Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“No, it doesn’t make sense at all -“

“How can I say no?”

“My parents can’t be together again, let alone regenerate a child? You don’t understand, my idiot father… He always hates children, and he hasn’t been interested in my mother…”

In the potion preparation room, Marx leaned against the wall and sat on the hospital bed, with sweat on his forehead, but his face was calm.

Contrary to this, the Snape, which has always been gloomy in normal, is quite annoying.

“So far, how could a pop-up of a younger sister come out? There must be something inside… I remember Kingsley mentioned that the woman was suspicious.”

“So, when did your parents leave?” Marx calmly said.

Snape squinted and sighed. “I know what you mean… yes, if you look at the time, it’s not entirely impossible… Before the scam muggle left, there was also the meaning of the United States…”

“So, after your father left, your mother also chased… is it?” Marx continued to ask.

“It’s a waste of time to chase the past. That guy… I don’t like people or things related to magic…” Snape muttered. “No, he doesn’t like anything, he’s always a boring guy.”

“In any case… I still recommend that you take a look at the photo.” Marx looked up, his voice small, but unexpectedly firm. “At least I saw a pair of smiling partners.”

“smile?”

Snape’s hand was slightly gripped, but it seemed to be a feeling of his own mind, and immediately loosened.

“…how is it possible, I have never seen him laugh.”

He dropped such a sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode toward Cauldron. The walking posture is as hot as ever, and there is a momentum that will throw away all the troubles.

If you look carefully, you will find that his pace has not been as accurate as usual.

Marx didn’t say anything more, not only because he understood that what he should say and what he had done was already done. The next step was to see how Snape would choose himself.

In any case, at least Marx knows it – even if there is only one loved one, it is not much better than one.

After that, neither of them said anything more. As time passed slowly, the sound of “squeaking” in cauldron gradually subsided.

“McLorne, drink it… McLorne?”

When Snape called the third time, Marx’s eyes moved, as if he had just heard it.

“Oh…” He hoarsely, “Help me, I.”

“Can you swallow it yourself?” Snape slammed him up and looked at him.

“It’s okay…that is, lying for too long…the body is numb…just.”

Marx said vaguely, moving his eyes, but the pupils had no focus.

“Don’t be tempted at this time.” Snape grabbed his hand and lifted it, then directly put the test tube with medicinal liquid on his mouth.

After the medicinal liquid was poured into Marx’s mouth, Snape took the test bench and walked to the door of the potion preparation room.

But when he got to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

“After the drug works, you can sleep… and then…” Snape thought, “Well, right… Dumbledore asked me to bring you a sentence before I came over.”

“Dumbledore? What?” Marx asked with a soft voice.

“He said, I want to send you something… Of course, now… I have to wait for you to recover.”

When the voice did not fall, Snape stopped staying and turned away.

In fact, it is not a few hours away from the dawn. When the drug effect gradually began, Marx felt a burst of fever, he finally slammed the tight nerves and quickly fell asleep…

At noon the next day, Marx woke up from the bed. He just blinked, and he stumbled upon a person sitting on the edge of the bed.

“…Lena?”

Lena, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was this and immediately stood up.

“Mr. McLorne, good afternoon.” She said quietly.

“Ah.”

Marx rubbed his forehead and rubbed his temples, trying to hold up some heavy body, but he didn’t expect the arms to be soft. Lena’s eyes quickly helped him.

“Thank you.”

Lena shook her head gently.

“Is it better?” she suddenly asked. “How long will it take to recover?”

The elder sister of the werewolf sisters generally does not take the initiative to ask questions. Although she is very gentle in her behavior, she can not continue to ask the same question continuously in this way.

But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.

“Well, it’s okay, but it took too much energy yesterday…” Marx leaned back on the pillow and looked at her in confusion. “What’s wrong? Is there anything?”

“Lenny, I don’t want you to have an accident.”

Sure enough?

