Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…Severus, this is my last request for you… Give this to Tom, then hand it over to Marx…you know what to do…they all have their own way…”

Hogwarts main store basement, in the Potions’ Professor office, Snape expressionless sitting behind the desk, a pair of cold black scorpions quietly watching the table.

In front of him, there was a small glass tube with some flocs.

Although it seems that it should be a materialized memory, if it is placed in a meditation basin, it should be able to interpret its contents. But the floc in the glass tube is not normal silver, but a fairly pure bright silver.

There should have been a broken wand on this table, which was the final thing to hand to Voldemort. At the moment, the wand still stays where it should be.

The remaining small glass tube is reserved for Marx.

At this moment, the entire Hogwarts are very quiet. This is an inexplicable silence. It seems that there is something inexcusable and ominous that envelopes the castle. It is a bit breathless.

Nearly all the teachers and students gathered in the vestibule, which was a slightly yellowed lawn.

The recent weather is obviously a bit cold, but there are too many people gathered here. The number of this person is more than one. It seems that even the air is soaked by everyone’s body temperature and becomes slightly warm.

Even so, everyone’s heart is cold.

These days, the nights are overcast. Although it will always be fine during the day, it seems that I can’t stop it this afternoon…

A tidal wave rushes through the soil that is rooted in the grass, as if to prematurely the upcoming rainy night.

At this time, probably Snape is not here, right?

Just as the Hogwarts were in a quiet moment, the space around the school gate suddenly shook in a space, and a silhouette appeared quietly.

“…I always feel a strange sense of sight, what is the bloodline curse of the Blois family?”

What appeared there was Marx who had just returned from the dark alley next to the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After Mr. Blois showed up with Wynie and returned to Blois fort with Mr. Blois, Marx immediately went to Hogwarts.

According to Mr. Blois, the ancient genealogy page does not indicate whether it can be sealed twice, but in theory it should still be possible.

So even when he decided to bring the daughter home, he went.

As for Marx, although he didn’t have time to say anything more than Wynie’s father, he at least conveyed his research on bloodline transformation to Mr. Blois.

Tentatively Regardless of whether the other believes or not, and on the premise that Voldemort has lost faith, his suggestion should be reconsidered by Mr. Blois.

In fact, if possible, Marx really wants to follow Wynie to Blois Fort.

“…bloodline curse…seal magic…mystery flower…the origin of Veela…the deserted ancient country…the great disaster…”

I was immersed in the thought of Marx, and I have not noticed the anomaly of Hogwarts. He just untied the defensive magic on the main entrance, then opened the tall fence door and walked in.

Even after entering the campus, he subconsciously added a new defense magic.

Nearly the height of the staff with his footsteps, on the ground, “bang bang bang” all the way to light, inadvertently destroyed the dead in the campus.

“‘Disaster”…?”

The series of keywords mentioned in the story told by Wynie flashed one by one in Marx’s mind, and finally stopped on the word “disaster.”

“Ah!”

When Marx had a few pictures in his brain, he couldn’t help but whisper.

“Is it difficult to do this, what is the relationship between this ‘curse’ and the monument of temptation?”

At the time in the stone chamber, the power of the enchanted monument of Voldemort within the body was clearly counter-attacking. What led to this was Wynie’s ability to unravel the curse that broke out of the seal.

Looking at the commonalities of the two, it is also causing a huge “disaster.”

“The enchanted monument, the curse of the bloodline…reported in the murals of Herpo the Foul, the Gryffindor sword and the floor mirror…may they be the same kind of thing?”

In the midst of confusion, Marx squinted low and kept twitching his thoughts. But when he got closer and closer to Hogwarts Castle, he finally felt a bit wrong.

He suddenly looked up and tried to find the source of that strange feeling. I don’t have to look for it at all. He saw the pile of silhouettes standing in front of the castle at a glance.

“This…” When I saw this scene, Marx, even if he remembered what Voldemort had said, “Don’t be kidding…this…Is it impossible?”

In front of him, a large group of young wizards gathered on the lawn and surrounded by a pile of heads. In the innermost part of the crowd, it seems that there are still some professors’ silhouettes.

