Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the second night after the young wizards went home, it was Christmas Eve.

Marx and a group of children sat at the long table in the kitchen of Black’s old house, looking out the darkness of the window, the big snow falling down.

The kitchen tonight is decorated with a variety of Christmas decorations.

The colorful ribbons fluttered freely under the ceiling, or the red or white bubbles were smashing, and a Christmas tree with a top bent by the cupboard was stuck in the corner of the fireplace, gently slamming it Christmas songs are gently sent to everyone’s ears.

On this important day, Marx cast a whispering spell on Sirius mother’s portrait, lest she curse the rare atmosphere.

The children sitting on the Marx right hand are still silent, but at least they seem to be interested in today’s kitchen, and from time to time they sneak a sneak peek at the surroundings.

By the way, werewolf younger sister is also here! Yes, no matter how you look at it, she can only be considered one of the so-called “children”.

“Mixed ball Marx, why not start? Lenny can’t wait!”

Since the beginning of the morning, she has been saying something similar. Lena, who is always used to this baby younger sister, will give her some delicious or fun every time – how much can make her stop for a few minutes.

Marx is not Lena, how can I have the patience to appease this little girl?

Seeing that he was only staring at the black window, he knew that he couldn’t help his Leni, and then rushed to the inside of the kitchen.

Just then, the wooden door of the kitchen was gently pushed away from the outside, and Lupin and Mundungus walked in from the outside.

There are not many people who stay here tonight, because again, people who are homeless are always a minority.

Marx’s Senior Sister Charlotte Werther can actually count as one, but this time she stayed at Hogwarts. I heard that she is currently preparing lessons with Professor Sprout, and she may not be known as a professor assistant at Hogwarts in the near future.

Of course, although she is working hard in her own way. Marx estimates that she is probably not a professor, because her grades are actually average.

“Marx, Sirius is over?” Lupin sat down at the table with Mundungus and asked casually, “I don’t seem to see him.”

Marx hearing this I turned around and smiled slightly.

“Yeah, it’s over,” he replied. “He said that he was going to give Harry a surprise. I want to see… Hey, he really intends to do his best for Harry’s parents.”

“It’s not a duty, it’s not a ‘task’ for him.” Lupin shrugged said, “He is more enjoyment – enjoying the feeling of being a father.”

“Is he not planning to get married at all?” Marx said, thinking a little bit. “With his face, you can capture the hearts of many women? How can he be willing?”

Lupin couldn’t help but laugh when he heard it.

“haha…he won’t care,” he paused, seeming to think of something, recalling, “However, really…the female child from the United States seems to have a little meaning to him.”

“Abigail?” Marx said, “I see it too, but she and her elder sister are going back together, and maybe not, come back here…”

“It’s a pity.” Lupin spread his hand, but then didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Hey! You said this, I don’t think it’s right… I said Marx, when is your appearance?” Can you catch up with your precocious heart?”

“Oh–” Marx leaned back on the back of the chair and stretched out. “Don’t count on it, probably…heh… I can’t catch up with my whole life.”

While Lupin and Marx were chatting casually, Mundungus couldn’t help but sneak out his cigarettes. It seemed that he had to take the opportunity to sneak up on two.

“Hey, Dunge!” Lupin smacked the smoke in his hand and glanced at him. “There are several children here! Don’t take your stuff out and burn it.”

“Aiya, don’t do this! Isn’t it a bite?” Mundungus hurriedly picked up the cigarette from the ground, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally reluctantly stuffed him back into his dirty pocket.

“Don’t complain,” Marx waved his hand and didn’t feel good. “Today is the Christmas of the children. Are you going to use your burnt stinky boots to smoke Santa? You really want to think so.” Pumping, I will hang you under the eaves outside and let you pump one by one!”

“Aiya, I know…” Mundungus accompanied his smile. “I still want to stay turkey! Besides, it’s too cold outside, and the mouth can’t hold the cigarette!”

At this time, Lena, who finished the last meal in the kitchen, also walked out with a large dinner plate, followed by the younger sister Lenny with fried chicken legs in her hand.

