Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At Hogwarts, the little snakes and the young lions have always been dead.

Perhaps because of the character, they are not pleasing to each other, or maybe some of the historical issues between the two founders of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. In short, the students in these two houses are on the same occasion. Next, it’s not a noisy quarrel or just turning around.

It is very rare to want to sit on the same table for breakfast today.

However, combined with the performance of the two people Slughorn and Draco, this time they seem to have discussed what happened before the meal. At this time, everyone saw Slughorn take the initiative to hand over to Draco, and most of them looked suspiciously to the latter.

It was a very hard thing to be surrounded by a group of people who were not so friendly. Draco clearly showed an uncomfortable look. A bad experience always makes people change. He didn’t carry his chin like normally, showing his “noble temperament”, but he lowered his head slightly and his eyes moved up the desktop. indefinite.

“I…” He opened his mouth, but he just opened his mouth, as if he had twisted his body like a wrong one. “No, Mr. Slughorn… I think I am still…”

“I don’t think I can hesitate any more,” Slughorn said in a rare way. He knows that a sleek old man like him can usually not force others. “Think about your parents, child.” ”

Draco whispered a few words, and most people didn’t understand what he was saying. It seemed that he was trying to convince himself. After waiting for a while, he raised his head with his teeth.

“McLorne, I… please… yes, please save my father,” Draco closed his eyes and squeezed a sentence from the eyes of his nephew. “He was just forced, I can’t So watching him be locked into Azkaban.”

In this sentence, it seems to have exhausted his whole body. After he said it, the tight shoulders slammed hard and collapsed again.

Draco’s words are like a muffling spell, making the dinning table silent. Everyone is thinking about this sentence, some are surprised and doubtful, and as Slughorn is looking at everyone waiting.

The next moment, with the exception of Draco, everyone’s eyes were focused on Marx. Everyone looked at his face as if to find traces of clues from his expression.

Unfortunately, when Marx thinks about things, he never shows up on his face. Especially after experiencing the loss of feelings, this habit of controlling expression becomes more obvious.

Of course, Marx was a little surprised, but no one else was so surprised. For Draco’s request, it is unexpected, but it is also reasonable.

Draco’s father Lucius Malfoy has already reached the front line before Voldemort’s death, and his Death Eater identity has become a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort first lost power, Lucius could rely on the power of the family to get rid of the accusation, just because he had not revealed his identity outside, but this time it was obviously hard to avoid calamity.

Marx didn’t know much about the review process of Ministry of Magic, but now that Draco has been forced to come over and ask for himself, I think the new Minister of Ministry of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, wants to be mad.

After all, the “Original Auror Office Director” after all is a resolutely popular character, the dark wizard has never been soft, even if Marx is willing to pull him Lucius, presumably will encounter no small resistance.

You know, for a Ministry of Magic, every other Voldemort party that was arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement! It’s not so easy to do this in public.

But for Marx, the first thing he wants to consider is the benefit – to help Lucius, and to exchange himself and the school for a big favor from his Hogwarts school manager? Or just let go of it, there is a little swaying wall grass, come to him without seeing it?

“In the case of your father Lucius Malfoy, I probably know some,” Marx looked at Draco calmly. No one knows what he thought about this time. “I can try…”

“Really?” Draco suddenly raised his head and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

No matter how good or bad, child is child. For a teenager who is still underage, the changes of parents and families always affect his life and everything.

Marx’s semi-affirmative answer is equivalent to one after another, the rope that can bear the weight, and how can Draco, who is trapped in the deep well, not reach out?

“Now the Ministry of Magic is not the time for Fudge to be a master. You better not have too much hope,” Marx thought. “Even if I try my best for your father, you have to be good at receiving a body. The psychological preparation of the father of the negative command.”

“What… what?” Draco asked subconsciously.

Marx shook his head slightly.

“I think you understand what I am talking about.” He did not give a clear explanation of this sentence.

In fact, even if Marx doesn’t say it, Draco can understand his meaning somewhat. That is to say, Marx had to steal his father from Azkaban at the time – of course, if he had to go ahead for a few days.

To say that Lucius did what he had done without anger, anyway, Marx couldn’t think of a few pieces. Or, in fact, the guy was caught in the middle from the beginning, and he simply wanted to do bad things and didn’t have that chance.

It was only recently that he was forced by the situation that he had to face the Order of the Phoenix and had a few chaos. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may be quite unreasonable.

But in addition to the family members of Lucius’s relatives, who else would feel that this trial is unreasonable? If Draco didn’t mention it here today, Marx wouldn’t even notice it.

“I know.” Draco looked nodded and then stopped talking.

“Can’t you say “thank you”?” Ron whispered a whisper, but the dinning table was quiet, and everyone complained clearly.

Draco’s neck rose red, habitually wanting to sarcasm to Ron, but just a mouthful, he endured hard. The request that was so difficult to say just now was said. If it is a slap in the face, maybe the strength of the previous fee will be erased.

I saw that his mouth opened and closed a few times, and then he gave up his mouth and gave up the profit.

But… should you say “thank you” at this time? Draco glanced at Marx and made a few words in his heart that was extremely strange to his Malfoy Big Young Master, only to find out how he couldn’t say it.

“Don’t say nothing,” Marx waved. “You just remember, because you are a Hogwarts, I will agree. At school, Slytherin and Gryffindor can’t just look good… …you can graduate and leave the school. What you should remember is just ‘Hogwarts’, not specific to that house, understand?”

After hearing Draco, deep took a deep breath, and then silently nodded. Ron wanted to laugh when he saw him, but when Marx stunned, he had to put away his guilty feelings.

“Marx, you are more and more like a real professor.” Hermione said with a smile.

“Miss Granger said it was good,” Slughorn saw, and he couldn’t help but be more vocal. “McLorne is also good… We are all Hogwarts students. If we don’t unite, who else should be united? I want to see that Slytherin and Gryffindor actually have no irreconcilable contradictions…”

He said, a little stopped, and suddenly there was a sparkling ray of light in his eyes.

“…Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered when I was a Slytherin head,” Slughorn said with enthusiasm. “I think you all know that there are many outstanding wizards among the students I have taught… In fact. Most of them have joined a small organization I founded, Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can join in and join the lead for Hogwarts’ unity. How about?”

“Do you mean your ‘Slug Club’?” Marx said perfunctorily. “Well, I can hang a name, but you don’t want to entangle Harry. The thing they should do now is to study hard, not ?”

“Oh, you are right…” Slughorn was first happy, but then he looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly. It seemed to be a pity for it. “Well… it’s not too late to graduate, yes. Yes… it should be no later…”

This stopped breakfast ended in the regretful eyes of this bald old man, and everyone left the place where they should go. Marx also returned to his office, hoping to sort out the lesson information he had previously made in St. Mungo’s ward.

But before he could turn over a few pieces of information, he heard a few slamming sounds behind the curtains behind him, knocking the window glass and squeaking.

He knew that this was mostly owl Marf coming over, maybe it was something that he sent him a letter parcel.

Seeing that he waved his hand at random, the heavy curtains slammed into the side, and the window slammed open, and the sun suddenly slanted into his messy and crowded office.

Immediately, one of the envelopes slipped onto his desk.