Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Teacher, my Marx · McLorne as a student who accepts your magic inheritance, the Mr. Riddle will hand it over to me!”

To be honest, there were not many people who heard this sentence that night, but this kind of thing would be particularly convincing under word of mouth.

In short, Marx and his teacher Gilderoy Lockhart drove Voldemort together, but this is a reality under the eyes of the public, and there is no doubt about the facts.

That night, the most impressive thing was that Marx suddenly appeared, and almost everyone fixed the memory picture on the ice blue light column that was under the air.

As for what happened afterwards, it was secondary.

People only need to understand one thing, that is, after Dumbledore, everyone has a new reliance, his name is Gilderoy Lockhart!

How do you ask him about his strength? joke! The students he taught are so strong, he is definitely more powerful!

Public opinion is always blind, but it is also full of power.

This time, “The Quibbler” edited by Mr. Lovegood was published earlier than “Daily Prophet”, and with Marx as the propaganda of the audio-visual conference, Mr. Lovegood made a lot of money this time.

Although this is inseparable from Marx’s prior reminder, Mr. Lovegood’s trust also brought him a lot of “encourage”.

Voldemort is a strategic retreat this time, but when will it be back next time, it is still an unknown issue.

However, Voldemort, who has been frustrated twice in a row, seems to be quiet, but the major event is not out, the little things are still going on, and the Order of the Phoenix has recently been more active than before.

The overall situation is not going to be better because of the morale of this time. After all, the root cause has not been removed, even if it appears to be temporarily stabilized, it is still the face to face.

Fortunately, because of Marx’s audiovisual plan, a large number of dark wizards and Death Eaters were re-arrested. The bad effects of prisoners’ jailbreaks have been reduced.

“This weather is really hot and hot!”

Marx puts down the quill sighed, picks up the white medicinal bottle on the table, and drops two drops under the foot. Suddenly there was a faint chill that rose and rose all over the body.

“Hey – Shutan!”

……

The hottest day in summer is finally coming to an end.

After that night, Harry returned to Dursley’s house and lived in the boring muggle life in normally. The scope of his activities has remained the same, except for his own room, in fact, only the hydrangea outside the window is left behind.

What I saw and heard that night had a great influence on Harry. No, it can be said that it has a great impact on everyone, and Hermione and Ron are also very surprised.

But at least, they won’t worry about their foreheads, aren’t they?

“Thank God, that kid didn’t come to stick one’s head around to look for… Hey, where did he go?”

In the room, my uncle Vernon Dursley suddenly spoke, and Harry lay lazily under the flowers, listening bored.

“I don’t know,” Petunia said indifferently. “Is not at home anyway.”

This led to Uncle Vernon’s dissatisfied mutter.

“That kid likes to watch the news!” He said in a mean way. “I want to know what he has planned. A normal little devil, who will care about the news! Dudley knows nothing about current events, I doubt he even the prime minister. No one knows! Hell, there is no way in our news that is related to their kind of people –“

“Vernon, hey!” said Petunia, “The window is open!”

“Oh! Yes… Sorry, dear.”

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley finally stopped talking.

While listening to a short slogan about the fruity wheat bran nutritious breakfast, Harry looked at Mrs. Fager, an old-fashioned old lady with a lot of cats on the wisteria road not far from here.

She is walking slowly, frowns, mouth mutter incantations.

Harry thought fortunately that he was hiding behind the bushes, because Mrs. Fergu had recently invited him to drink tea when he met Harry on the street.

Not long after, she turned around the corner and disappeared.

At this time Uncle Vernon’s voice floated out of the window: “Did Dudley go out for tea?”

“Go to the Poccis home.” Petunia said kindly, “He has made so many children, everyone likes him so much!”

Harry tried to control himself, so he didn’t make a noise from his nose.

It’s foolish to see Deanley’s couple treating their treasured son Dudley. Dudley made a stupid lie every night during the summer vacation, saying that he went to somebody in his gang of scoundrels to drink tea, and they actually believed it!

Harry knew it very well that Dudley didn’t go anywhere to drink tea. He and his buddies used to destroy public property in the playground every night, smoke on the corner, throw cars at the passing cars, and throw stones at children.

Harry saw these acts when they walked in the Little Huijin area at night.

