Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For a school, the most fundamental nature is the source of life. Each magic school has its own means of searching for new students. Just as Hogwarts relies on it, it is the Book of Access from the ancient inheritance and the accompanying pen.

However, by sending a notice of enrollment to those children who have been selected, it may not be possible to recruit them smoothly. Take Harry’s time, if there is no Hagrid, he is afraid that it is impossible to step into the magic circle in this life, let alone enter Hogwarts.

In the muggle-born wizard, more and more modern magic circles, how to properly guide the future students who can’t go to Hogwarts on their own, into the magic circle, has become an important topic. In fact, as part of the “muggle study” course, one of the elective subjects is a specific inquiry course in this area.

At Hogwarts, at least one or more professors each year take on this responsibility to make some observations and contacts with magic power wakers outside of the magic circle. This is not just to ensure that those children can come to Hogwarts Castle to experience the charm of magic, but more is for their own safety.

You know, once those children with wizard potential are mentally suppressed in the muggle world, it is possible to gradually turn into Obscurus!

This year, Professor McGonagall handed this seemingly inconspicuous, but in fact the most important task to Marx, to guide the children who were isolated from the magic gate.

“Oh–“

As the sound of the broken wooden door slid across the ear, Marx walked into the small tower on the second floor of the Hogwarts Castle.

The door of the tower is next to several garbage compartments, and the doors are all magical. If you don’t unlock it, no matter which door you open, what you see is It will only be an ordinary utility room.

Marx knocked on the door rhythmically, and then reached out and unscrewed the doorknob.

As soon as he entered, he found that the bottom of the tower was also crowded with all sorts of debris, and there was no difference between the pieces of debris next door. When he first arrived, his vision was dim because there was no light source inside.

Behind the doorway, the light came in from his side, and the slanted beam of light formed a sharp contrast with the darkness of the room. Among the light beams projected into it, the swirling dust particles are clearly distinguishable, and people can’t help but feel that even the passage of time is slowing down a lot.

When he circumvented one of the old desks, mops, shackles, broken wooden cabinets and almost piled up hills, and then smashed inside, he finally found another broken wooden door.

What is inconsistent with the appearance of the small wooden door is that Marx can be vaguely sensed, and it is obviously attached to the extremely complicated prohibition magic. If someone who does not have the method of opening it, even if it is cracked outside, it is difficult to enter the upper level of this small tower.

Marx curiously looked around for a while, and then he extended his palm forward and silently cast a spell dedicated to opening the threshold. And as he cast his curse, the wooden door opened without a surprise, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind it.

The wooden doors are old, and so are the stone staircases. Marx climbed up step by step, and his feet were full of loose feelings, which made people fear that if they stepped on their feet, they would collapse directly.

Each of these steps is taller than the other stairs in the castle, making the spiral staircase that leads to the top look rather steep. Fortunately, the tower is not tall overall. Although it is a little bit hard to climb, it is not long before Marx finds that he can see the trapdoor on the top of his head.

“click – bang!”

Probably because house elf is not allowed to enter here, there are no hard-working little guys to clean the Pack, and the dust is especially high here. At the moment when the trapdoor was pushed open, there was a lot of dust rising from the eyes of Marx.

He quickly narrowed his eyes and pouted, using a descaling spell to clean up the dust, and then he straightened up and walked up.

As soon as he set foot on the circular room at the top of the small tower, Marx glanced at the central half-man high stone platform. The surface of the stone platform itself and the bricks on the ground are engraved with old and ancient symbols, without any brilliance, or even half-magic power fluctuations.

Even so, Marx still clearly understands that this stone platform and a book resting on the table are all effective at all times.

He is a wizard who is skilled in ancient runes. He is so embarrassed about the ancient magic traces. But since I have already learned this place from Professor McGonagall’s mouth, I can certainly do research at any time in the future, but I don’t have to rush at this moment.

After paying attention to a few eyes, Marx took out his notebook and recorded the names and location information on the new page in the Book of Access. Just like this, this mysterious magic book is exactly the same as an ordinary book, and even flipped it up like a book without magic.

“Sara Hornheim? Hey, it’s already a name on it, and I don’t know if this genius young girl will eventually choose Hogwarts…” Marx wrote on the notebook hanging in front of him. Darkly pondering, “Oh? Ens Taun… Isn’t this the male child of the little Delphi neighbor’s house? Go back and take a look…”

After more than ten minutes, Marx, who had completed the list record, looked at it carefully again, which was nodded.

“There is not much to run. I should be able to cope with it alone. I don’t need to bother other professors.” After the inspection, he closed the notebook and took it back with his pen.

At the moment when he was about to turn away, a very tiny magic power flow came from a distance, almost instantaneously.

He was very sensitive to the fluctuations in magic power, and then turned and looked over.

At the moment he turned back, the “accepted pen” that had been silently inserted in the ink bottle had already floated over the book of the Book of Admission, and the tip of the pen was about to fall on the page. In the next second, the book of the Admission of the Black Dragon leather cover slid to the side, and the “pa” was automatically closed.

Judging from the statement of Professor McGonagall before coming here, there is no doubt that there has been a magic power runaway that has been “accepted” and has not yet been recognized by the “Book of Access”.

The magic power of the young wizard is divided into many different types.

According to their own magic innate talent, the higher the magic power activity, the higher the intensity of the child’s runaway, and the more determined the spirit of the child’s runaway style, the more ingenious.

In addition, there are of course some special cases, such as Marx’s magic power runaway, which creates a perfect control between the unconscious; for example, like Voldemort in his childhood, he can freely manipulate magic power to a certain extent. In order to achieve self willpower.

As with these special cases, you can get the approval of the Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance, and write their names on the pages of the book at the first time. If this is not the case, then it may be necessary to follow up through the cautious “Book of Access” in order to be named after repeated investigations.

Since the name was not immediately recorded in the list of pages, Marx thought about it and then turned and left. Because he knows that the observation time of the Book of Admission can be long or short. If he chooses to stay waiting, who knows when can he have a result? It would be better to check back later.

“I hope you can be selected too!” Marx glanced at the stone platform before closing the trapdoor, saying so.

……

Today’s weather is actually not very good. There is still some sunshine in the morning, but it will become gloomy in the afternoon. But Britain is like this, the gray sky is the normal state, and it is a bit strange to adapt to it.

Marx had already been to a family before lunch. At present, his task is to go a little bit. If he really needs him to contact, he still has to be in the period before the school starts.

At this moment, he was sitting in the tram and swaying at the streetscape outside, and his nose and mouth were full of long-lost urban atmosphere. Occasionally, he can also hear that there are one or two trendy and unique musicians on the street, bringing a little lightness to the slightly dull streets.

“I’m afraid it’s going to rain,” Marx said, tilting his head and looking up at the sky. “Although there’s nothing wrong with looking at the rain in the city, can it be too wet to work? I want to take advantage of the holidays. In the first few days, take a leisurely stroll around here!”

The “here” in his mouth refers to the nature of muggle world.

In fact, for Marx, the magic circle is actually the “other side” of the World. No matter how long he lives there, it is difficult for him to completely treat himself as a wizard. Maybe it doesn’t feel much when the magic circle is busy, but once you get back to this muggle world, this kind of intimacy will suddenly become strong.

“ka-cha -“

He was thinking freely, the tram suddenly stopped. At the same time as the door opened, he also stunned back up, with many people rushing out of the car.

But after a few steps, Marx felt a little coolness over his head. When he looked up and looked up into the sky, the gray airborne raindrops hang like silk, and they seemed to be divided into pieces.

This rain, after all, has come down.