Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the side of the dinning table in the living room, the Marx, who is drinking tea, and the eagerly shivering Petunia are in stark contrast.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at them both in a puzzled look, wondering what they were talking about.

In fact, after Petunia screamed to stop it, Marx didn’t go on. What he did was nothing more than giving Harry a little warning.

Nowadays, even if the broken things of Chen Guzi’s rotten sesame seeds are said, it doesn’t really make much sense.

Or, unless Petunia is willing to take the initiative to say something, it will not be able to reflect its true value if it is faked by others.

“Harry, go to Pack and have your luggage. It’s time to go.”

Harry hearing this stunned, seeing no one to stop him, but instead felt a little uncomfortable. After he nodded a little, he turned and ran to the second floor.

In the following time, no one spoke again. During this moment of silence, Marx slowly drank the black tea and then returned the empty teacup to the cup and saucer.

At the same time, Harry just took a big suitcase and walked down.

“Thank you for your hospitality, madam…” Marx stood up and politely said, “So, we are rude.”

He gestured to the Dursley’s slightly nodded, and then he walked back to the gate, and Harry and Lenny hurriedly followed.

But when Marx walked to the door, he seemed to think of something, and he paused.

“Harry, don’t talk to your coward’s aunt… Well, is there a cousin?”

“No need!”

Harry turned back subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room shouted out loud.

Instead, his aunt Petunia didn’t say anything, just looking at Harry’s eyes with a look of inexplicable sorrow.

“Hey! I don’t think so.” Harry replied sullenly.

Marx shrugged, whispered: “This is your decision… I just want to remind you that these few people are the only relatives you have in this world.”

After all, he no longer cares what Harry thinks, and he wants to see the lively Lenny stepping out of the Dursley home.

This time, Marx’s words rarely have any deep meaning. He just stated an objective fact that’s all in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, that is Harry’s own business. Even if others are close, they can’t, or have no right to make any choice for him.

It didn’t take long for Harry to come out with his suitcase and take the Dursley’s door.

On the outside street, Lena is standing quietly on the side of a vintage bicycle, holding a large paper bag full of fruits and vegetables.

“It’s pretty fast! What to eat tonight?” Marx asked with interest.

“Marx!”

Lena was trying to answer, but was interrupted by Harry.

“The few dementors in the living room…”

Marx certainly knows what Harry wants to ask, and he waved his hand: “The dead dementor magic power will continue to dissipate, and if it is not processed in time, it will soon disappear completely.”

Seeing Marx, while taking out a heavy magic book, Harry quickly asked the second, and he most wanted to know the answer.

“What happened recently? Why is the dementor appearing one after another?” he hesitated. “Is it… Voldemort?”

Marx threw the magic book forward, suspended it at the foot, and then randomly positioned nodded.

“Who is he who can be?” he said, lifting his leg to stand on the magic book, and then urging him, “Don’t ask, take your broom out, wait a while, you can Just ask.”

“’Come to the place’?” Harry asked with a slight uneasiness. “Where are we going? The Burrow?”

“No, it’s not there…it’s not safe.” Marx looked at Harry across the broom and reached out to wand and clicked on his head. “Follow me, Harry.”

Just as Marx wand’s tip touched Harry’s head, he felt a warm coolness that soaked his entire body from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body. Now it looks like it doesn’t belong to him at all. It is not invisible, but the color and texture are just like the surrounding environment.

Marx applied Disillusionment Charm to a few people, and the spell seemed to be very powerful, and only a very close distance could reveal a slight twisted outline.

“Go! Remember, follow up…” he reiterated. “I remember you are flying very well, aren’t you?”

To be honest, riding the broom Mobiliarbus at muggle World is really fresh. But Harry didn’t have time to enjoy the joy of flying.

It’s hard to imagine how Marx flew on a magic book and it was amazingly fast. Marx’s Disillusionment Charm is more powerful, and Harry is flying in order to not lose.

Fortunately, the speed was faster and the time spent was shortened, and soon Marx greeted Harry and swooped down.

……

The face of Grimmauld Place’s house is still gloomy Sen, maintaining the appearance of being rejected by beyond a thousand miles.