Most of the summer he wandered the streets, smashing newspapers out of the trash bin along the way – to be honest, it was much more comfortable than staying at the Dursley home.

The beginning of the news at seven o’clock was passed to Harry’s ear, and he quickly erected his ears and listened with a little nervousness.

“…The strike of the Spanish baggage handlers entered the second week, and a large number of holidaymakers were stranded at the airport…”

“If I were, let them enjoy a nap for life.” The newscaster’s don’s barely fell, Uncle Vernon snarled, but it didn’t matter, Harry in the outside of the flower bed had fallen to the ground.

If something really happens, it must be headline news, death and disaster are far more important than vacationers staying at the airport.

He slowly let out a long friendly breath, looking up at the clear blue sky.

Almost every day of the summer is like this: nervousness, expectation, a sigh of relief, and then the strings are tightened a little bit.

And a problem is getting more and more urgent: Why is there nothing happening yet?

He continued to listen, fearing that in the unlikely event of some inconspicuous clues, the muggles had not figured out what was going on—such as someone missing for unknown reasons or a strange accident.

But after the news of the baggage handler’s strike, it was the drought in the southeastern region, and then a helicopter crashed in the fields of Surrey, and then a famous actress divorced her famous husband.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley’s spit is as fierce and stupid as ever, compared to a straightforward news broadcast that gives Harry more peace of mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, because the sunset glow of the sky became a bit dazzling.

“Finally, the budgie Bunge found a cool new way this summer! It lived in Bunge, Barnsley’s five feather streets, and learned to ski with water! Mary Dolkin gave you a detailed report. “”

Voldemort has indeed returned, and he even saw it at the audiovisual meeting! However, mugge World does not seem to have any bad events.

Is there really nothing happened? Or to say… Actually, what happened to the accident, but was covered by the Britain Ministry of Magic?

Now that the budgie sled has been said, it seems that there will be no more news worth listening to. He turned over carefully, crawling up with his knees and elbows, preparing his hands and feet and climbing off the window.

However, he dared to say that he had just climbed two inches!

With such a distance of two inches, several things happened one after another. It really said that it was too late.

Just listening to a loud, echoing popping sound, like a gunshot, smashing the sleepy silence; a cat smashed out from under a stopped car, disappeared; Dursley’s home There was a scream in the living room, a shout, and a broken porcelain.

Harry seemed to be waiting for this signal all the time. He stood up violently and pulled out a thin wooden wand from his jeans pocket like a sword. But before he stood up straight, his head slammed into it. Dursley’s open window. With a bang, the aunt Petunia was even louder.

Harry’s pain was smashed into two halves for his head, tears in his eyes.

He swayed his body and looked at the street, trying to make the blurred vision clear, so that he could figure out where the sound was coming from.

But he barely stood up straight, and there were two purple-red big hands sticking out of the open window and clinging to his throat.

“Take it up – the stick!” Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry’s ear. “Come on! Don’t let – people – see it!”

“Let…open…I!” Harry gasped.

They wrestled for a few seconds, and Harry used his left hand to pick up his father’s sausage-like fingers, and the right hand held the raised wand firmly.

Then, Harry had a sharp pain in his head that was so painful.

Uncle Vernon yelled, like an electric shock, loosening Harry. It seems that his nephew within the body has an invisible force that makes him unable to catch him.

Harry gasping for breath plunged into the hydrangea, then straightened up and looked at all around.

He couldn’t see where the sound was coming from, but there were a few faces in the various windows around him. Harry hurriedly stuffed the wand into his jeans and pretended not to have anything.

“What a fascinating night!” Uncle Vernon waved his hand to the wife who was squinting from the back of the mesh curtain. Loudly said, “Have you heard the sound of the car tempering? I scared me and Petunia a lot.” Jump it!”

There was always an ugly, mad-like smile on his face until the curious neighbors disappeared from their various windows.

Then his smile suddenly turned into a sly anger, and he signaled Harry to come back to him.

Harry moved a few steps forward and carefully stopped in time to prevent Uncle Vernon’s outstretched hands from covering his throat.

“What the hell are you doing, boy?” Uncle Vernon asked with a low voice that shivered slightly.

“Hey…play, bother, please…you know how Hogwarts is going?” Suddenly, a soft, timid voice rang from behind Harry. “…I seem to…get lost. ”