Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Because Marx’s Apparition problem is always unresolved, he now considers making portkey everywhere.

He used to go from Beauxbatons to Durmstrang, and when he was in Germany and Denmark, he had done two by the way so that he could get it when he needed it.

Of course, this is not something that can’t be said casually. After all, portkey’s control is very strict. Even if he can control the magic power fluctuations and prevent some of the detection methods of Ministry of Magic, it will be very troublesome if it is found.

Portkey is a very convenient means of moving. It is not only easy to make, mobile, but even easy to transfer. It is no wonder that Ministry of Magic controls this thing so tightly.

At the moment, Marx is like the previous few times, holding a red (****) that looks very festive. When the space suddenly twists, in a blink of an eye he disappears into the grove outside the school gate.

Marx went to Berlin, Germany, which is very close to the Polish border. However, it is a pity that Hagrid and Madam Maxime are in the border between Poland and Belarus, not Germany.

After being blown by the high-altitude wind on the broomstick for 4 hours and 20 minutes, Marx finally crossed the whole of Poland and arrived at the destination he was going to.

“Lead the way! Little guy… find your master!”

Marx falls between the gully’s mountain range, and then pulls out a cute bird from the inside pocket of the robe.

It was a pet of Madam Maxime, a white-cheek forest owl that was good at long-distance flights.

I saw the little guy standing in Marx’s palm, his head slid two turns, accompanied by a pleasant tweet, fluttering his wings and flew to the left.

Marx saw it and immediately leaned forward and drove up the broomstick.

In fact, it was actually very close to the Troll community. After more than ten minutes, when Marx followed the little guy over a ridge, he immediately found some signs of Troll activity.

Those stupid big men with low IQ and huge size will always leave a very eye-catching mark on the move.

And because they always like to break some trees of the right size as weapons for hunting, they often pull the branches by hand, and the leaves are everywhere.

No, it didn’t take long for him to see a Troll that was placed. When Marx passed over it, it was still lying on the grass, hu hu slept!

“This taste is really…you can smell it so far…”

Troll’s stench is world-famous, and it can be said that they are an “alternative” weapon. Marx hurriedly flew higher and then continued to fly forward.

It can be seen that the more you go forward, the more traces of Troll’s activity, and this valley is undoubtedly the habitat of the Troll community.

When he followed a small distance from Madame Maxime’s white-cheeked forest, he finally saw some Trolls in the cluster.

They all seem to be more than ten feet tall, the skin is rough and dull, but the muscles are quite developed, as if they were made up of pieces of granite.

As Marx saw several times before, they have small heads and very thick legs, and the two long arms touch the ground.

Most of the Trolls are gathered together in three or four, and sometimes they simply send out their simple simple communication, but sometimes they are clumsy but extremely powerfully beaten each other, making a “peng peng peng” hit.

For any modern wizard, this is a pretty primitive rough scene.

In the middle of the valley in the distance, a place that is close to the steep mountain wall, with some extremely simple wooden scaffolding. A big man who is obviously bigger than the other Trolls, is taking a nap in the biggest scaffolding full of hay!

Seeing the white cheeks with the slightest hesitation, the Troll flew away, which was obviously the head collar. Marx completed the deformation of Animagus on the way down when he even put up the broomstick underneath.

……

“Olim, our food is almost finished, and we will not go out, we should starve to death here… or else, will I go out and lead them?”

In the cave, Hagrid and Madam Maxime are shrunk in a dark corner, and their mental heads don’t seem to be good.

“No, there are too many Trolls outside, and you can use a part of it without any use… and… that’s too dangerous.”

In fact, their two big men are actually not much different from Troll’s height. Who makes them giant half-blood?

However, unlike those of Troll, Hagrid and Madam Maxime’s IQ is obviously much higher, even using magic. Correspondingly, the strength of their physique is absolutely incomparable with Troll.

A few days ago, when they encountered the Troll attack, they relied on the magic of Madam Maxime to escape into the cave. But we can only blame the number of Trolls.

They are blocked here and can’t go out.

To be honest, Hagrid has tried to go out as a bait more than once, but Madima Maxime, who still maintains reason, doesn’t agree with his stupid behavior.

