Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After the crowded lunch at Three Broomsticks Inn, the friends continued to wander around the Hogsmeade. Except for Marx, the rest of the audience is probably the last time to have a complete relaxation in this school year, because in the days to come, everyone has to work hard to prepare for the OWLs exam.

Even Luna, who is one year lower than Harry, has to review the final exam that will soon come.

“You will continue to play! I am going to go back to school almost,” just joined everyone from the magic what a joke store, and Marx looked up at the sky and found that he could not continue to go on. “Professor McGonagall I have an afternoon tea with her, I can’t be late.”

“Oh–” Ron apparently had a good time, and Marx said that he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry.

“Luna, you will go shopping with them again!” See Luna looking at himself, Marx shrugged. “There are more people today. If they wait for the next weekend, they will not have time to come out again.” ——”

“Hey, you are right.” Luna nodded, and said leisurely, “Would you accompany me next week?”

Hermione seems to be somewhat sensitive to Luna’s words, and she looks a bit annoyed with Marx and Luna. It seems that she may be considering canceling the review plan for the next Sunday in advance.

It stands to reason that a study tyrant like Hermione, even the OWLs exam, can score high without any suspense. But she is a learning madness. If she is not prepared enough before the exam, she can decide that she is uncomfortable.

“Of course, if it’s just a morning…” Marx was facing Luna warned repeatedly. “The review is still a good review. Other professors can tell me, your grades seem to be partial.”

“Oh…” Luna hearing this, the line of sight immediately went elsewhere, and began to smash the gods again.

“Don’t listen to it, run back and review A History of Magic, potion and transfiguration!” Marx reached out and shook in front of her eyes. “Okay, then I will go first, let’s go!”

After all, he did not delay, and he waved his hand and walked to the intersection of the village.

“Luna, are you also partial?” Ron was pleasantly surprised to find that he was looking for a comrade-in-arms that was standing in the same trench as himself. “So smart? I am also a subject–“

“Don’t compare you to others,” Hermione glanced at him. “People are partial, but you won’t always be between qualified and unqualified like you!”

“Oh – it turned out that I was standing in the wrong battle!” Ron suddenly dropped his shoulder and sighed.

……

When I came to Hogsmeade, Marx strolled on my legs, but now I don’t have to take a walk. He found a place outside the village where there were few pedestrians. With the power of portkey, he returned to the front door of Hogwarts in a blink of an eye.

In addition to the students who are about to graduate, most of the young wizards are still swaying at the Hogsmeade, so now, at first glance, there are almost no silhouettes in the school.

Of course, a living treasure like Fred and George will never miss the Hogsmeade Day. Although they also have to face the NEWTs exam that will soon come, before that, they will not toss even one day.

Marx heard that after the event of Voldemort, they seemed to be beginning to ponder their invention of mischief. If they were discovered by Mrs. Weasley, they would be embarrassed again.

As he thought about these messy things, he walked to the garden next to the castle. There were stone benches on the edge of the fountain there, and Professor McGonagall and his appointment were there to meet.

The power of magic is great. As soon as you walk into the garden, the colorful flowers immediately greet Marx. The colourful petals are shining in the sun with a soft glow, which makes them look more colorful.

And when he turned a few flower walls, the crystal clear water curtain of the magic fountain made his entire vision sparkle.

In the muggle world, this scene can only be seen briefly in the spring season; in the magic circle, it can be enjoyed all year round, even now in winter. .

It’s not too late for Marx to come, but it seems that it’s not too early, because Professor McGonagall has already arrived.

On a stone table next to the fountain, Professor McGonagall put on a variety of baked snacks, even delicious cakes with whipped cream and fruit tarts with various fruits. The dreamy color of the food is not inferior to the surrounding sea of ​​flowers.

“Come?” McGonagall noticed that there were more people here. She turned and laughed at Marx. “Come and sit down! I am ready yet – just right!”

Compared with Voldemort’s still awkward situation, the current Professor McGonagall is obviously going to relax a lot. When she saw Marx, her face, which was always solemn and tight, even showed a kind smile, and even the wrinkles around her eyes stretched out.

