Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the evening, after the three-hour course of the day, Marx hurried back to Black’s old house. At the moment, the symptoms of Black are still growing. It is the time when every second counts, there is nothing to spare him to squander.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the underground potion preparation room and went out until late at night to find something to fill in the empty stomach.

In the next few days, he has been rushing back and forth between Hogwarts and Black House, so every day at noon is especially precious.

A few days later, Marx stared at the evaporating dish in front of the potion preparation room with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid inside to decrease a little.

Finally, in the last few minutes, he quietly passed away. He couldn’t wait to hang some crystal powder from the bottom of the dish and then gently pour it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

When the crystalline powder had just touched the clear liquid in the test tube, Marx did not slightly extend the wand and knocked it on the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud-like crystal blossoms from the test tube, smashed and blurred, but there is an incomparably dangerous atmosphere in the beauty.

“This……”

Marx stepped back a few steps, and while avoiding the dreamy crystal mist, the expression on his face changed rarely and drastically.

“Who is it… isn’t it, is it…” Marx complexion changed again, “How come… no, this shouldn’t? She has any reason to do this…”

As he continued to think, his brows wrinkled and tightened, and his eyes could not help but flash.

“No… It seems that I have to go to her to ask her clearly this time!” After a while, he said to himself.

At the same time as this determination was made, Marx picked up the potion bottle on the table and walked straight to the door. Even the indispensable finishing touch was completely left behind.

“Marx, what are you rushing to? Where is the emergency?”

On the first floor stairs, he happened to meet Mrs. Weasley, who was going to the kitchen, but he didn’t explain it at all.

Moreover, what he is thinking about in the mind at the moment is not something that can be said casually.

“No, it’s okay.” Marx kept on foot, just turned to Mrs. Weasley laughed. “Some things I have forgotten in the office, I have to take it as soon as possible…”

The voice did not fall, he had already opened the door and stepped out of his body, and he took the door with his decisive backhand.

Probably the closing motion was too big, and Sirius’s mother called again. The voice was so fierce and sharp that Mrs. Weasley couldn’t help but yell and yell…

On the way to Marx all the way to the black market, he re-contrasted his previous predictions at the Langman couple’s home, combined with this test of the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Marx himself, has a discrepancies in the effect of this potion.

The wizard who took this potion is not simply “mad” but falls into a state of illusion.

Second, the symptoms of the wizards will actively attack others, in addition to the illusion in their spirit willpower, there is a more direct reason.

Because the people they attacked are actually just “blocking” their path.

This kind of potion not only makes people break into some illusion, but also makes people who take it extremely insensitive to the magic power.

It’s weird, because in the senses of the drug taker, the magic power around is not as big as Marx, but only highly sensitive to specific magic power. .

If you compare this inductive power to magic power to the radar that probes the magic power source…

Marx’s “radar” interface is certainly more obvious than the near distance; while the wizard that took the potion is not all obvious, only the “target” will look very eye-catching.

If what is said to be their “target”, then naturally it is the magic power contained in this potion itself.

Because of this, when Mrs. Longman tied her husband up again, there was only one empty bottle in the house.

Because, in the sleep of sudden symptoms, the illusion is the couple; but can act on their own, go out to find the location of the potion, but only Mrs. Longman alone.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Marx is already familiar with the magic power fluctuations of this potion. So as soon as he arrived at the black market, he set up a Disillusionment Charm and moved quickly in the black market.

I have the ability to sense magic power, which has to be said to be a fortune by strength.

only……

Marx stepped on the magic book and flew at a high speed in a street in the black market. His spirit was completely concentrated, and his sensory ability was almost reached its limit.

Surrounded by a variety of complex magic power fluctuations, he swept through him as he moved. Even if it is him, it is because of this high-intensity homework.

It’s like asking you to drive a car, while flying fast on a complex street full of sound, you have to distinguish the different music in each sound.

I thought I was used to Marx surrounded by various magic power fluctuations, and I couldn’t help but be annoyed at the moment.

“Insist, persist… keep on!”

“In order to figure out the truth… you must stick to it!”

“Calm, calm down… calmly feel every magic power source, one can’t leak…”

“This time I won’t worry about anything any more, be sure to ask her to ask clearly!”

Marx bites the root of the tooth, the breathing becomes heavier and heavier, and his head feels more and more swollen… he swells like he wants to explode.

Finally, his foot was soft in the fast flight and then suddenly fell from the magic book.

Although he has not been flying high because of his limited range of induction, the inertia of high-speed flight still caused him to roll over the ground and smashed dozens of feet, and “hua la” slammed into a house next to it. Piled up in wooden boxes.

“hu ……”

After a while, he climbed up from a pile of planks, leaning his eyes against the wall, and the right hand gasped with his head wide open.

“I… Why are you so anxious?”

After a break, he waited frowns to ask himself after the breathing gradually calmed down.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging on his side, and the arm was bent into an unnatural angle, but he did not pay attention to it.

Just before the fall, Marx’s left arm was broken. At the moment, he naturally has a lot of pain, but this kind of severe pain has made his brains clear and clear.

“Is it because of ‘her’? Yes, it should be right… Can it be specific? What is it for? Is it… What?”

Keep thinking, asking and answering…

Marx rummaged through his heart, confirming and excluding it a little bit, trying to figure out the source of that inexplicable urgency.

Suddenly, he placed the right hand in front of his own eyes and stared slyly.

Reflected in his pupil is a hand that has lost its blood and shivered slightly. He clenched and then released, so repeated four or five times, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

“I am… are you afraid?”

Marx McLorne is just a coward.

“I am scared again…”

Marx McLorne is really just a coward.

The experience of losing emotions did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he became more sensitive to himself and his feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; when he was forced to wander, he was afraid; when he touched the blood of Luna, he was afraid…

“What am I afraid of?” Marx snorted and laughed.

Marx · McLorne is afraid, but it is just “lonely”. He only broke into this world, even if he met more people, he still felt that he was alone.

The sense of loneliness is always entangled in the deepest part of his heart, and it is lingering.

Until the moment he was accidentally accepted by Hogwarts’ admission notice, a sense of familiarity with an old atmosphere gradually filled his loneliness.

Since entering Hogwarts, everyone Marx has experienced will reduce his loneliness by 1 point. This is undoubtedly a touchless redemption for Marx.

Years of loneliness made him close his heart, and today, only a few people have knocked on his closed heart.

Therefore, although he does not want to lose any one person, he can say that he does not want to lose the most. Is it really necessary to count the few people who are most important to him?

On the side of the unmanned roadway, next to the pile of broken planks, Marx leaned against the cold brick wall and pulled out the potion bottle with the uninjured right hand.

“…will you be?”

He shook the bottle gently, behind the translucent bottle wall, and the medicinal liquid swayed.

“…Wynie?”

In fact, when Marx saw the test results in the potion preparation room, he immediately understood one thing – in the half bottle of potion, the most important ingredient turned out to be the “mystery flower” powder.

To be rare, the flower of the mysterious crystal he only saw in Hogwarts, the mysterious flower that Wynie had asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said that they should have been extinct, and that is not something that can be easily obtained.

In addition, Marx used to see Wynie himself practicing the preparation of potion, and he also refused his help. Most of them have a very secret causal relationship.

“…at least, I still choose to believe in you.”

The voice didn’t fall, Marx used a repair spell on his left arm, then pulled out the small half bottle of potion’s stopper and poured it into his mouth.