Just when both of them were tired, a sudden loud noise came from outside the cave.

“peng!”

At the same time, a silhouette that bothers are familiar with appears in the hole.

“Hey!” Marx said naturally to the two of them. “Is it alright? Do you need to eat something first?”

The voice didn’t fall, and the outside was “peng”, and there was a burst of Troll’s pain. It seems that something is fighting Troll outside.

“Oh, no… you are coming at the right time. If it doesn’t come tomorrow, we really have nothing to eat!” Hagrid stood up hard, bent over and walked to Marx, but found it in this low. There is no way to give Marx a hug in the cave.

“Yes? That’s good…” Marx pointed out that Maddam Maxime had nodded, and then waved to both of them. “Take me a bit, we should leave now. – Waiting for me and the outside.” An acquaintance’ after saying hello.”

“Old acquaintance?” Hagrid said strangely, “A Troll?”

“Don’t be kidding, I can’t be friends with those stinking guys…” Marx smiled easily. “You didn’t see him when you came in? Hagrid, you know it.”

Seeing that both of them were fairly well, Marx said as he went outside the cave.

At the stall where the two men talked, the sound of the outside fight did not stop for almost a moment, and it seemed that the battle was fierce.

When Hagrid and Madam Maxime cautiously squeezed into the hole, they discovered that the wooden scaffolding with hay outside the cave had already completely collapsed, and the Troll head that was lying in the lazy day was now with a The same unidentified creatures of great shape fight.

No, it’s a bit of a problem with the creature, because the big guy who is half a body taller than Troll is made up of stones.

“Go there – right, it’s there!”

Marx leaned against the stone wall at the entrance to the cave and pointed to the back of a group of Trolls.

“Hey? Who is that?” Hagrid stretched his neck. “Marx, you said, I know that person?”

Behind the battlefields of Troll’s head and the stone giant, there are more than a dozen of ordinary Trolls, and just behind them, a man with a ruined cloak is sitting on the ground, one hand. Also holding the big thick leg of the Troll next to it.

“Yeah! Didn’t you come out?” Marx said. “Look at the scarf in his neck – that’s our Professor Quirrell, remember?”

“Quirrell teaches – you mean, he is Quirinas Quirrell? That little bad luck egg?”

Hagrid was obviously amazed. He knew Voldemort was attached to Quirrell, but everyone was already dead for him, but he didn’t expect him to be alive!

“Yes, that’s the Quirrell… It looks like his legs and feet don’t look too good. You stay in the cave first, I have to go with him to talk a few words…”

Marx was talking, but he had already lifted his legs and went over there.

“stop–“

When Marx walked past the side of the battlefield and came to the group around Troll without hesitation, a hoarse voice came down from the broken hood, but he couldn’t hear anything like Quirrell.

At the same time, the dozens of Trolls immediately rang a commotion, and the violent factors swayed in their with the body.

“hu 噜 噜 噜 吭哧吭哧 吭哧吭哧 吭哧吭哧 ” ”

Another inexplicable voice rang under the hood, which sounded like Troll’s language.

Soon, those Trolls were quieter, and although they mostly swayed the strong body impatiently, the intimidation generally yelled at Marx, but did not immediately rush to him.

“Professor Quirrell, it seems that you are qualified at least in the discipline of Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Marx looked thoughtfully at the less secure Troll, casually saying, “Don’t you say…you Don’t remember me? Professor Quirrell?”

“who are you?”

Seeing the other side did not seem to recognize himself, Marx could not help but look down on himself.

“Don’t say, it’s really fast in the past few years…” he shrugged. “I am McLorne – Marx McLorne, remember?”

“McLorne?” The other person repeated the last name, and then suddenly a hoarse, low-pitched laughter, “hmph oh… McLorne, I didn’t expect…”

In that burst of laughter, there is endless complexity. It seems to be hateful, but seems to regret, during the period seems to be mixed with memories of the past, the vicissitudes of the meaning of one’s feelings in one’s speech.

“That man… is it back to Britain?”

He looked up and hid his eyes in the hood, as if he was staring at Marx.