Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Night tour of Hogwarts Castle, this is the evening show of the young lion trio. In the case of Marauder’s Map, which clearly identifies each person’s name and path of action, it is not a difficult task to avoid a night patrol professor or Filch.

Even if one of them is still lying in the ward, the other two are still not slacking. On the night, Harry and Hermione set off from the Gryffindor common room.

They first sneaked to the school hospital. After visiting Ron and Helen, who had not yet recovered, they went to the office of Professor Study of Ancient Runes where Marx was.

On the way, they carefully chose a different route from Filch, and in a very timely way escaped Peeves who was pranking at night, and it was smooth and smooth along the way.

When they both came to the door of the office, Marx, who buried himself behind a pile of information files, looked up and waved his hand at the door, opening it before Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door.

“Oh–“

Harry, who wanted to slam the door, whispered a little and subconsciously went to the office, but did not find Marx in the first place.

“I know you guys…” Marx’s voice rang from the pile of books on the desk. “Come in!”

This office is still a typical “Marx style”. At first glance, the books are removed from the parchment, some are bundled, and some are just piled up in a mess. In addition to the increase in the number, there is not much change from the beginning.

However, from the doorway to the space in front of the desk, there is still a trail for people to walk. Otherwise, it is estimated that there is no point to get to Marx.

“…hey, no problem with the fireplace?”

Walking through the path between the mountains of the book, Harry saw the burning fire in the burning fire on one side, and the fire tongue inside was almost thrown into the parchment pile on the side of the fireplace.

“No problem,” Marx said casually. “Of course I have done a fire treatment – ​​come over! Go to the desk and turn right!”

Harry and Hermione wandered around, finally passing through a chair and glimpsed Marx, who was sitting in the office chair and holding a thick hand in his hand.

“en?” felt that they didn’t seem to be moving, and Marx turned to look at it and said, “Oh, sorry—”

He picked up the staff leaning against the table and moved towards the two big plaques next to him. Only in a flash, the two piles of paper were immediately distorted and turned into two cushioned chairs.

“I don’t think you should need a chair back –” he said with a smile. “You can lean on the pile of books behind… Well, look at your cold look, do you want a hot cocoa?”

“No, no…” Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry, immediately said, “It looks like you are still very busy, we won’t delay you for too long.”

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t think I have been idle, so it doesn’t matter!”

Marx lifted the staff toward the distant fireplace, and the tea kettle next to the fire at the fire suddenly leaped high and floated in front of him with two ordinary cups.

After pouring the brown liquid in the pot into the cup, the tea kettle flew back to the iron frame in front of the fireplace.

“Talk about it! Is there anything that comes to me so late?” Marx asked the two hot cups to float in front of Harry and Hermione, whispering, “There is no fireplace in the corridor of the castle.” Going outside is weird.”

“Because Professor McGonagall…”

Hermione took the cup of hot cocoa in front of him and tasted it in a small place. Suddenly, a warm scent wrapped in the mouth and spread out in the mouth, straight down the throat.

“Oh–this tastes really good! Well, I want to say… Professor McGonagall won’t let us visit Ron, so we have to go at night.”

“Marx, what did you put in the hot cocoa? How is it different from what I used to drink?” Harry was curious.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Marx stared at him, giving Harry a good goose bump behind him. “Have you been there? I mean the ward of the school hospital.”

“Yes,” Hermione looked at the hot drink in the cup and replied in her mouth. “I really hope that Ron and Helen will get better soon…”

“Marx, I have a question here and I want to ask you…” Harry seemed to give up the idea of ​​inquiring about the secret recipe in the cup. “How is Sirius? You look good, you must have found him.” Is it?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Marx flipped the book over and said, “He still stays in the magic circle of the United States. This time he was hurt and needed some time to rest. “”

“That… no danger?” Harry hurriedly asked.