When Marx saw it, I couldn’t help but feel that this is what an old man should feel.

Hogwarts This school, in the Britain magic circle … and even the entire European magic circle occupy a very important position, which makes this position of the headmaster very difficult to sit here. Not to mention Minerva McGonagall, even when Dumbledore was in this position, he gave up many options.

Fortunately, the most difficult period of time has passed, and although it is hard, at least McGonagall professor, the headmaster, will not be as thin as every step.

Marx sat down at the table and stretched out without any restraint. I think that every day of this weather, every 1 point is a little lazy, and it has been squeezed for a long time in the crowd, but now it is really lacking.

McGonagall looked at this extraordinarily young wizard, and couldn’t help but subconsciously recall his childhood. Perhaps the change of the magic circle is not as fast as the muggle World, and the change of the times is far less obvious. She can still see the shadow of her time in Marx.

But it was just such a comparison, but she could not help but feel a little sorry for Marx. The boy’s student days were too hasty, and he was forced to fall into a state of carelessness that he should have enjoyed his age. The dark mud. Now, he is already a professor at Hogwarts.

“Come on, try these snacks first! I did it with Pomona – I have to say that her baking skills are better than when she was younger!”

At McGonagall’s recommendation, Marx picked up a piece of honey scone, then looked at the other side and clicked on the tabletop. A refined teapot with a steaming mouth in the spout appeared on the cloth on the stone table.

Earlier, when the pure blood wizard family was still in the magic circle, this afternoon tea was more social than the muggle. But now, eating he he can be more casual, even the banquets and dances have canceled many complicated and strict regulations.

Marx swallowed the scones in the mouth and took a sip of the black tea that had just poured into the cup. The unique scent of Darjeeling was mixed with the aftertaste of the snacks in the mouth, making people feel more relaxed.

“Oh, I have to tell you the good news,” Marx put down the teacup, but he spoke first. “Our Mr. Ministry of Magic seems to be ready to make a multi-school joint event like the top three.” Of course, our Hogwarts are also dominant.”

McGonagall wanted to mention another thing with Marx through this afternoon tea. But when Marx spoke the news, she couldn’t help but surprise the one she had wanted to say before.

“Is the event like the top three? Or is it led by Hogwarts?” Professor McGonagall shined, and she clearly saw the significance.

After Voldemort’s death, Hogwarts’ position in the global magic circle was significantly higher. And if you add a sufficient amount of fire at this time, then Hogwarts will undoubtedly be able to stabilize in this higher place than before.

“Last year’s Triwizard Tournament was hosted by Hogwarts. Now I want to host another multi-school joint event. I am afraid it is not that easy? You…you don’t need this…”

Professor McGonagall was happy, but he understood the difficulty. It was also guessed whether Marx agreed to the Scrimgeour.

“No, I didn’t do anything.” Marx shrugged, while picking up a small piece of cake, explained, “I was in the dark to help me with the action of catching the Death Eater fugitive yesterday. But I am really Not exactly for Mr. Minister’s request and presentation, mainly… you know, that is somewhat related to Voldemort.”

“Oh, indeed—” Professor McGonagall was thoughtfully nodded. “In order to be cautious, you should definitely look at the specific situation… What did you find?”

Marx thought about it and suddenly felt that it would be fine to tell Professor McGonagall the truth. This respectable witch is always very fair. For an innocent baby girl, she is absolutely willing to treat it in good faith.

only……

“Voldemort and Bellatrix gave birth to a child,” Marx said frankly. “The name is ‘Delfi’, a beautiful female child. The Death Eater madly escaped from the dungeon to escort Bellatrix.”

“Volde… child? Delphi?”

Anyone who hears this news will startled, even if it was originally Marx. When Professor McGonagall learned it, it was obvious that he was also particularly surprised, and even the cup that was picked up was put back on the coaster in front of him.

“She… what happened to the child now?” McGonagall asked a little hesitantly.