Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Last night at Hog’s Head, Marx certainly didn’t tell Lucius and the old Avery about the planned termination. This thing can only be known by oneself, and the guys like Lucius and Avery are obviously not allowed to know.

He just implicitly stated that the plan will be temporarily delayed so that Voldemort can be resolved more properly.

As for when it will be, it is natural to say it again.

Although not very willing, Lucius and the old Avery can only press the anxiety of the heart, nodded to understand.

no way! Light Dumbledore is enough for them, and now Marx itself is not easy, how to stand up, for the old fritters like Lucius and old Avery, my heart is clear.

After picking them back, Marx glanced at the “snow witch” and finally shook his head and turned back to Hogwarts.

What is hidden in the ghost swamp in North America, he now has a rough concept. Selene, the “snow witch”, is still worried about how to treat mother.

However, Marx hasn’t made up his mind yet, and shouldn’t touch the things that shouldn’t be touched.

“Even if you want to go, you have to be prepared. At least, the research and practice of the rule rune is the highest priority now.”

As a matter of thought, Marx dismissed the idea of ​​going to the “snow witch”.

Early the next morning, Luna was sent to the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey.

She can be discharged so soon, in fact, it is still largely Marx because the bottle of potion is used in time. All trauma, as long as it is not extremely serious, can usually be cured quickly under the combination of magic and potion.

Fortunately, Gryffindor sword although no stronghold one cannot overcome, sharp exception, even magic can be a sword, but its damage effect is physical.

Perhaps it was designed this way, and perhaps, Harry didn’t actually play its real utility.

In short, Luna was discharged from the hospital, and the most happy is Marx.

“It’s finally discharged, it’s worth celebrating. It’s just Sunday, what do you want to eat? Or where to play?” Marx’s face was filled with a clean smile.

Speaking of it, he hasn’t really laughed for a long time.

Now that emotions and emotions are finally back, he can’t help but find out that his smile has recently increased a lot before he lost his emotions.

Just as Marx and Luna walked out of the school hospital door, suddenly he felt a scent of assaults the senses.

He subconsciously stepped back, and then turned around and found a silhouette with him passing by. If you don’t avoid it, you will definitely be hit.

Marx looked back.

Good guy! If you don’t avoid it, it’s not as simple as being hit!

The silhouette that just came on is not someone else. It is the normal and arrogant, familiar with the passionate Beauxbatons school flower – Fleur · Delacour.

And this beautiful woman, now half-folded with her arms, looked at him with a look!

“Miss Delacour, are you?” Marx politely left a step for her, lest she should keep on doing so.

Fleur looked at Luna next to Marx as if he had understood what it was. She stood up again and resumed the usual elegant style. She smiled and said, “Oh – Mr. McLorne, I just want to congratulate this…”

“She is Luna Lovegood, a student at Ravenclaw house.” Marx kindly reminded.

“Well, yes… I just want to congratulate her on her health again. I just accidentally admit the wrong person…” Fleur laughed. “The labyrinth is really dangerous! Isn’t it?”

How Luna was injured, Fleur certainly didn’t know. For her, the labyrinth is dangerous everywhere, even if it is hurt, it is not surprising.

And her thoughts almost represent the thinking of most students.

“Thank you.”

Luna also smiled slightly, but her eyes stayed on the small accessories on Fleur’s earlobe. It seems that she is more interested in something else than Fleur’s jealous appearance.

“Right, let me officially introduce it,” Fleur suddenly pointed to the door. “This is my younger sister, Gabrielle Delacour, and she wants to thank you. If it weren’t for you, she might be because of me.” Suffering from the lack of ability!”

Marx turned his head and saw a petite and lovely young girl standing in the hallway outside the door. When Marx looked at her, she found that she was staring at him with a fiery look.

The little girl named Gabrielle looks like she is in her early teens, just like the miniature version of Fleur, with long waisted golden hair and silver light.

When her eyes tilted, the eyelashes glowed slightly, accompanied by the sun shining from the window, which looked like Angel.

Marx carefully approached Luna for a step closer, trying to block the inexplicable brilliance of Gabrielle with Luna’s innocent brilliance.