“Of course, I have already treated him. I must have a healthy godfather before Christmas.” Marx laughed. “Well, but the premise is – he should stop rushing out and squatting.” ”

“I’m afraid it’s very difficult…” Harry said with some concern. “Sirius has never stopped moving forward.”

“Hey…” Marx shrugged said. “It used to be the case, but I can’t say it this time.”

When he spoke this sentence, his mind immediately flashed the pair of sisters involuntarily, and he even smiled and shook his head.

Sirius and Harry’s father James Potter are friends of the same age, but now that Harry is so big, Sirius is still with his hands, this is not a good thing to praise.

“Flick Dumbledore and Grindelwald again! Is it true that as a wizard, the stronger the magic, the easier it is…”

The more you think about this problem, the more information you will find. Marx is about to die in this heart, lest he be unfortunate.

“…Marx, what are you talking about?” Seeing him secretly gu gu, Hermione could not help but ask strangely.

“en? No, nothing—” Marx shook his head again and again. “Cough cough, yes, I will go to Hagrid tomorrow evening, we have to go to a more special funeral.”

“Funeral?” Harry was shocked. “Who passed away? People we all know?”

“Well… exactly, it’s not a ‘person’.” Marx said with a little emotion. “You will know when you go.”

“Can’t you say it now?” Harry heard that there was death, and Harry didn’t feel a little uneasy.

“It’s not impossible to say, just…” Marx thought, “I remember you should haven’t seen it, but it’s with you… it’s a fate!”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

Marx looked back and forth between them, and felt a little regret for the confusing past.

In the Chamber of Secrets incident of the year, Marx put himself in the shadows and guided the incident by himself. In order to be safe, in order to avoid risks, in order to put the road of deviation back on track, some unstable processes in the middle were skipped by him.

Therefore, the young lion trio, which should have been acquainted with Aragog, has not seen it until now.

Marx is regrettable now, but does not regret it. Harry, they don’t have a good thing about meeting with Aragog. It’s already gone, let it drift with the wind.

“In short,” Marx looked up and said seriously. “It’s called ‘Aragog’, an Acromantula raised by Hagrid. Some time ago, it and its children were tempted by Voldemort to happen today. Attack.”

“Is it a big spider?” Hermione said incredulously. “I thought Hagrid was dangerous enough to raise Dragon. Did he still have a big spider? And he still gave birth to a large son and grandson?”

“Aragog…” Marx sighed said, “It’s actually a good guy.”

He said, looking down at the book in his hand, and then turned over another page.

“…Marx, you have been reading this book since the beginning,” Hermione groaned and yelled. “What is the head here?”

“This is a less common ancient language, and it’s not the same as it is now,” Marx explained casually. “In order to enhance the garrison power of Hogwarts, I am doing some preparation.”

“Is it an ancient runes?” Hermione heard this, even when it was a look of hunter.

“No, it’s not a magical text, it’s just a simple language that’s all.” Marx is faintly authentic. “It turns out that learning a foreign language is very important!”

“Foreign language?” Harry wondered. “What does this have to do with strengthening the defensive power? What foreign wizard do you want to help us guard Hogwarts?”

“Almost!” Marx replied with a smile.

After that, the three people talked for a while. Finally, under the reminder of Hermione, Harry proposed to Marx to open the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group, and Marx agreed on the spot.

So, the time after the funeral was attended from Hagrid tomorrow evening, they were also booked by them.

After Marx watched Harry and Hermione leave his office, he sat back in his chair, but once again he pondered some of the conversations he had just had.

“…Helen Schon.” Marx chewed the name and secretly scolded it.

As far as Hermione mentions this female child, she has a great affection for this female child. According to the behaviors described in her mouth, it is indeed a cute little girl who knows how to score.

For example, when Hermione made it difficult for her to join the defensive study group, she immediately took the initiative to take a step back.

In Marx’s view, such a move that is too knowledgeable and advancing is a bit of a deliberate taste.

“In any case, she is still lying on the hospital bed, so let’s take another look!” Marx thought.