed an arc in the air, accurately falling in the moblet that was wiping in his hand, making a crisp sound.

“The deal.” Marx decisively.

Boss picked up the gold Galleon in the cup and threw it into the small drawer with the coin under the bar.

“Ask! Just ask one, I will tell you if you know, don’t know.”

Obviously, even if you don’t get the answer, the gold Galleon will definitely not come back.

“Of course, you must know this question… I just want to ask…” Marx smiled. “Where are the goats, why do you like them so much?”

Boss stared at him for a while, and it was coldly snorted: “Because they are delicious!”

“Return gold Galleon to me.” Marx handed a hand.

“Is Albus calling you?” Boss took the goblet in his hand to the bar and was discouraged.

“He did mention you to me, but this time it has nothing to do with him.” Marx whispered, “I have asked people to come here to talk about things, and come to your place to get a familiar face.”

“Then go somewhere else,” Boss waved his hand and waved. “Go, don’t get in the way.”

The Boss of Hog’s Head is Dyongdore’s younger brother, the wizard who especially likes goats and even sinned, Aberforth Dumbledore.

To be honest, Marx is really curious – what did he do to the goat?

Not long after, the two wilkards with wide cloak and hoods pushed the door of Hog’s Head and appeared in the sight of Marx.

At this moment, Marx was already sitting at the round table in the room. At this moment, I saw someone waiting for me to come and knocked on the table.

The two sneaky wizards immediately heard the sound, and they looked at each other and then walked to the table where Marx was shrinking and sat down silently.

“Would you like some wine first?” Marx took the lead in using the husky voice to start talking.

“No, I just leave.” One of them almost reached the middle of the table. He lowered his voice. “What happened that day? Why didn’t you appear? The situation is not good now…”

“Yeah, many people are wondering how to recover the failure of that time, or wait for the Lord – when the person comes back, it is not easy to explain.” Another wizard followed.

Marx shook his head and asked calmly: “What? He hasn’t returned yet?”

“Yes…and no one knows when he will suddenly appear in front of everyone. It’s not a good day!”

It can be heard that when the other party said this sentence, the tone was full of bitterness.

“You don’t have to worry about this,” Marx said. “Anyway, you haven’t done anything to betray. What are you worried about? You know, he can be lacking people now!”