Marx quickly took out a magic book and stepped forward as he walked forward, swiftly passing the road, passing the lawn, passing over the head of the young wizards, and slid into the circle like a gust of wind.

Many people have noticed his arrival, and everyone’s eyes subconsciously followed his body movement until he fell to the ground.

“Marx.” “McLorne.”

Many people happily shouted at him, but he didn’t care, just staring blankly at the lawn surrounded by everyone.

There, there was an old wizard who had to be white, and he was lying on the ground calmly.

A pair of half-moon glasses had been shattered and slanted on his left ear; and a broken wand fell to the edge of the grass not far away.

The eyes of the old blue eyes on the old wizard have lost their wisdom.

“……baffling.”

Marx stared at it for a long time, but only squeezed out such a sentence.

Only when the voice has not yet settled, he waved his wand and a magic power wave immediately spread to the old wizard. But very quickly, the Marx brow that received the feedback was wrinkled again.

Obviously, there is no breath of life in the body. Not only that, but even the magic power with its body did not autonomously block Marx’s exploration, but instead continually escaped outside the body.

“Everyone is going back, I need to do a deeper inspection.”

In Marx’s unquestionable words, both students and professors, all come back with complex colors. In the crowd, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at him with concern.

Especially Hermione, her eyes are full of blood, her eyes are red, it seems that she has already passed a lot of tears.

On the other side, Luna just looked at Marx silently and didn’t know what he was thinking.

After everyone had made a vacant lot, Marx slammed the staff in his hand. A black misted hoe was worn silently under the old wizard, and then it ran very smoothly and rushed to the sky.

Like this, the magic filled with the feeling of dark magic makes everyone feel a little uneasy. In the current situation, Marx, the use spell, has no scruples, but it gives people a sense of security.

“How?” Professor McGonagall, standing at the front of the crowd, clasped his handkerchief and asked with the insignificant expectation.

Marx turned slowly and shook his head in a haze.

“Within the body has no soul.” He took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, then he was heavy and honest, “Dumbledore…has gone…”

Marx’s words seemed to open a stuck switch, a series of commotions and crying screamed in the crowd, mixed with fear and sorrow, and the atmosphere that had been extremely depressed was suddenly blown up.

“…Albus.”

Professor McGonagall rubbed his eye sockets with his handkerchief and his voice trembled.

“Professor McGonagall,” Marx walked up to her, first patted her on the shoulder, and then seriously said, “Now is not crying, I believe that Professor Dumbledore will not want to see this scene…”

After all, he turned his head and looked towards the young wizards behind McGonagall, looking around for a week.

“Student, just be quiet, listen to me!”

His voice was clear and bright, and under the influence of magic, it spread throughout everyone’s ears.

“No matter what happened, Hogwarts is still here, we have nothing to fear! Dumbledore is gone, but he must protect Hogwarts and protect us.”

“He is like us, born in Hogwarts. Here is his home, my home, our common home!”

“He is fearless for Hogwarts, and of course we can be fearless. Whatever we are facing, we should be brave, because –“

Having said that, Marx slammed his wand and a dazzling blue-white light beam burst into the air, breaking through the thick clouds above his head and straight into the sky.

In a flash, the light column disappeared silently, and a golden sunshine fell down through the holes between the clouds.

“Because we are Hogwarts!”

Marx took another shot of Professor McGonagall’s arm as everyone looked up at the top of his neck.

“The next step is for you, let everyone go back to the castle as soon as possible – and there is a need to arrange a patrol alert immediately in the school to prepare for the event.”

At this time, at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Snape also came out. He stood on the edge of the door and looked up at the sky like everyone else. There was a trace of yearning and nostalgia in his eyes.

Perhaps most of the wizards have been through powerful magic, and some of them are innate talent, and have worked tirelessly. Obviously, Snape is one of them.

He has always been obsessed with the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the reason is naturally obvious.

“Professor Snape?” Marx walked down the steps and screamed.

“Ah.”

Snape lowered his head and glanced at him, then turned and walked inside.

“……follow me.”