The windows of some houses were broken, and the glory of the street lights that were just lit up. The paint on many of the doors was peeled off, and several of the front door steps were filled with rubbish.

Several people stood in front of two equally dilapidated houses, and Harry looked puzzled at the rusted iron fence and stared blankly at Marx.

“Remember to keep your address in mind for a while, so as not to find the door when you come back.”

Marx said, extending out of wand and waving his hand, the house in front of him immediately violently swayed and panned to both sides. Not long after, a broken old house with the same appearance would be restored from the squashed state, appearing in the middle of the two houses before it.

“Let’s go!” He called Harry, who was licking God, and he lifted his leg and walked forward.

At this point, the two sisters, Lenny and Lena, had taken the first step and pushed the mottled door away.

As he walked into the foyer, Harry suddenly opened his mouth in surprise – it couldn’t be said that he made a fuss about nothing, because the appearance and interior of the house were so different.

A row of refined magic hanging lights on the wall lit up, casting a soft light, and the beautiful wallpaper and the new carpet in the long foyer were clearly visible.

On top of the head, a gilt-like chandelier with silver and silver glimmers with a shimmering luster. The walls are lined with two rows of magical oil paintings based on landscapes, and even the branches inside are slightly swaying with the wind.

Everything here was tidy and glamorous, making Harry feel like he was in a museum.

With a rush of footsteps, Ron’s mother Mrs. Weasley walked out of the door at the other end of the hall. She walked towards them in three steps and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

However, she seems to be thinner and paler than in the past.

“Oh, Harry, it’s so happy to see you!” she whispered, pulling him into his arms and almost smashing his ribs.

Then he pushed him a little more and looked at him carefully.

“You look slim and need to eat more!” Mrs. Weasley said quickly, “Oh! Lena, go to the kitchen first! I will come soon…”

After all, she turned to Marx again and whispered in a hurry: “He just came, the meeting has already begun.”

“Is it?” Marx nodded said. “Okay, madam… Harry, are you coming together?”

“No!” Mrs. Weasley immediately glared at Harry. “He is too young, and those things are for him—”

“Madam,” Marx didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “I don’t think there is anything wrong, you see me! I am as big as Harry…”

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but her hand was still clutching Harry, obviously not wanting to let him go.

“No, no matter what, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend the meeting.” She stubbornly said, “Ron and Hermione are upstairs! Harry, you can wait with them until the end of the meeting, then we can have dinner. It is.”

“Okay, okay…” Marx spread his hand. “Harry, or can you go up first? Actually, it doesn’t matter if you go in with me…”

“But-” Harry tried this and couldn’t help but tighten his lips.

“Okay! Let me tell you where you should sleep…” Mrs. Weasley said, darting, pushing Harry to the stairs. “We will explain it later, now I have to hurry. In the past, I should also be at the meeting…”

Marx looked at Harry’s sullen look, and he couldn’t help shrugged him.

Speaking of it, Marx can handle it well for anyone, but can’t cope with Mrs. Weasley. For her goodwill, Marx never refuses and does not know how to stop or oppose it.

He himself vaguely understands the reason, perhaps because… Mrs. Weasley is indeed a “model of good mother”.

Gently open some of the thoughts in my heart, and Marx walked toward the opposite reception room.

Perhaps it was because I knew that Harry was coming over today, and the reception room was very lively. Many people came and huddled around the long table.

At the end of the long table at the door, Snape was coldly facing Marx.

“Good evening, Professor.” Marx laughed. “Let’s stay for dinner tonight?”

“Hey! McLorne,” Sirius at the other end stretched his face. “I don’t think Snivellus would want to stay for dinner.”

“hmph!” Snape coldly snorted. “Even if you ask me, I won’t stay.”

Sirius has a hand: “Hey!”

Marx can’t help but sighed – this is a legacy of history, let alone whether there is any misunderstanding, even if it doesn’t, he doesn’t think Snape and Sirius will get together.

What’s more, Snape’s identity as a double-faced spy does require a certain distance from the people in the organization.

This job is really suitable for him.

“Well, let’s go! Then… the meeting begins!” Marx clap his hands and screamed, “Professor Snape, you will read the secret first…”