Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The night was getting thicker in the cold air, and the frosty snow-covered roof and chimneys, the dry and entangled tree shrews, and even the sculptures on the shop eaves seemed to fall into the mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade Village has always been like this.

Everywhere is a cold and shaded feeling, and it becomes invisible at night, a little bit of love to scare people.

But the two bars here, in every night, use the dim light in the windows to bring a touch of warmth to the guests in the evening.

Marx took a magical creature in his hand and walked down the street, walking towards Hog’s Head at the other end.

In the village of Hogsmeade, Three Broomsticks Inn and Hog’s Head are located right at the head of the village and at the end of the village. The types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other and have always coexisted harmoniously.

In these few days, Hogsmeade is no longer snowing, and the vision has become much wider.

Marx looked around and soon saw the faint fire that fell on the snow.

Turning right to a junction, the old bar that had not been repaired for many years suddenly caught his eye, and the ruined signboard was a bit too sloppy.

Pushing in the door, Aberforth at the bar squinted at the door as the squeaky bell rang.

“en?”

Aberforth’s beard was slightly moved, and his eyes were a little bigger.

“good evening!”

Marx smiled and said hello, looking around and looking around, but found that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth had a squint and his eyes were pumping.

“…Good evening,” he seemed to endure anger and dryly. “This shop doesn’t welcome pets, you plug it in and come in.”

Marx shrugged said: “I don’t know if you like sheep, hey!”

He took the rope in his hand and turned the sheep he brought, and then patted the tail of the sheep.

“Altay Big Tail Sheep! Come from Asia… 瞧 This perfect curve…” He said, and took a hard shot. “This fat and round sheep tail, how great!”

Aberforth listened, and the corner of his eye was pumping again.

“I like goats! Do you understand? Goats!” His voice was low. “You took a sheep, are you going to insult the biggest hobby of my life?”

“Is this not good?” Marx looked down again and subconsciously took another slap.

“You kid, don’t understand the beauty of the goat!” Aberforth put the goblet in his hand on the bar, pointing to Marx with angrily.

“Okay, okay… I can’t apologize yet?” Marx smiled and shook his hand, pulling the sheep out again, bolting it on the pillar at the door, and then came inside.

“Butterbeer,” he pointed to the stove in the back. “Help me hot?”

Aberforth grabbed a gray bottle from under the bar and slid it in front of Marx with a goblet.

“Hot yourself hot!” he said with no anger.

Marx shrugged, pulled out wand and ordered the bottle and goblet. After cleaning, the Butterbeer in the bottle was poured into the goblet.

Then he pulled the wand around the goblet a few times, and with the flames fluttering, the liquid in the cup gradually raised tiny bubbles.

Soon, there was a hot transpiration on the upper edge of the goblet, and a thick buttery smell spread out.

“It’s a so-called genius…” Aberforth muttered. “I hate genius.”

“What happened to the genius, not all people.” Marx said with a smile. “When the bad luck, no one can hide…”

“Do you not deny that you are a genius?” Aberforth despised him.

“As far as I know, I want to deny that I have to agree with others…” Marx said, taking the goblet and taking a swig, it took a sigh of relief. “The so-called ‘genius’ It’s never been the self-styled party. You don’t understand your brother?”

“He?” Aberforth snorted. “He was a genius at your age, and he was complaining all day that he was not showing his talent…”

“…the older the more modest?” Marx was curious.

“hmph…what is this?” Aberforth dismissively said, “A ‘genius’, only when I do something stupid, I know the convergence! It’s a pity… It’s too late!”

Marx listened and couldn’t help but touch his face.

This old man is really right, not only his brother Dumbledore, but even he almost embarked on the one-way inself of the oneself infallible…

“Well…” Marx thought for a moment and suddenly looked up and said seriously. “You are right! To thank you, I will pick you a goat when I come back next time!”

“Shut up!” Aberforth glanced at him. “I don’t want to hear the word ‘goat’ in your mouth. Like you, a unknowing little devil, such a beautiful word is spoken in your mouth. insult!”

Marx forced a row of foreheads and shook his head with helplessness – the goods were absolutely unsaved!

