Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…just lie down, like a patient!” Hermione stood by the bed and pointed to the bed stubbornly. “You don’t think that standing at the door will make us very embarrassed? It’s like you are coming to see the sick.” of?”

Marx just got into the ward, and even didn’t even have time to say a word of thanks, it was a little too embarrassing to be called by Hermione.

Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he knew very well, he only fainted because of the overdraft of magic power, not because of any injuries.

I remember when he woke up from St. Mungo’s bed, he was once surprised that he was being sent to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Because he just fainted, the brain can be no problem, what kind of situation can be all in his mind before fainting!

At that time…that is, yesterday, he moved directly to the deep forest of Albania with the ancient mirror. Deerted there, it is naturally appropriate to temporarily place the terrifying item.

After that, he used the remaining magic power to lay a rune map in the Earth Palace based on the soul rune, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. It was only when he finally began to seal that he realized that this thing was not easily banned.

The power of the ancient mirror is very powerful, and the wave of souls after a wave of waves seems to be endless. No matter how strong the seal is, it is impossible to completely seal it.

Unfortunately, in order not to take risks, he did not go to the US ghost swamp to observe. If you look at it, you might get some inspiration from its original seal.

In the end, although he tentatively opened the seal map, how long it can last, but it is not very good to say. It seems that he has to reinforce it again and again before finding the correct and effective means of sealing.

Of course, the future things can be temporarily pressed, but in any case, this incident can actually be said to have smoothed out two hidden dangers for Marx. Voldemort and Grindelwald both lie, the most happy of course is Marx, at least for him, the enchanted monument and the broken mirror can be said to be temporarily safe.

The largely relaxed Marx, when the magic power was exhausted, reluctantly returned to Hogwarts and fell into the snow and lost consciousness. If he had told Mr. McGonagall in advance, he couldn’t tell how long he would lie in the world of ice and snow!

Not to mention this, at the moment Marx, under the persuasion of Hermione, had to lie back to the hospital bed. If you have to say something, he does have some injuries. It is just the damage caused by excessive retrospective time, but it can be raised without lying in bed.

“Marx, how are you feeling now?” Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. When Marx was lying down, she asked, “Although you can run next door, you can’t miss you.” It’s as good as it is! You are thin,…”

“Madam, I’m really fine.” Marx helpedless shook his head. “I don’t know my own situation? It’s just a little bit hurt, it doesn’t have much impact.”

“I don’t think so!” Tonks didn’t take it for granted. “You said, when have you been so embarrassed now? You know, it’s Voldemort and Grindelwald!”

“Yeah!” Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly. “The two generations of Dark Lord are planted in your hands!”

“If Dumbledore knows, he will be proud of you.” Even Lupin couldn’t help but sigh.

In fact, these words have been privately used many times before Marx unconscious. At the time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle made similar arguments when they came out.

“Everyone said, you are Dumbledore of this era!” Neville followed. “This is really… this is amazing!”

After Marx heard it, he had to smile a little bit.

Although he did have such a plan to wipe out the two Dark Lords, there was a big gap in the middle, so that he broke his brain. To be honest, many times the process may not be very important, as long as the results are good, people will be happy about it.

So even if one of the two big Dark Lords has left their bodies and one is buried by the former, it seems that both have little to do with Marx. But after Marx’s efforts, all the results were attributed to him, which is a fact of where water flows, a canal is formed.

“I don’t have as much as you think.” Marx shrugged, just modestly, that’s all.

He doesn’t care either. He also spent a lot of energy from beginning to end. This credit is just a matter of laughter. Because the truth is hard to say, it is not clear, it is better not to say it directly.

“Marx, what was the situation at the time? How did you fight with the two Dark Lords…” Fred asked with great enthusiasm.

“You have a duel with both of them?” George immediately took the next sentence.

Marx thought about it, and was about to pick something that he could say and tell everyone that by the way, he could spread his modified version. But he spoke for a few words, only to find that there was a wizard in the corridor outside and walked in front of the ward.

As the knocking sounded, a male voice followed the ward into the ward.

“Mr. McLorne?”

The voice seemed a bit hoarse, but it sounded very magnetic. Although the tone is very polite, but it is accompanied by a fierce, just listening to the sound gives a strong feeling.

“It’s me,” Marx recalled. He found that he couldn’t remember who the master of the voice was for a while, obviously not an acquaintance. “The door is unlocked, please come in.”

Tough barely, the other party unscrewed the door and walked inside with a big and rapid pace. The simple and neat way of action, as well as the decent dress, is a big and powerful person.

“You are… Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, now you should call you a ‘minister’.” Marx took a polite look, and then continued. “Is the Ministry of Magic asking about yesterday?”

Mr. Scrimgeour, whose full name is Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new Minister of Ministry of Magic after the encounter with Cornelius Fudge.

He has a brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows like two sharp sharp knives, a frame of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and a pair of sharp-eyed eyes behind the glass. Even if it is because of the past Auror career and the injury on the foot, it is inevitable that it is a bit embarrassing, but it is still a step by step.

This guy was originally the director of the Auror office, and his style of work has always been hard. To talk about the principle of being a man, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially in the aspect of eliminating the dark wizard. Unfortunately, his opinions with Dumbledore are often not consistent. After all, the starting point of the two is completely different from the beginning.

When Marx asked about the new minister’s intentions, the other party shook his head first.

“Yes, I really want to know first, how did you solve Voldemort and Grindelwald together? But today I came here because of another thing…” Scrimgeour stretched a face, but it was As always, he put on his official business, “But before that, please ask everyone here to avoid it. I need to be with Mr. McLorne, Mr Potter, Weasley… Ronald Mr. Weasley, And Miss Granger talks together.”

In this ward, it was obvious that several “Mr. Weasley” had been squeezed, so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of calling, lest it would be more confusing after the expression was unclear.

Marx hearing this, thinking a little, I couldn’t help but tempted: “Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?”

Scrimgeour expressionless was nodded, but probably because everyone was still in the room, so there was no specific answer.

Marx had some guesses and ordered nodded to others. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other and said that they were leaving the ward temporarily.

Not long after, the ward that seemed to be quite crowded was once again spacious.

Scrimgeour saw that they all went out, and suddenly took out the wand, and carefully shouted the muffled spell in this room all around. It’s a shame to use Auror’s wizard, which is similar to the original Moody.

“Mr. Scrimgeour, are you here because Professor Dumbledore has left a will?” Marx asked as the other person arranged.

He asked, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When was it established? What is the relationship with them?

“Do you know?” Scrimgeour glanced at him suspiciously. “How do you know? Albus Dumbledore hasn’t talked to anyone.”

“Oh, I guess.” Marx spread his hand, “because the time is almost the same.”

“What time?” Scrimgeour frowned.

“What time is there?” Hermione said loudly said, “Professor Dumbledore must have left something for us, and you have detained them! If the deadline is not 31, you are not ready to send them over. What?”

After hearing the words, Scrimgeour glanced at Hermione in the same way.

“According to Article 13 of the Law on the Correction of Goods, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate the illegal items involved in the will.” He said, but looked at Marx again. “Of course, if there is no illegality.” For item, Ministry of Magic will naturally deliver the relevant successor within the time limit.”