Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“This gentleman, did you just send the note to me?”

At this point Martin was standing in front of the stone monument in the garden of Beauxbatons. He looked at the mysterious wizard, which was almost in the shadows. The right hand had touched his own wand, which was obviously cautious.

Although he thinks that no one should choose to offend the Blois family, there is no absolute thing. There are always some unscrupulous guys in this world, and he has to be careful.

Of course, he is not without doubt. Whether he is leading himself here is Vanni. If you think about it, he will understand that it should not be the case. After all, if Vanni is looking for him, it is too simple. Even if he doesn’t even see him, he will report it directly to Patriarch.

So he guessed that the content on the previous note may be true.

In fact, Marx wrote two sentences on the paper: First, he claimed to belong to a family of wizards, and wanted to cooperate with Martin, who is a Blois family manager, to compete with other forces; The second is that he needs to be alone with the Martin, so that he can negotiate with him with confidence.

Marx’s intentions are simple, but they are particularly appropriate when many forces are rushing to find cooperation with each other.

“Good evening, Mr. Manager.”

Marx’s footsteps were wrong, and he walked freely from the shadow of the stone tablet, and even greeted him with a light flutter.

“you–“

He just showed up and shocked Martin. This Martin is not blind, and naturally he has already noticed the Marx who has been with Vanni. Immediately after the two men met, Martin immediately stepped back and looked quite shaken.

“How could it be you?” he shuddered. “You… why did you call me here?”

“Did I write a note for you?” Marx shrugged said. “You didn’t read it? Or did you see it, but didn’t believe it?”

“This… yes, I saw…”

In the calm tone of Marx, Martin hesitated unconsciously. He thought, is this Hogwarts McLorne really want to work with himself? But isn’t he already having a family manager? How could it still use his Martin?

Um… Maybe McLorne is actually not happy with Van Gogh’s management? Yes, although Vanni is doing things with ease, it is always too rigid, and I am afraid that there is no way to do some live camping. In this incident, people who don’t fish in troubled waters can’t get any benefit. On this point, people who know how to die so quickly will know.

However, this kind of thing, his Martin is good at it!

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne?” Martin managed to ponder over it and simply deliberately probed. “You seem to be looking for me to work together. Isn’t Vatican just being with you?”

Marx hearing this, but smiled and shook his head.

“Vanni, of course, will help me… of course, in her position and perspective,” he said calmly. “But I think you can also help me do something that is necessary.”

“me?”

Martin subconsciously asked, but in exchange for Marx’s affirmative nodded.

“Yes, you can’t.”

“That… what can I do for you?” Martin wondered. “And I, what good is it?”

“The benefits are natural, but this can be said later. As for now… I can tell you what you can do first-” Marx said, his eyes suddenly squinting at him. “First you can do it.” Let me take a look at your memory.”

When Marx said this, Martin managed to slam in the bottom of his heart, and then he felt that the fragments of various memories were not backtracked by his control. This feeling seems to him to be like a year, but in reality it is only a moment.

When he came back to his senses again, and as he swayed his head, he found that Marx was still looking at him with a smile, and he didn’t even move his position.

“Who is the person who supports you in the back, you don’t know, and dare to mix it into this legacy storm? I should say that you are courageous enough… or you should be smoked by your interests. Fainted?”

Marx confirmed the memory he had just peeped at with Legilimens, and he shook his head in a weird expression. Obviously, he said this, and it is definitely nothing to gain.

“You…what do you want to do?” Martin, who had just stabilized from the confusion, suddenly frowned.

“I just want to see who else is trying to mess up,” Marx spread his hand. “It’s a pity, because you’re not thinking about it, it’s a waste of effort. But it’s nothing, now we have one more thing to do’ cooperating.”

“What, what?” Martin was a glimpse, obviously not knowing what Marx was doing.

“It’s nothing, it’s a no difficulty thing for you.” Marx reached out and pointed to the door. “Now, you should leave here. In that case, you might still be able to manage your outside name.” Keep going, or else… I think you understand?”

For this Martin management, Marx is not a star-and-a-half polite. Because, at present, Beauxbatons is already chaotic, he does not want to have more crowbars mixed in, can count one less.

“This… good, okay, I know…” Martin’s face changed several times in a row. This is a slap in the face. It is obvious that he can’t bear the huge cake that is placed in front of everyone. His sexual greed is evident.

But he seems to know how much it is. There is a family of Vatican management here, not only his chances will become very small, but the chance of bad luck will be turned over several times. Now Marx seems to be so emboldened, and the choice he has is obviously very small.

“Know it.”

Marx calmly nodded, and then no longer talk nonsense, but once again reached out and pointed at the door, meaning that Martin had to hurry.

When Martin saw this situation, he could not help but take a step back. But his footsteps were quite sluggish, as if the greed of the heart that seemed to be a bottomless hole kept glaring at him and let him stop immediately.

Marx saw his hand still on the edge of his trouser pocket, and he couldn’t help but pull his mouth.

“Are you going to do it with me here?” He straightened his point and said, “I advise you not to take this unnecessary time, lest you can’t even get out of here today.”

Under Marx’s warning, Martin’s hand trembled immediately, and then the handle was pulled away with a stiff hand. Of course, he can’t do it with Marx. After all, even if he doesn’t know anything about Marx’s story, it’s obviously not a place for fighting.

Not to mention anything else, not far from those busy wizards, it is a natural warning. In this occasion where many forces are gathered, no one dares to easily wave their own wand except for the secret hand.

“If I leave this, wouldn’t you say anything about what I had seen at Beauxbatons for Vanni?” Martin couldn’t help but ask.

“If you don’t show up in the end, I don’t think I will remember you anymore,” Marx waved. “Would you like to go? Remember to go back and ask who is going to get you.” Clear. Believe me, for now, this is an unsafe place.”

Martin was nodded with his words, and then turned around reluctantly, and went helplessly toward the main entrance of Beauxbatons.

Being able to “persuade” people by one mouth is at least much easier than using magic power to do it. If he still wants to know what is wrong with the Blois Fort, he doesn’t even want to use the Legilimens spell.

After confirming that Martin’s management had actually left, Marx strolled back to the door of the auditorium. Far away, he could see that Vanni, who was sitting in the seat, also looked over here, and he gestured nodded.

Although the matter of Martin’s management should be handled by Vanni, it will be resolved more quickly than him. But in that case, the person behind Martin would be more alert. Now, the other side will definitely know through Martin that there is a certain understanding of his existence, and perhaps only Marx.

In the eyes of the other party, Vanni knew that it was a very important thing. If Blois Patriarch finds out because of this, there is actually a member of the family who has his own heart, and the other party will be much more troublesome in the future.

Now, no one knows his existence except Marx, which is definitely a great fortune for him.

Marx believes that the unknown Blois family member may come to him soon. And by then, he can sell Wynie’s father again.

After telling Vanni that he had succeeded in driving away the surname, Marx strolled back into the expensive Beauxbatons auditorium. It will not be long before the dance will officially begin, and he feels that at the end of the dance, there will probably be something happening here.

Or everything becomes clear, or the situation becomes more confusing. No matter what the possibility, there is still no time for him to intervene. Like many forces, he is waiting for an opportunity.

The dispute between the forces is not as straightforward as his battle with Voldemort. In many cases, it will lead to a whole body, and the impact will be implicated in many people and things. The more this is the case, the more important the importance of personal strength will be, and often only in certain circumstances.

Grasping the timing is what he needs to do now.