Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On Christmas Eve that night, Marx was unable to go anywhere. He talked to Mr. Scamander and the others in the auditorium until late at night, telling all the things he knew about Zoe.

For Zoe’s loved ones, it was undoubtedly a sad reality, so Marx described the girl as brilliant as possible, to comfort the white hair to send the black hair.

Sometimes, lies are undoubtedly more soothing than the truth.

The next day, on Christmas Day, Marx woke up from the inner bedroom of his office. He hurriedly dealt with personal hygiene and left Hogwarts Castle again.

Yesterday I couldn’t go to the Lovegood home, because Marx felt that it might be necessary to leave some room for the father and the daughter who had not reunited for a long time. But today, he must have a glimpse.

For the Christmas gift of Mr. Lovegood, he had already arranged for the owl to be sent regularly. Presumably, the owl is now in a window glass of Lovegood’s house.

But for Luna’s Christmas gift, he decided to hand it to the other side.

This gift is very special, and quite…well, expensive! But unfortunately, the current role of this gadget is still very limited, can only be regarded as a toy that Marx carefully prepared that’s all.

With a heart of Marx, he rushed to Lovegood’s house, with a rare smile on his face.

Heaven knows How long has he not laughed so naturally?

……

The heavy snow last night has stopped, and Marx has come all the way to frosty white. On the hillside near the village of Otley-St. Kachipol, the house of Lovegood’s house like a chess piece is full of thick snow.

He jumped out of the magic book in front of the house, stepped on the squeaky snow and came to the door of Lovegood’s house, reaching out and knocking.

I thought that I had to knock a few more times before someone could open the door. After all, it was only seven o’clock in the morning. In the winter of Britain, the sky was just lit by the sun. Unexpectedly, only after knocking three times, the door was opened from the inside.

“Oh! Good morning, Mr. Lovegood.” Marx was happy, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Marx.” Luna’s father saw Marx and suddenly smiled. “I came over so early? Come here, come in… Have you eaten breakfast? If you don’t mind, let’s eat together.” I am planning to do it!”

“This is great,” Marx said quickly. “I came out early today, and I really haven’t had time to fill my stomach!”

With the warm welcome of Xenophilius, Marx was carried into the room with his shoulders. He familiar to the side of the dinning table and looked around a little.

There is still no change here. Workaholics like Xenophilius can safely take care of the daughter. It’s good now, and it’s hard to think about the furnishings at home.

Moreover, although Marx occasionally helps Xenophilius to fill in the manuscripts like the exclusive news, the Lovegood family has nothing to do with The Quibbler magazine, which has not been able to sell well.

Maybe after some further development of the relationship between Marx and Luna, he can justify the home of Lovegood, which will make Xenophilius and Luna live better.

But at least, it is not the time.

Luna’s father is quite easy-going, but the more people of this character, the more they will have a clear bottom line. If he is helplessly helping, then most of them will be awkward.

“Mr. Lovegood, Luna?” Marx sat on the side of the dinning table, moving toward the kitchen behind him. “Have she got up yet?”

“Started, I just got up!” Xenophilius waved wand to make breakfast, and didn’t go back to the ground. “She said last night, I have to get up early to unpack the gift today – should I be in the bedroom now?”

“Can I go?” Marx said, glanced at the stairs in the middle.

“Of course, I think she will be happy for your arrival, you can call her down to have breakfast together!” Xenophilius replied, “Oh, yes! Thank you for the Christmas gift I gave you – Gurdyroot Infusion The new recipe is great!”

“You’re welcome, the Christmas specials that “The Quibbler” you gave me are also great, I will watch it a few times!” Marx laughed, and even lifted his legs upstairs.

The second floor is the bedroom and work space of Xenophilius, while the third floor is the bedroom of Luna. When Marx climbed the spiral staircase to 3rd-layer, he first saw Luna, but a portrait hanging from the ceiling.

It is a portrait surrounded by a large number of fine “golden chains”. The silhouette of a faintly discernible on the canvas is faintly recognizable and seems to be the outline of Marx.

