Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Blois Castle Lord, I am suddenly coming to visit, and there is something wrong with Gu Li. But since you have never responded to Patriarch’s letter, Patriarch waited anxiously. I am waiting for it. I don’t know… Blois Castle Lord, what kind of attitude do you hold about the cooperation mentioned in the letter of my family?”

When Marx was running to the greenhouse to find Wynie to talk for a day and change his mind, Wynie’s father was sitting in the living room with three mysterious black robe wizards.

Well, to say that they are mysterious, it is not in their words and deeds, but simply to say their “appearance.” The three wizzards are all in a black wizard dress with the same style. The color is monotonous and looks old. What’s more worth mentioning is that they all put on the wide hood attached to the robes, and it seems that they don’t reveal the true appearance from beginning to end.

Of course, Mr. Blois didn’t care too much, because he knew exactly where they came from.

“I have seen it,” after listening to the other leader’s inquiry, Mr. Blois calmly nodded and quickly replied, “The proposal about your Patriarch is really tempting… but to be honest, just The matter, my Blois family is still waiting to see, for the time being I am afraid there is no possibility of cooperation.”

Although the “things” in his mouth did not say so clearly, the four people present at the scene were well aware. What’s more, if there is any major event happening recently, it is undoubtedly the Nicholas Flamel alchemy heritage of Beauxbatons.

Mr. Blois said that the three wizards sitting on the opposite sofa were each nodded, and the leader, the wizard, who was sitting in the middle, spoke again.

“…This means that there is no possibility of cooperation between our two families? In this case, what is the Castle Lord waiting for? The sooner the two families form a cooperative relationship, the more they can get Is there a full advantage?”

However, Mr. Blois did not speak immediately. He just glanced at the window first, as if he was admiring the beautiful evening of the outside.

Just can be seen from him, just across the square, a pair of young men and women in the greenhouse are talking leisurely. Obviously, he is not looking at the scenery outside the window, but the person who is in the scenery.

After a short while, Mr. Blois took back his sight and re-looked towards the three wizzards he visited.

“I know,” he said calmly. “I will consider it carefully. The three can take a day off at my Blois Fort, and I will give you an answer to the difference tomorrow.”

After all, he looked sideways at the old steward standing on the side, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

“Three guests, please come with me.”

Old steward stepped forward and showed his hand in full.

The leader of the three people was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking about whether it is necessary to stay for a day, nodded after deliberation.

“In this case, I am waiting for the good news of the Castle Lord.”

After watching the three wizards follow the old steward, Mr. Blois thoughtfully calculated it. As he thought about it, he stood up and took a step to the window on the side of the living room, and set his sights in the direction of the greenhouse at the corner of the square.

“Marx · McLorne…” Blois whispered, “Who are you?”

On the surface of Marx’s identity, of course, Professor Study of Ancient Runes of Hogwarts. These identities are already great enough in the eyes of many people, but if you look at the eyes of Patriarch, such as the Blois family, it is just a good talent that’s all.

But just now, the three wizzards from an ancient family have shown some suspicious places.

Yes, although they have not even mentioned Marx McLorne in one sentence, in the current situation, it is most suspicious to not mention the existence of Marx. You know, the venue for the alchemy event was confirmed not long ago, and Blois didn’t think the other family knew it.

You know, the venue of the contest has no small impact on their “cooperation plan”. How can they not mention this?

The only explanation is that the family is still jealous of Hogwarts without Dumbledore. Needless to say, the reason for jealousy is mostly on Marx.

However, no matter what the Marx is, now he has completely put his daughter’s hope of getting out of the curse in his hands. He does not want to have any accidents in this most important thing. There is no other identity behind the Marx. Blois doesn’t care. He only believes in his judgment now.

Say it is self-confidence, saying that it is gambling. Since the last time I came back from the underground vault, he has already recognized the relationship between Marx and his daughter. If you don’t really treat each other as a friend, how could someone be willing to take such a big risk? How strong is the enemy? Not to mention that when Voldemort took Wynie as a hostage, Marx was a little bit on the spot.