“Hey… how are you?” Marx didn’t know for himself. Why did he say hello in the tone of doubt?

“Hello, Mr. McLorne…” Gabrielle’s face burst into a sweet smile. “Thank you that day, thank you for saving Gabrielle…”

“Oh – you’re welcome.” Marx also smiled and nodded.

“Maybe you haven’t used breakfast yet? If you don’t mind, why don’t we go to the auditorium together?” Fleur smacked the hair behind his ear and opened the advice.

“Oh-oh, sorry, we have already eaten it,” Marx immediately replied, “If there is a chance, please call us again next time.”

“That’s a pity, okay…” Fleur looked pitifully. “So, my younger sister and I should go to eat, goodbye!”

Gabrielle also followed the individual, and then the big one and the small two were accompanied.

“Marx?” Luna suddenly shouted at him.

Marx turned to look at her, wondering: “What’s wrong?”

“Are you very hot in Africa?”

Although he has been acquainted with Luna for almost four years, he still feels that he often can’t keep up with each other’s ideas. But fortunately, at least Luna will not ask some questions of stream of consciousness. Since she asks, it must be seeking answers that are consistent with common sense.

“Yes! It’s hot… Why did you suddenly ask this?” Marx was curious.

“The last letter from Father said that someone invited him to Egypt… It is said that the wizard over there found a new pyramid.” Luna blinked.

“That… are you planning to travel to Egypt?” Marx asked.

Luna shook her head and said calmly: “We don’t have money at home. If we go to Egypt, we should be hungry.”

To be honest, Marx is interested in helping Xenophilius. However, he is willing to help, people are not necessarily accepted!

For the Lovegood family, it is the most important thing to live by following your own ideas. The magazine “The Quibbler” has been selling at a low level, but Xenophilius has never had the idea of ​​changing the direction of the content.

But to be honest, the content in the magazine is too maverick, and many things are plausible, making it difficult to accept. Even if you are a regular loyal reader of a magazine, you can use it as a what a joke book.

“Well, I still don’t go, it’s really hot.” Marx nodded said, “There is very little rain, the weather is very dry, and it is not suitable for tourism in terms of climate.”

The two chatted casually and planned to take a walk on the lawn outside the castle – recently staying in the ward, Luna wanted to go outside.

But in the foyer, they saw Hermione walking towards the stairs with a face – she didn’t seem to see Marx.

“What happened to her?” Marx thought. “Oh… most of them Harry and Ron make her angry again?”

This time Marx really loved them, and Hermione showed this appearance, but there are other reasons. Moreover, for the time being, only Hermione knew it alone – in fact, she didn’t want to let others know.

Hermione was still the same as gloomy until breakfast the next day. Even if Harry and Ron ask again and again, she would not say anything.

At this moment, the owls who sent the letters were Accio, and Hermione, who had been silent, seemed to be distracted by them. It can be seen that she is also looking up.

“What are you waiting for? Parents have learned to send letters with owl?” Harry was curious.

“No, no,” Hermione said. “I ordered a copy of Daily Prophet. Now everything is known from the Slytherins, I am bored.”

“Good idea!” Harry said, looking up at the owls. “Hey, Hermione, I think you’re lucky—”

A grey owl towards Hermione Accio.

“But it didn’t come to the newspaper.” She said, she looked a little disappointed, “it–“

Unexpectedly, the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, followed by Accio’s four warehouse owls, a tan owl, and a gray forest owl.

“How many order orders did you send?” Harry said, grabbing Hermione’s goblet so that it would not be overturned by this large group of owls.

They all rushed to the front and tried to send the first letter to her.

“Hell, what the hell is going on -” Hermione said, taking the letter from the gray owl and looking up, “Aiya, Aiya!” She screamed in anger, her face flushed.

“What happened?” Ron said.

“This – this is simply ridiculous -” She stuffed the letter to Harry, and Harry saw that it was not a handwritten handwriting, but as if it were spelled out with the letters cut out in “Witch Weekly”:

“You are a bad girl, you don’t deserve Harry Potter, you don’t deserve Wickerdo Krum, go back to your muggle home!”