“Nothing, I will give you a strong permanent paste!” Lupin said this, then stood up and sighed, “So, let’s get started!”

“All right?” Marx asked Lena, and when she saw her nodded, she immediately patted the palm of her hand.

In the blink of an eye, a variety of Christmas delicacies appeared on the empty table. The hot air from the plate floated up and the fragrance was overflowing. Everyone could not help but take a deep breath.

“Listen to Lena, have you been dining all these days?” Marx looked at the children and said, “I want to eat what I love. Tonight, if anyone is going out of the door, the stomach is not It’s round, but I won’t let him go – do you know?”

All the children were silently nodded, and they began to add food to the plates in front of them.

“Oh, or your words work…” Lupin looked at the children, helplessly authentic.

“Give them some time!” Marx said, and glanced at Leni. “Although I don’t expect them to be as unscrupulous as her, I believe that they can still find some more. Belong to your own character.”

At this moment, the “unscrupulous” Lenny in his mouth is holding two big chicken legs, eating and drinking wide and wide, and eating all the mouth is greasy.

“Lenny, don’t just eat meat! Eat more vegetable salad!” I can see that Marx is in a good mood today.

This Christmas Eve dinner has been eating for more than two hours. During this time, every child listened to Marx’s words and couldn’t eat it anymore. Although they are not centered on their own wishes, at least they have really stopped eating.

After the meal, Marx held a cup of fragrant eggnog and began to ponder the journey after that.

As for the children, after taking a break and eating away, they and everyone went back to bed and went to sleep.

“Get up early in the morning, come to the Christmas tree to get a gift, remember?” Lupin warned repeatedly behind them. “Santa Claus will sneak into the fireplace at night, everyone has it!”

After sending the children back to the upstairs room, he came back again and sat back in the chair.

Tonight is a rare day off for the Order of the Phoenix, although it is only one night, but it is enough for everyone to relax and keep nervous.

“It’s been a little leisurely for a while, I forgot how it was time to pass the time…” Lupin shook his head slightly and smiled and picked up his cup.

“How do you pass the time?” Marx snarled. “Is it not enough to stay in the Shrieking Shack for a few dice?”

“That’s more than that!” Lupin suddenly missed the earth. “Although the memory after the transformation was always vague, I vaguely remembered that James and Sirius would always become Animagus and then fight with me.” Peter, the guy will only look down in the corner.”

“That sounds good,” Marx nodded said. “I want to say, you can actually do-“

He hadn’t finished talking yet, but suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall on the side of the kitchen. The next moment, a translucent silhouette was fluttering out of the wall.

“ghost?” Marx is amazed. “Who are you?”

Black’s old house was a loyalty mantra, and without the permission of Marx, the Secret Keeper, no one could find this place – even if it was a ghost.

“Who am I?” The white translucent guy stunned and groaned, some confused. “I am John Kreacher… This living friend, can you tell me where this is?”

“Where?” Marx frowned. “Don’t you know where you are?”

“Oh… sorry,” ghost John apologized. “I am always lost… I am really sorry!”

“John Kreacher?” Lupin seemed to think of something, and he couldn’t help thinking about it.

“Don’t think about it!” Mundungus laughed next to him. “He is the ‘John of Christmas Eve,’ hahaha… Are you looking for a way home?”

When Mundungus said this, Lupin immediately showed a blank expression.

“Oh, isn’t it?” ghost John Sighed. “Without the directional spell, I can’t find it… even if I am no longer afraid of being stuck in the wall, I can’t come out…”

“Directive Mantra?” Marx curiously said. “What’s the matter? See you all know?”

“Yeah! He has been lost all his life,” Lupin said with a funny smile. “It was like this before, and I didn’t expect it to be like after death. Mr. Kreacher, I think you should go there!”

“Oh, thank you! Good gentleman…” ghost John thanked him and fluttered to the opposite wall. “… Yes, I wish you a Merry Christmas!”

Marx watched him drift away, his face stunned.