Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…I thought you were a wizard who really knows the charm of dark magic… I thought you were the closest follower to the owner… but now I understand, you are just another fake idiot from Dumbledore. Just already!”

“I’m not afraid of your soul magic! Come ah! If you kill me today, in the future I will let you enlighten me, what is the real dark magic!”

Barty Jr. Crouch’s thinking has been completely eroded by the power of darkness, and it is not only Voldemort’s evil thoughts that affect him and corrupt him, but also the negative inducement that dark magic brings to him.

Looking at Barty Jr. Crouch, who was in a desperate situation and completely crazy, Marx shook his head slightly.

In fact, Marx’s words are already obvious.

He didn’t want Barty Jr.’s life at all, because it doesn’t have much value for him now, but who knows, Barty Jr. This temper comes up, and even if he compromises, he doesn’t want to.

“If that’s the case, then you still…”

Marx hadn’t finished talking yet, but he saw Barty Jr. suddenly violently, holding a strange dagger in his hand and stabbing him.

“hahaha… come on! Kill me! Kill me!”

Looking at the posture, it seems that it was necessary to counterattack before dying, forcing Marx to even say nothing in the second half of the sentence, and read the mantra in a reflexive manner.

“…Avada Kedavra.”

The infiltrating green light illuminates silently in the bushes of Forbidden Forest, then quietly extinguishes, and Barty Jr. stretches his neck so weakly that he squats on the ground and cuts off his breath.

Marx found out that it was a coincidence that his left hand was awkwardly placed on his neck.

Marx seemed to ponder a bit and then licked Barty Jr.’s left hand. Then, a brass key tied to his neck and tied with a black cord was pulled out of the collar by Marx.

Old Barty stood next to the trunk, staring at the key and gasping vigorously. His feet were like nails on the ground, and he couldn’t move half a step.

The next moment, the surrounding jungle and the son lying on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding became a dark and dead. In a twinkling of an eye, he felt his body lightened and was quietly rising with a hidden force.

Then, with a tidal suction like coming from behind, he shook his body and felt the touch of a down-to-earth touch.

The stone basin still gleamed in the cupboard in front of him, and Marx was still standing beside him, and one hand was still on his shoulder, which saved him the possibility of falling because of the unstable center of gravity.

“… Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch?”

Still immersed in the last moment, Old Barty stood in front of the stone basin, and felt that Marx’s call was far and near, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

“Oh…thank you…” old Barty turned his head and looked at Marx, who was holding his own, still with a trace of confusion.

When Marx saw that Crouch was standing firm, he stretched out wand and stirred it up in the meditation basin, and then raised the previous smattering memory, and let it disappear completely with a flick of it.

“…that…the key?”

Old Barty seemed to understand what it was, subconsciously put his hand into the pocket of his trousers and slammed out a brass key exactly the same as he had just seen.

It was this brass key, Barty Jr., who used his own father to trap himself in the magic box; it was this key, Sirius, under Marx鈥檚 request, saved old Barty from the magic box. come out.

When old Barty was rescued by Sirius, it was already in a state of dehydration. If Marx couldn’t notice the key, the old Barty, who was not rescued in time, was estimated to be thirsty in the box.

Even Marx couldn’t judge whether the last action of Barty Jr. was a coincidence.

But now, what is the truth is no longer so important.

“…thank you…yes, thank you…”

Old Barty’s gaze moved from the key to Marx’s face, and he thanked him with sincerity.

He may be thanking Marx for saving his life, or perhaps thanking Marx for letting him see what he hopes to see…

Marx just nodded, then looked at the old Barty and Dumbledore, and Moody, and then walked away. It鈥檚 like he came over today, just want to take a good look at what Marx looks like, and he barely said a few words.

“Mr. Crouch has just returned from the Ministry of Magic,” Dumbledore said, looking at the door of the headmaster room, which was re-closed. He said softly, “He told me that he had just resigned. Then he plans to adopt one or two orphans, then Let them grow up with them.”

鈥淪ingle-parent families are not easy.鈥?Marx shrugged.

Mad-eye Han glanced at him and said casually: “Crouch is now short of people and not short of money.”