If you look carefully, the “golden chains” that surround the ceiling around the frame are actually composed of tiny pieces of each and everyone.

Luna used the golden ink to write Marx’s name carefully thousands of times, and it looks like it has to continue to write down.

Marx knows that this is a small trick that combines the use of magical power with magical biology.

The golden ink is made up of the baby hair that has been smashed down by the young Unicorn. Just use it to write around the circle, and the writer’s pure willpower will be incorporated into the handwriting a little bit and appear in a specific position. An image of the content of the writing.

Because every word that is written, the willpower that can be integrated is very limited; therefore, the simpler the word is written, the more times it is written, the more clearly the image becomes.

I know how difficult Marx is, and when I see this scene, I feel more and more embarrassed.

He applied some spells to his name that hindered his exploration. Therefore, the painting that was supposed to be written thousands of times to make his silhouette clear, but still has a rather blurred image after thousands of times. .

“Marx?”

Luna was sitting on the edge of a pile of gifts, and when he saw Marx appearing on the side of the stairs, he immediately called him happily.

“Luna…” Marx moved his gaze from the tiny golden handwriting and placed it on Luna’s face, “Merry Christmas.”

He really wants to hug this female child now, but he can’t do it for the time being. His enemies continue to linger, even one more than before, and he can’t take his loved ones into danger so irresponsibly.

He was able to agree with Luna and Harry that they became friends and even agreed that she would join the RA because it was dangerous, but it was not necessary to face the real crisis.

But if he is too close to Luna, beyond a certain limit, Voldemort and Grindelwald will definitely act against Luna with the slightest hesitation – they can’t help Marx, but can’t they Luna?

I am afraid that there is a Marx in case, I don’t want to make any mistakes in this place.

At the moment when the Ravenclaw tower was attacked, he used the strength of Rule to completely obliterate the other side, which is undoubtedly for this reason.

“Merry Christmas, Marx,” Luna said, leaning over and opening the cabinet by the bed, taking out a small gift box from inside and handing it to him. “I know you will come.”

She is still laughing happily, smiling very happily, and as always confused.

“Is it?” Marx quickly reached for it. “Can I open it now?”

“Of course.” Luna tapped nodded, “I hope you like it.”

This gift box is only a slap in the palm of your hand, and there is not much weight in your hand. Marx looked around and didn’t use magic, but to tear the wrapping paper by himself.

Soon, he saw that in this little gift box, there was a pair of glasses that looked strange.

It looks a bit like the old-fashioned leather windshield worn by the muggle pilot, but the lens is made from a light purple crystal that is not very transparent.

“A pair of anti-fog glasses,” Luna explained to him with enthusiasm. “I found it in Diagon Alley, it was hidden in a corner! No one saw it!”

“Oh, this looks great!”

Marx said, wearing it directly, suddenly his vision turned into a purple. In the vagueness, he can still see some unknown color dots flowing around in the field of vision, letting people know if it is the funny magic on the lens, or can you really see through the lens that the original eye can not see s things.

Of course, it is easy to fall and fall with this walk, and he eventually pushes it to his forehead.

“You like it.” Luna reveals her ethereal and sweet smile.

“Well,” Marx nodded, then stretched out his pocket around his waist and pulled the bag to the maximum. “I also have a gift for you, you will love it!”

While speaking, he pulled out a big gift box from the pocket where Extension Charm was applied… No, maybe it’s called a “gift box”.

The gift box looks as big as a small suitcase, and looks like he doesn’t look light. He needs two hands to get it.

After he put it on the light blue carpet in Luna’s room, he reached out and gestured to Luna.

“Open it!” Marx is as excited as Luna.

Luna, who had been enchanted by Marx’s “big” gift, immediately leaned over and opened the gift box. When the box was completely disassembled and spread out on the ground, the contents of the box were displayed in front of Luna.

The thing reflected in the sun shining through the window reflected the brilliant silver light.