Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“I saw you and Draco coming down from the Knight bus that day! I know what you must have said with Draco. You better be careful, my Uncle has come out of the Ministry of Magic dungeon!”

Under Marx reached out and beckoned, Neville’s parchment in the palm of his hand leaped and crossed an arc in the classroom, steadily stopping in front of him. As the crumpled parchment unfolded on its own, there were two sentences that quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that the scene of Draco and the Knight bus on the same day was noticed by an acquaintance. Also, at that time, the Hogsmeade village was surging, and Neville was still vomiting and vomiting. It was not surprising that someone saw nature.

Pansy · Parkinson’s female child, although her appearance is not good, character is also bad to the home, always happy to ridicule the Gryffindors. But the only pure place in her heart, but it was all left to Draco. She saw that Draco had always been exceptionally silent recently, and that the beginning was probably the day, and it was no wonder that she would associate Neville with her.

However, if this note is only seen by Neville, it is a threat that’s all. But Miss Parkinson did not even think that Neville, who had never dared to provoke right and wrong, actually raised his hand and complained.

Now that this parchment falls into the hands of Marx, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting a house.

“What was written above?”

Slughorn curiously came over and Marx didn’t care. He waved the wrinkled paper directly to the bald old man.

“Miss Parkinson, I think, you have to come to my office after lunch,” Marx said calmly. “You might be able to talk to me about your Uncle.”

“No… I… I was nonsense,” Parkinson took a step back and saw Marx’s eyes as if he were watching a dementor. “I don’t know where he is, I… ”

“Now it’s class time, leave it to my office and talk about it!” Marx waved his hand and then nodded at Slughorn, indicating that he could continue his class.

From beginning to end, Marx’s performance is quite casual, and he can’t see the seriousness of the matter at all. The eyes of the young wizards are fine. Anyone who has glanced at Pansy Parkinson knows that the content on the note may not be as calm as Marx’s face.

Slughorn is similar to Marx. After reading the text on the paper, he did not show his concern about the matter. What is different from Marx is that his calm is based on the principle of “not actively taking trouble”.

Simply put, this old man is completely “only when you don’t see it”.

After returning the piece of paper to Marx, Slughorn cleared his throat and began to talk about the follow-up course content. In addition to Miss Parkinson’s, other young wizards gradually turned their attention back to the relaxed and pleasant explanation of Slughorn, and unwittingly put this episode aside.

For the rest of the class, Marx and Slughorn worked together to add a lot of eye-catching knowledge to the textbook, making the majority of students have a considerable degree of change in the subject of potion.

It’s also true, although Snape is definitely one of the very best in potion’s academic achievements, but his teaching style is really too tasteless. If every class is studied in accordance with the blackboard on the blackboard, even if the book is so fine and accurate, it will always make people feel tired.

Listening to the humorous Teacher lecture, time is always very fast, and it’s time to go to class.

This time, the students felt a little sad, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told a fun story about his preparation of potion, but unfortunately was interrupted by magic ringtones.

“Okay, I will take some time to finish it in the next class,” Slughorn laughed. “You can hurry up and pack, and the expected lunch time is about to begin!”

After saying this, he did not go first, but waited for the young wizards to leave the classroom one after another, which was Packed to teach the supplies on the table.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson was still nervous when she left, perhaps Packed Voldemort and Grindelwald’s Marx in her eyes, is a terrifying monster.

Originally Marx didn’t intend to get any information from her! I can sway her stocks, and now I have so much expectation.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, a pretty good lesson, isn’t it?” Slughorn had picked up his belongings and was very excited as he walked towards Marx.

“Yeah, I think they like you,” Marx paused and thought, and responded with a smile. “This time, I also brought a lot of lecture experience, I will use them. Above my Study of Ancient Runes.”

“hahaha, you are too modest.”

It’s better to have someone hold nature, especially with the promising young wizard like Marx. Slughorn is getting better and better at the moment.

These two are nothing to love, and they are all complimented by the old and the young, so they walked out of the classroom and walked along the corridor to the stairs.

By the way, Slughorn didn’t want Snape to vacate the office of Potions’ Professor because he thought the office in the basement was too old and too dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he specially asked Professor McGonagall to leave the office of Professor Against the Dark Arts.

The details of the specific bargaining Marx are not known, but he can guess as he thinks, this old man is supposed to take this into the conditions that will allow him to return to Hogwarts.

“…this is really interesting. See you in the auditorium. We can go to the dinning table and continue to talk about this topic.”

When the moving staircase moved to a position on the third floor, Slughorn and Marx were temporarily on their way to go to his own office.

……

In Britain, whether it’s muggle world or magic circle, lunch time is always fleeting. The phrase “expected lunch time” that Slughorn said after class is more of a typical English what a joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after rushing to solve it, they are once again engaged in intense work or study. If there is leisure and affection, tea time is the true meaning of the Britain.

Soon, Marx solved his meal and then returned to his office after rumored to reject Slughorn’s “entanglement.”

The look here is basically the same. It is so narrow that you can put yourself on the pile of paper by just throwing your ass. Whether you are sitting or standing, you may not be able to see Mr. McLorne behind the desk.

And Mr. McLorne, right now, is burying a draft and seems to be wondering what complex magic puzzles are.

He is waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that is just by the way that’s all, he has never done less, but because of the constant and more and more. Knowledge is endless, and things that can be understood in a lifetime are those, and wasting time is a waste of life.

But to be honest, he is sometimes willing to waste his life, especially in the moment of nothing.

I saw him think about it, just throwing the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and then turned to the window with Gurdyroot Infusion. Waiting for him to stretch out the curtains, the bright sunshine at noon fell on his face at once, and the warmth of the warmth was particularly warm.

Looking down from here, you can see the students in the vestibule garden at a glance. They mostly go out for a nap during the lunch break, and laugh and play with each other, but Marx can’t help but sigh.

“This mentality needs to be adjusted. Otherwise, the psychological age can go to uncle…” He looked at the energetic young people and couldn’t help but be alarmed.

Aging is usually the enemy of a woman, but if it is placed on a man, it is the same.

At this moment, there were three slight slamming sounds outside the office behind the door, and the sound could be heard by the voice. Of course, Marx was unmoved—he sensed that the magic power fluctuations outside the door had stayed for a while before the door knocked.

“Please come in.”

As the Marx voice fell slightly, the door quietly opened, a cautious footstep kicked and kicked, and moved slowly into the room.

“McLorne…Professor, I am coming.”

The person who came is Pansy Parkinson, the faithful follower of Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, she liked Draco since she was a child, just like Ginny likes Harry… but Draco doesn’t feel anything about this female child.

“Sorry, my office is not really suitable for the reception of guests,” Marx turned and walked over the mountainous paper bundles with a teacup and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

Instead of staying behind his appearance, he passed directly in front of Parkinson and walked to the small open space next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a chair suddenly jumped out of a corner and just fell right next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat on a small stool casually, without any shelves that were pressed by identity.

“Sit down! Miss Parkinson,” Marx looked up at the chin and motioned for her to sit down. “You don’t have to be too restrained. You know, at age, I am the same age as you.”

He can say this, but where does Parkinson really think of him as a big boy? I saw that she was sitting on the cushioned chair with some shrinking feet, but I couldn’t feel it when I sat down. I couldn’t find a suitable sitting position.