“They don’t lack money, but we don’t have it!” Dumbledore snapped. “Marx, what’s the situation with the new base? So the old house, I am afraid I have to pay more attention to the renovation?”

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Early in the morning, Marx was chatting with two old and young, but Harry just woke up.

This time, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses from morning to night, the girl who loves to mention the belt of the trousers has suddenly lowered his tone after almost irreparable consequences in the second task.

He is very sorry, I am really sorry!

Even if he had already received the understanding of the parties, he himself could not be relieved. He doesn’t know how long this repressed emotion will last, maybe a month or two? One or two years?

Still a lifetime?

Maybe time will dilute it all? I am just not ready yet!

I still need to slow down a little…

Harry leaned back on the bed and looked at the bill on top of his head, recalling the years that Hogwarts had come.

Whether someone else regards him as a savior or as a plague, his Harry Potter is always a popular teenager. Here, it is as if everyone knows him, and everyone knows the past that he does not even know.

But the root of this popularity is built on the fearful name that doesn’t even dare–oh, remember that Marx said, what seems to be because of the name magic power?

Ok! All in all, someone else knows him because of Voldemort!

And the word “Voldemort” always stands for cruelty, panic, and death… and the reputation associated with such a terrifying guy, if he can, Harry Potter really doesn’t want it!

Long sighed, Harry rolled over and when he rushed to wash, he found Ron still asleep in bed!

Harry actually noticed it recently, and Ron and Hermione seem to be a bit abnormal. But he is very bored by himself! It鈥檚 really hard to worry about the two of them.

Is it nothing more than quarreling? How many times have this been?

Just a few days ago, they seemed to be reconciled… nothing else, just because Harry woke up to drink water at night, he could hear Ron鈥檚 grunt again.

Harry didn’t bother Ron’s sleep, but turned away from the bedroom and walked toward the outside common room.

The new day is starting again, he has to prepare the third task of the third round.

The troubles in my heart can only continue to bury deep in my heart. He has to be as relaxed as peace. He can’t let Ron and Hermione come to worry about him…

Ron’s exam will end on the third task day, he should have taken the time to review, but he is very enthusiastic to help Harry and Hermione – although sometimes it will help.

“Don’t worry,” Ron said when he pointed out the review question to him and suggested that he and Hermione could practice on their own. “At least I can get a high score in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.” … even Mad-Eye Moody doesn’t teach so many spells in class!”

鈥淎nd…鈥?Ron said, suddenly trying to test the Impediment Jinx in a bee flying into the house, causing it to suddenly stop in midair, then he was excited and excited, 鈥?#8230;this will be Auror for me later. It is a good training.”

“You want to be Auror?” Harry was surprised.

Ron slammed his head and said: “It鈥檚 all right… isn鈥檛 it cool?鈥?/p>

As time went by, I entered June in unconsciously, and the atmosphere in the castle became nervous and excited.

Everyone is looking forward to the third competition that will be held one week before the holiday.

Harry and Hermione practiced the spells whenever they had time. It can be seen that both of them worked very hard because they clearly felt their own strengths.

According to the first two projects, this third task is definitely a journey full of dangers.

Professor McGonagall always bumped into Harry, Hermione and Ron to practice everywhere in the school, so she allowed them to use the transfiguration classroom during lunch time.

At the same time, World outside the school is also undergoing earth-shaking changes, and the messy information spread to the students in various channels.

As Marx said, Voldemort did have a lot of frequent and trivial little moves, ranging from roadside theft to large house explosions, and various cases were consuming the security of Ministry of Magic.

What is hidden in it is between the new student’s Order of the Phoenix and the old Death Eater, and the intense collisions again and again.

Marx is not convenient for direct release. However, depending on the potion he provided from time to time, he became an excellent logistician who was unanimously appreciated by all members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius now sends owls to Harry every day. Like Ron, he seems to be bent on helping Harry pass the third task before he considers other things.

He reminds Harry in every letter that you have no responsibility to manage things outside the scope of Hogwarts, and you have no ability to influence them.

Early this morning, when Harry was reading Sirius’s letter again, an owl sent Hermione’s morning “Daily Prophet” as usual.

She opened the newspaper and habitually glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.