Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The sun rises out of the window and will sprinkle the warmth of the rays of light to the earth. The pleasant climate will dispel the coldness of the past and put a golden coat on the Hogwarts Castle.

In the conference room next to the auditorium, the sun slanted through the window, filling the emptiness here.

Of course, this is the emptiness of a person who is solely “Marx” – because he has no family at all.

Fleur’s younger sister, Gabrielle Delacour, took her mother’s hand and shook her eyes at the water, squinting at the “Marx” standing alone at the window and bathing in the sun.

From Gabrielle’s point of view, “Marx” just happened to block the rising sun, so she could barely see the other’s expression.

All she could see was a silhouette of a teenager who was outlined by the bright sun.

“Oh – today’s wind is so good!”

An inexplicable sigh came from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a gust of spring breeze, and the hair that was blown by the wind, messy… The sigh was like a cloud of smoke, but with some inexplicable dignity.

“…”

Gabrielle licked his mouth and was a little silent for a while. Then she suddenly let go of Mother’s hand and bravely took a step forward.

“Mr. MrLorne, the wind itself has no sound!”

The skirt of the female child’s feet fluttered slightly, filled with layers of ripples.

The face of “Marx” was stiff and could be restored to calm again.

“cough cough…” He cleared his throat and ignored the female child’s serious correction. “…but the wind seems to be sobbing…”

“Mr. MrLorne!” Gabrielle looked at him with pure eyes and said seriously, “The wind won’t cry!”

Fleur quickly stretched her hand and then looked at “Marx” with her strange eyes with her different eyes – in fact, Fleur was just a doubt, but the mothers of the sisters frowned slightly.

“Gabrielle, don’t talk to strange people.” She regained the hands of youngest daughter and whispered in French.

Unfortunately, the “Marx” is now really fluent in French.

His face flashed for a moment, but immediately stretched his face and tried to maintain the superficial image of the coquettish.

“Marx?”

Delacour mother and daughter have not had time to continue to say anything, and Hermione has suddenly opened her mouth…

“…Marx, don’t you go together?” She screamed. “That… I have come with both father and mother. Let’s go outside and enjoy the sun? Well… and that…”喧嚣wind of?”

“Miss Granger, the wind is not…hey…”

Gabrielle’s mother simply caught the mouth of her daughter – she didn’t understand, are these champions and each of them a sulky bard? Nothing to talk about something messy here?

However, the “Marx” that stood in the wind in the wind seemed to be smashed at once, and the color of the surprise on the face was almost unmasked.

“Well…” He finished his expression and suddenly turned back to Hermione. “Go ahead! Take advantage of this wind to bring some bad things before Hogwarts!”

But at this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and Ron hurried in.

Didn’t he go to the exam? How would it appear here?

“Marx!” Ron held his knees and looked like a gasping for breath. “Oops! I–” He swallowed his mouth. “My cauldron is leaking again! Can you borrow it?” Give it to me?”

“Marx” paused in the footsteps, deeply took a deep breath, and then stiffly nodded.

“…Yes, of course.” He turned to Ron and said in a deep tone of resentment qi, “But I want to tell you something first-“

“Diagon Alley’s junk shop has a lot of used cauldron for sale, all of which are half-price sales… Why don’t you buy two more?”

The wind in June is not so embarrassing. And cauldron, whether it’s full price or half price, once it’s leaked, it will naturally leak.

By the way, it’s irrelevant – the potato chips of Britain are really hard to eat!

……

Today, all day, I spent the rest of my life – at least for the champions and their respective parents and elders.

Lockhart, disguised as Marx, hasn’t tried to attract the attention of the little girl since she planted a big heel in the conference room.

“What happened to the girls now? Remember when many young girls liked this literary bard fan?”

On the sloped lawn by the lake, Lockhart sits on the ground and squints with his eyes closed…

“Do you say… I am out of date?”

It was not until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium to enjoy the last stopped dinner before the game.

Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge sat down at the teacher’s bench. Bagman looked very happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Madam Maxime, had a sullen face and a brief remark.

