Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The so-called “peace” means that the Teachers are desperately arranging the homework, as if to bury the students; the so-called “peace”, that is, the news of “Daily Prophet” is full of trivial matter, making it the most recent publication of “The Quibbler”; The so-called “peace” means that even if the Whomping Willow is covered with Flobberworm, it will only be curious.

In general, peace is reassuring, but it is often boring for a long time.

Today, on the first day of the Easter holiday, Harry and Ron, who had been dragged to the common room by Hermione, were yawning and watched her use wand to keep tapping on the parchment.

According to the practice of previous years, every time I return to the Easter holiday, Hermione will give them a timetable for review. Since we have done this every year in the past, the OWLs exam at the end of this year is naturally more necessary to plan well.

As Ron said before—even though the reason for Voldemort’s resurrection may have been discovered today, it seems to be worse than the exam related to the future of life.

“Okay, you’re almost like this!” Hermione took a timeline marked with various points to Ron’s front, and then pulled another blank parchment. “Follow the above, if You are serious enough, and the performance on the exam will definitely not be too bad…”

“Oh, thank you!”

Ron frowned and looked down, and it was a timetable. Most of the table boxes are almost full of red highlights that represent “important”, which means that if he has completely followed this form, this year’s Easter holiday will be completely farewell to rest.

“Hey?” He looked at him and suddenly browed. “Hermione, why is there an evening time on the last day of each week? If you count them, this timetable will not be a little loose. Is it a little?”

“That’s left for us to train together,” Hermione didn’t lift his head. “Don’t tell me, you want to use this ability to help Marx reduce the burden. Be careful! I will keep increasing.” Train strength, remember to keep up!”

“So… other members of the RA? Would you like to call them together?” Harry asked as he watched Ron’s timetable mammoth.

Hermione hearing this, the wand in his hand paused a bit.

“In fact, I have been thinking about it, and I should tell the few people about it,” she said. “First of all, Fred and George and Ginny are definitely ok… Neville should be OK, um… …Luna and I said that Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff house can also trust…”

As she thought, she reported the names of several people, but the more hesitated, the more he went. Logically speaking, most of the members of the RA should be believed, but since the last time she suffered a loss in Helen Schon, her heart still has some bad influences.

At the end, Hermione simply shook her head and put the problem aside again. Waiting for her wand tip to continue on the parchment for a while, Harry’s review schedule was completed.

“Your timetable is a little looser than Ron. I remember that I practiced when I have more time. I don’t want to be lazy!” She was serious about Harry, and she was so strict at this time. Professor McGonagall.

Harry shook his own schedule and confessed to nodded.

“I will do that…” He honestly said, “Mrs. Granger, dear.”

……

While Harry and Ron are about to spend an Easter holiday that is destined for a dark day, Marx is sitting in front of the bar at Three Broomsticks Inn’s bar with Hagrid and Slughorn.

I ran over to drink early in the morning, fearing that it was the idea that Slughorn could only come up with this bald old man.

Hagrid doesn’t matter, just like his cascading giant half-blood physique, it’s a blessing to have no habit of drinking, but Marx doesn’t have the habit of drinking so early. Right now, he only had a glass of juice in front of him, and he was bored and watched the two guys next to him start drinking early in the morning.

In fact, this wine is a bit of a cause – according to Slughorn himself, this year’s Easter happened to be his birthday. According to the habits of previous years, he always held a private party on the birthday day to find a lot of old friends to celebrate his birthday.

But this year is different, because he has now changed back to the professor of Hogwarts, and it is not so convenient to have a party at school.

“…I have mentioned it with Minerva several times before, but she has never agreed to lend me a small hall to hold a birthday party.” Slughorn poured a mead into his mouth and immediately licked it. “Hey, It’s a lot of age, and you can’t have a good time. You guys said, is it easy for me?”

As for the weight of Slughorn in Hogwarts, if it is usually in peacetime, this little thing can still be passed by Professor McGonagall. However, in the current period, in order to maintain a good image of the school before the Alchemy Contest, it is difficult for Slughorn’s birthday party to pass.