Blois believes in his eyes more than the suspicions that are invisible and invisible.

“McLorne, Wynie is handed over to you.” He looked at the direction of the greenhouse, and his pale eyes had softened in a flash.

……

The Blois Fort is really too big, and Marx has been researching in the laboratory before, so he didn’t know much about the new visitors to the Fort. As for Wynie, who is right in front of him, it’s even more unclear about her unrequited temperament.

At this moment, both of them were kneeling in a corner of the greenhouse, doing a rather boring eutrophic treatment for the new soil.

To say that the research on magic circle is very similar to the knowledge of the muggles, it is undoubtedly Herbology. Even if you are cultivating a variety of strange magic plants, the process is just the set of flowers and plants, the details may be different, but overall it is similar.

At this point, Marx was holding a triangular shovel and continually twirling a texture of sand; Wynie licked a fine-eyed sack and added other fattening substances to the sand.

There are many types of fertilizers in Herbology, not just traditional man-made fertilizers rich in dragon-like magic power like dragon manure, but also a variety of uniquely targeted “fertilizers”.

For example, the Lafite Dragon Kiss, which is grown by watering the dragon’s blood as a nutrient, is the dragon’s blood. If you use the blood of other creatures, as long as the magic power content and the attribute match, they will still grow up, but they will not be able to bloom.

“Marx, is that enough?”

“Well, it’s almost.”

From the time when Marx came to the greenhouse until now, the conversation between the two of them may not be as good as five or six sentences. Obviously, Wynie is still the same, and when he talks about it, he just cherishes words like gold.

But even if you don’t talk, the tacit understanding between the two will not be reduced. This is enough to see from the fact that both of them have abandoned the curse and chose to work on their own hands.

For Marx, pick up the shovel and mix the soil, hold the scissors and cut the branches. This is a means of relaxation for leisure. For Wynie, it is a rare life interest to cultivate a plant by hand.

This is the case with the two men. In some respects, they may be quite different. However, some small places in their normal life are quite compatible.

After they had wrapped the sand they had treated into several sealed bags, the two finally took off their gloves and stood up.

The work in this greenhouse is finished, but Wynie seems to have not left immediately.

“Marx,” she turned gently, slamming the silvery white tip of her cheek to her ear. The whole movement seemed to be careless, but it was extraordinarily soft and delicate. “Father said, you…be a professor? ”

Marx hearing this is a glimpse.

To put it bluntly, his appointment as a professor at Hogwarts actually took a while, and he has already got used to a lot of young wizards calling himself “Professor McLorne.” Think carefully, it seems that Wynie has been away from school until now, but it seems to be a little longer.

“Yeah!” Marx paused, not smiling, “I am teaching everyone to learn ancient runes at Hogwarts, but… well, to be honest, my professor is actually quite incompetent.”

“The class is over.”

Wynie without the slightest hesitation stretched out the slender fingers and pointed straight at Marx’s nose. This action, coupled with her plain expression, made Marx feel very interesting.

“Yeah, absenteeism,” Marx shrugged said. “But this time it’s really justified. After all, I came back to France, also for Hogwarts.”

“Hogwarts…” Wynie silently repeated the vocabulary and then looked up at Marx. “Is it the same as before?”

Marx hearing this, can’t help but quietly recall the year he just entered school, and I can’t help feeling some emotions.

“Nothing is immutable, isn’t it?” He shook his head slightly. “Some places change a lot. Some places change little… If your problem is solved, you can use your own eyes.” Take a good look.”

“……is it?”

Wynie didn’t say anything after hearing it. She just stared at the potted seedlings on the table next to her expressionlessly, staring blankly at her eyes, and even Marx couldn’t guess what she was thinking.

The last touch of the sun before the setting sun fell through the transparent partition of the greenhouse, silently falling on her side. The golden red color smudged quietly, but still could not cover the transparent white on her cheek.