Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…McLorne? I haven’t seen you ringing the doorbell before, can you find it?” Sirius looked at Marx, who was standing outside the door, dissatisfied.

Today’s weather is actually quite good, the bright sunshine shines on the earth, and the summer heat is swayed.

Probably because of the gust of wind from time to time, it is not as boring as it was a few days ago.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still a scene of depression. People can’t help but feel a little regret for this forgotten community.

“So I just want to give it a try,” Marx said, laughed. “Life can’t always repeat the same life, isn’t it?”

“I see you are looking for you!” Sirius said with a sigh of relief, turned and walked inside.

Marx was deep took a deep breath, and then he calmly followed in and took the door with him.

“I am going back to Study first. I have something to do today. I don’t have to wait for me for dinner.”

After that, he did not wait for Sirius to respond. He turned a corner in front of the reception room and went to the stairs.

However, he had just stepped onto the steps and heard a little rush of footsteps behind him.

“Marx!”

He heard the sound and looked back, looking at Hermione who had rushed over.

“What?” he asked.

“Before you and I have said – the practice of silent spells has nothing to do with the syllables of the mantras, is it?” Hermione slammed a note in her left hand, and grabbed the right hand, and rushed over.

“Yeah!” Marx gave a little nodded. “As long as you strengthen your understanding of the spell and remember the skills of meditation, it will succeed sooner or later… Is there any other problem?”

“Oh…” Hermione snorted and thought again. “It seems… no more.”

“That’s good, keep working hard!”

Marx was laughed again, and then turned and went upstairs.

Hermione looked at the back of Marx’s departure, and there was an inexplicable doubt on his face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question while doing a test paper. Although the topic is very similar to an example that has been done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzling mood, Hermione walked slowly back.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Ron saw Hermione’s confused expression in the reception room, asking subconsciously.

“No, nothing.” Hermione shook her head, or put this thing aside first. “Continue to learn! We must increase our strength as soon as possible, and help the Order of the Phoenix early!”

“Be also pay attention to rest, don’t be as old as McLorne, and you should enjoy it in your school days!” Lupin smiled softly. “We also came here.”

……

On the stairs, Marx walked up the steady steps and quickly came to the door of Study. He gently turned the door handle and opened the door to Study.

“Hey! Mix the ball Marx, you are back!”

On Study’s sofa, Lenny curled up in the pile of books and looked at a copy of The Quibbler. Seeing Marx coming in, she waved at him lazily.

In fact, there isn’t much difference between the study and Marx. At least Leni doesn’t dare to flip it here. The “The Quibbler” is only seen in the pile of books in the corner.

As always, the curtains covered the fiery sun outside, and a ray of light could not penetrate.

In the Study, only the magic light emits soft light, no temperature, only rays of light, can not give people a “natural” feeling.

“Well,” Marx replied softly, and then continued. “Lenny, go out first! I have something to do…”

“Hey?” Leni grinned and reluctantly said, “Lenny hasn’t finished reading yet! This magazine is really interesting – why don’t you come out and show it to Leni early! Mix Marx!”

“Hurry out,” Marx frowned said. “Still, do you want to stay and help me feed Xiaoqi?”

“No, no!” Leni heard, and immediately smashed up from the sofa, and the lazy look was swept away. “Lenny is out! hmph!”

Watching Leni jump and leave Study, Marx closes the door and pulls out the wand and gently clicks on the doorknob, which gives the door a slight expression of tiredness.

Then, his breathing was not evenly smooth, but it became slightly thicker.

The battle he encountered in the Ministry of Magic today was only one injury from the end to the end. Yes, except for the one that Voldemort sneaked, he defended it with magic in time.

Even if he was attacked by the black fireball, he also responded promptly with the effect of “condensing the gods”. In a hurry, he was still injured by the decision.

Compared to magic’s powerful formidable power, human beings are fragile, and this has not changed since ancient times.

“It’s no wonder that many wizards will try to transform the body and even improve the bloodline…”

He gasped and sat down on the spot, slowly taking off the set of wizard robes that had been replaced in the Ministry of Magic, revealing the dusty messy shirt inside.

Of course, this is just a positive look.

At the moment behind Marx, a hole full of washbasins made the shirt completely lost its meaning, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants into a strange dark red.

However, it is not a fleshy wound in the hole of the shirt – the trauma has healed under the effect of potion.

On the back of the Marx, there is some skin between the remaining blood stains. On those skins, a strange black replaces the normal flesh color and exudes an ominous atmosphere.

In other words, Marx is not only physically hurt this time, but the magic damage contained in it is even more disturbing.

“Voldemort is really moving this time!” he said sarcastically.

In fact, Voldemort’s plan seems to be no big deal, but the mindset is not at all less complicated than complicated plans.

After several encounters, Voldemort also understood the excitement of Marx.

To put it bluntly, Marx’s strength is not based solely on magic. His meticulous thinking and accurate judgment are the real hardships.

Marx McLorne is a true “smart person” – Voldemort thinks so.

The more people like this, the more unconsciously they will deepen their thinking when they encounter unexpected situations, think of simple things and try to find the cause of the incident.

So Voldemort first stood on Marx’s point of view and imagined how Marx would act next.

At the audio-visual meeting, Marx took the initiative to draw a line between them, which made the two really stand on opposite sides.

So, what will Marx do?

“He will guess what I will do next.” – This is a summary of Voldemort’s plans for Marx so far.

As a result, Voldemort immediately thought of his own plan: he intended to mix his own people into the Ministry of Magic and try to get the prophecy ball with the prophecy of the year.

As a result, Voldemort made a simple change and designed an ambush sneak plan that simply made him feel “stupid.”

Even if this plan requires him to let go of his arrogance and dignity, nowadays, the pressure brought by Dumbledore’s lineage makes him not allow to continue proud and arrogant.

Frustrated again and again, even the Dark Lord, will start to look at himself again.

For this reason, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Death to give Marx a “burst situation”; then, when Marx was troubled by an “intention” that did not exist, he let go of self-esteem and sneak attack.

This is undoubtedly a mean and stupid way, but it made Voldemort see the hope of victory for the first time – at least when the first hit was successful, he really thought so.

But reality tells Voldemort that his judgment on Marx is fundamentally wrong.

Marx has been struggling to improve his magic power. He is essentially a person who puts strength and wisdom on the same level.

Or, when Marx decided to become a wizard, he thought that the wisdom and power of the wizard was basically the same thing.

And the person who made him such a judgment is Dumbledore.

However, even if Voldemort’s plan failed again, and even was almost thrown into the secret arch by Marx, Marx was not good.

Voldemort’s current power comes from the monument of temptation, and this power is naturally quite simple.

Marx already has some understanding of the secrets of a small part of the monument to the enchantment, but at best it is only a small part. This injury, he has no bottom in his heart.

Through the perception of magic power, he was only aware of it for a while, and the magic power of the body became delayed due to some residual black gas.

As for the feeling of exhaustion in the flesh, it is only because of the excessive use of magic power today, which is secondary.

Sitting on the ground and taking a break for a while, Marx stood up again, dragging some weak body and sitting behind the desk.

He needs to find out how to get rid of those black gas as soon as possible, at least have to first control those black air pressure.

The sun shone brightly outside the house, the summer humming has faded a bit, but the summer has not completely dispersed.

Originally, Marx occasionally opened the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer – he was originally such a person, but now he has no intention to enjoy life.

“It’s really a terrible summer vacation.” Marx looked at his notebook and whispered.