Lena, the elder sister, put her heart on the crazy girl like the younger sister. Everything that younger sister expects will be the direction and motivation in her life.

“Right, Miss Tia?” Marx suddenly remembered the conversation with Snape last night.

“Miss Tia is watering the grass in the warm shed.”

“Oh, it’s almost full moon…” Marx nodded. “So… Has Snape gone to find her?”

“No.”

When I heard Lena’s answer, Marx couldn’t be sighed.

……

At about the same time, Hogwarts Castle North Tower.

Divination’s classroom is at the very top of the tower, but if you have to say it, it is more like a loft without windows.

In fact, the Divination classroom has windows, but Divination Professor Trelawny always likes to use thick curtains to smash the window, and even a little bit of light can’t penetrate.

The lighting inside is basically based on candles.

Although this is done, this classroom does have a mysterious feeling, and the winter is warm. But in the summer, the head is like a big oven.

In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron sat together and looked at Harry’s diary in a bored manner.

They dubbed the diary as a “dreaming diary” because the heads there were all records of their dreams. This is actually one of Divination’s homework, but… no one can remember every dream!

A large part of this diary is the result of the two of them together. Just write more and die, disasters, and so on. In short, it’s about things that are bad things.

Professor Trelawny likes that tone.

To be honest, this class really doesn’t know what to say, they think so from the beginning.

“You said, Marx is hitting something again this time? It was only after a day of class, he was gone again…” Ron leaned over Harry, whispering as he looked at the diary.

“Oh… he’s too busy,” Harry shook his head. “If we can help him, then…”

“Who said no?” Ron agreed.

Just then, they heard “creak” a light sound in their ear. The two turned their heads at the same time, but saw Umbridge coming up from the trapdoor on the floor.

“Oh, that old woman!” Ron complained with the smallest voice.

“At least after she had been in Marx’s first class, she never went to the classroom of the Study of Ancient Runes.” Harry said, rubbing his mouth.

Not to mention that the two of them are yelling at each other. When Umbridge drilled the trapdoor, the laughing young wizards immediately silenced.

Probably because he heard the voice in the classroom suddenly falling down, behind the desk filled with all sorts of messy props, Professor Trelawny emerged a head.

“Good afternoon, Professor Trelawny,” Umbridge’s face still smiled. “Do you have a solution for my last question?”

“Okay……”

Professor Trelawny had nodded on his face, only to perfuse him, and then he retracted his head.

Umbridge didn’t care. She grabbed the armchair closest to her and dragged it to the front of the classroom, deliberately next to the desk.

It was just that there were too many things around the table. She simply opened her feet and sat down.

“Well… is it a bit stuffy?”

Umbridge paused, she put a bag of bells and whistles in her hand, then pulled out the wand and pointed it at the thick curtain.

For a moment, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the glare of the sun shone in straight, making everyone unable to lift their eyes.

After doing this, Umbridge picked up her beloved bag, pulled out the tablet from the inside, and sat up with satisfaction and waited for the arrival of the class bell.

Professor Trelawny put the quilt in his hand on the table, and even the divination props piled on the table shook a little.

She twitched her shawl with her trembling hands and glanced at Umbridge through the thick, cauldron-like eyes.

“What is it, Professor Trelawny?”

Umbridge’s sweet smile made Trelawny feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and still didn’t answer, just don’t look over the young wizards in the classroom.

“dīng líng líng -“

The class bell finally rang.

“Today, we continue to learn the predictive ‘dreams,’” Professor Trelawny said in her usual whispering tone, but in the classroom there was no dim atmosphere in the past, and her deliberate look was even more stupid.

“… Well, please divide into two groups and, with the help of The Dream Oracle, interpret each other’s recent dream information.”

After the content was finished, Trelawny just wanted to sit down and suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here, Umbridge would have to get together to wrap her around.

So she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk, and walked over to the students.

“Quick, think of a dream!” Harry hurriedly urged Ron.