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and the broken bell rang again, and a man wearing a black cloak strode in from the outside.

“Go out!”

Aberforth just looked up and almost doubled his eyes and immediately snorted.

“Well?”

Marx turned around and found that the man was shouted at the door because of Aberforth’s shouted, quite a bit of a dilemma, it should look like Snape.

“What’s wrong?” He looked back and strangely looked towards Aberforth.

“This kid ran to listen to other people’s conversations fourteen years ago and was smashed by me!” Aberforth pointed at the door.

Marx looked back and looked at Snape again – everyone had a hood! And… fourteen years ago? This is recognized?

“……time to go!”

Snape’s voice sounded rather annoying. After he dropped a sentence, he immediately turned and walked out.

Marx looked at Aberforth intricately and couldn’t help but look at it.

“You are really good enough!”

He finished, took the goblet out of breath, and then put down the money to go outside, and the Aberforth behind it was just impatiently coldly snorted.

The air outside was obviously much colder than the room, and Marx couldn’t help but shrink his neck, which was looking at Snape.

“I still use you to take you there?” Snape frowned. “With your ability, don’t you?”

Marx smiled and shook his head. “It’s not that it’s not. It’s always a situation that deviates from the goal. It doesn’t matter how you try it…”

Disapparation is not a space move, it can be solved without calculation. It is more of a long-distance movement that relies on memory and perceived residue.

For a general wizard, it’s okay to do it by feeling. Marx can always be biased if he relies on feelings to cast spells.

At least, before he can understand the broken rule rune contained in the Disapparation spell, he can never rely on precise calculations to correct the offset of the coordinates.

“As for where the problem is, I don’t understand it until now…” He helpedlessly spread the handkerchief.

“You better understand it earlier.”

Snape said, reaching out to Marx’s arm and grabbing it, and with a twist, the two immediately disappeared in place.

……

Going to Riddle House again is another feeling.

For Voldemort, Marx has no confusion about the unknown, and now he probably knows the secret behind Voldemort’s resurrection.

As for whether or not to continue to explore the “inspired monument”, he also had a preliminary plan.

The original plan has been terminated, but some of it can be implemented in the current situation. It is just that he will not be free to do anything until everything is completely understood.

Followed by Snape, and after he pushed away the slightly dilapidated threshold, the two went together in the hall.

“si si -“

A giant snake comparable to Basilisk was in the hall, and it was obviously the snake named “Nagini” that Voldemort raised.

When Marx came here last time, it was not here, but this time he was hit by him.

Although it is not clear what Voldemort is… or what the enchanting monument has done to it, it can obviously grow to a great extent.

It seems that the general wizard sees that it is estimated to be only the part of the road.

In the dark, Nagini’s eyes sparkled with wisdom of the light, like a black Death, wrapped in a lot of black gas, looks fierce, but hidden and savvy.

Marx doesn’t know Parseltongue, so I don’t understand what it means to be “si si”. According to the behavior of this snake, it is obviously not difficult to guess – it seems instinctively not want to be close to this side.

“Is it even more stupid than Aragog?” Marx wondered. “Is this Basilisk transformed by Voldemort?”

“Don’t arbitrarily speculate on the greatness of the Dark Lord!”

Unconsciously, Snape has already entered the show, and this time he has seriously criticized Marx.

Marx was just shrugged, then stopped looking at the big snake, followed Snape to the stairs and went upstairs to Study.

“笃笃”

Two light and cautious knocks sounded, and the Death Eaters in Study turned their heads alertly and looked over the door.

Voldemort, who was sitting at the other end of the long table with a closed eye to rest, suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared to the last time, there was a strangely black flame in his pupil, which kept beating and it looked strange.

“Come in.”

His voice also seemed to have a hoarse feeling, as if it had been drinking water for a long time, dry and dignified.

With his words, Study’s door was gently pushed open and Snape took the lead.

“Master, Marx · McLorne is here.”

The voice didn’t fall, even the Marx people hadn’t come in yet, and all the Death Eaters immediately opened their eyes, staring prudently at the deep, dim door.