In this regard, Marx is of course well-informed, but he did not tell the truth. After all, the alchemy tournament is still a secret matter that is not in the air. The people who know it are naturally clear, but there are still many people who don’t know.

As for the “friends” of Slughorn, the big mouth that can be multinational is still told him.

“Slughorn, I think you should still make more friends who really can make friends,” Marx leaned on his elbow, leaned on the bar, sucked the freshly squeezed juice with a straw, and casually advised, “If someone can be with you It’s a beautiful thing to take the initiative to hold a birthday party for you on your birthday.”

“Marx is right!” Hadrid on the other side carried a large iron hoop wooden cup and poured a few mouthfuls. Then I continued. “I also think… there are more friends, not as good as one.” Good to you, um… yes!”

“Hey,” Slughorn opened his mouth and laughed. “So, do you have a birthday for you every year? No? Hey… Hey, real friends are hard to find! Hard to find…”

“Aiya, isn’t it better to have a birthday party in a small shop every year? Just like Mr. Slughorn today…” Madam Rosmerta in the bar smiled charmingly. “As long as you remember to pay for the money, people can guarantee that you can accompany you every year.” Birthday.”

As she spoke, she picked up wand and went all the way around, and suddenly there were a lot of balloons and ribbons in the bar, flying freely in the air.

“Today is the birthday of Mr. Slughorn, everyone is coming to accompany him for a drink!”

Perhaps, every holiday of each and everyone or group of people, the atmosphere is not born. Only when people consciously create, the taste of the festival will become rich and fragrant.

Looking around the hustle and bustle, the drunkenness on his face gradually merged into the smiling Slughorn, and Marx couldn’t help but smile.

But at this moment, as the wooden door of the bar screamed, it seemed that there were any more guests coming. However, it is doubtful that this outdoor sun did not enter the bar while the door was opened. Everyone’s eyes still had only dim lights swaying.

Like other guests, Marx glanced back and glanced at it, but in the next moment he found out why the sun didn’t come in.

“I don’t think that I was accidentally pulled over to accompany me today, but I just happened to meet two acquaintances…”

As he thought about it, he picked up the cup with the juice and stood up, slowly swaying toward the door.

“The two really came to Hogwarts, welcome!” Marx smiled. “Why didn’t you inform me before I came here? I have to do some preparations in advance!”

When the people heard Marx’s voice, they walked a few steps inside, and the light outside the door finally had a chance to penetrate. Unfortunately, the next second door will automatically close, and the bar will only be lit up for a moment.

It turned out that the reason why the sun did not run in was simply because it was blocked by people!

“Ah! It’s you, McLorne–” When the other party saw Marx, he immediately took a few steps and grabbed Marx’s shoulder. “I can see you when I arrive. It’s a fate! You are there, What else to meet?”

“You really haven’t changed at all,” Marx rubbed his head under his arm and blinked at another guest in front of him. He said hello, “Oh, Miss Hornheim, how are you?”

“……Hello there.”

Hello to Marx, this little guest is obviously not so interested. She made a difficult nodded to Marx, but she quickly moved to another place and stopped looking at him.

Yes, this pair of rarators is exactly what Marx knows about the Hohenheim siblings in Beauxbatons, France. Fatty big brother Noah Hornheim, the enthusiasm for Marx is as good as ever; the younger sister Sarah Hornheim, who happens to be the same as the muggle woman who cares for Delphi, is not as willing as in France. Take care of Marx.

However, she is not interested in Marx, but Marx is very interested in her!

“Come on! Come with me, let me introduce you to the two professors of Hogwarts,” Marx drilled out from the fat of the big fatty and walked with them. “Today is just Professor Slughorn. Birthday… Oh, I think you probably know him too, his fame is not small!”

Under the leadership of Marx, the delightful fat Young Master and the little Sarah who is not so high, moved toward the bar and walked over.