Madam Maxime ate her head, her eyes seemed a bit red, and Hagrid at the other end of the table looked at her.

Dinner is more than usual, but the champions have not eaten much, because everyone is very nervous now, including the Lockhart disguised as Marx.

When the magic ceiling was turned from blue to dark purple, Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty and everyone was quiet.

“Ladies and gentlemen… After another 5 points clock, I will invite everyone to the Quiddich stadium to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, please the champions follow Mr. Bagman and go to the stadium to get ready. ”

The four champions stood up. Everyone’s expressions are different – Fleur seems to be hesitant, and “Marx” is squinting, Hermione is relatively better, but the most nervous is our Mr Potter.

“Is it okay, Harry?” Bagman asked as they walked down the stone steps. “Is there confidence?”

“Oh, yes,” Harry said.

Of course, it was casually dealt with. He kept tweeting the curses he had practiced in his mind – they all remembered, but this did not make him feel better.

On the other hand, the “Marx”, which has been hung with his eyes, suddenly raised his head, with a hint of deep consolation in his eyes.

When they walked into the Quiddich stadium, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.

A wide circular platform was built on the original Quiddich stadium, which completely covered the huge caves with the lawn.

In the center of the circular platform, a disc-shaped shallow pit was pulled out, surrounded by four half-human-high gray stone pillars.

And at the top of the stone pillar, there is a bottle of transparent potion bottle with different shades of powder. Is that a floo powder? Why is there many colors?

The entire venue looks like an empty altar, and the four champions are undoubtedly the candidates who will soon be sacrifices.

After 5 points, the surrounding stands began to enter.

Hundreds of students squatted into the air, filled with excitement and chaotic footsteps.

The sky is now clear and deep blue, and the stars gradually reveal the silhouette. They are as flashing as ever, just like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.

Professors Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium and came to Bagman and several champions. Their hats are adorned with flashing red stars – except Hagrid, whose red star is behind his terry vest.

“We will always be here,” Professor McGonagall said to the champions. “If you have difficulties, want to get help or decide to abstain, use the fire spell to light the powder in the bottle. We will have someone to help you. I understand. ?”

“Professor, is that floo powder?” Hermione couldn’t help but ask.

Professor McGonagall ordered nodded: “Yes, it is a special custom floo powder for this project. When they are ignited, the Floo Network node fixed in the bottle will ignite the magic flame on the ground and connect the two places. The Floo Network route.”

“…but this special floo powder is very expensive. It only has one usage. Please carefully judge the timing of use. Do you know?”

They are nodded together.

“Well, you can ignite the magical flames that are transmitted randomly!” Bagman said happily to the four rescuers.

“Good luck to you, Marx, Harry, Hermione.”

Hagrid whispered, and the four men walked toward the “altar” in the middle and stood by the four pillars. Then, Professor McGonagall took out a floo powder and sprinkled it into the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a flaming flame swelled high and turned it into a bright green bonfire.

At this time, Bagman pointed to his throat with wand and read “Sonorus”, so his magic-magnified sound echoed in the stands.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the last game of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! The current leader is Marx McLorne – 88, the first place, Durmstrang magic school! ”

The applause and cheers are not too many, but it is not too small – many students who like Marx are trying to applaud and break the silent night sky.

“The second place is Harry Potter – 73 points, Hogwarts magic school!” Another applause sounded, and his home court advantage gave him more encouragement.

“Hermione Granger – 64 points, third place, Hogwarts magic school!”

Compared to Harry, Hermione got a lot less applause. After all, Harry’s Legendary experience made him destined to add a lot of points in others’ minds.

“Finally, fourth place, Fleur · Delacour – 62, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!”

Recognizable, only Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione applauded Fleur in the stands, and only the students of Beauxbatons were left.

Of course, there is a dull Maddam Maxime, she seems to think that Fleur is two points lower than Hermione.

At this time, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hands in full of energy.

“Now… Mr. McLorne, please listen to my whistle!” he shouted. “Three…two…-! Go to the magic flame!”