Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After the separate house ceremony, the sumptuous welcome dinner began.

Because of the new student, the long tables of each house seem to be more lively than usual, and even the Slytherins who are often faked are no exception.

And since the ceremony has all gone through the process, the wizards of the International Wizard Federation, which come from afar, naturally don’t have to wait in the side hall. Marx brought those people in, and did not ask the students to ask them to sit down at the newly added round table.

Needless to say, these wizards are of course to come to the alchemy event for another discussion. According to the original plan, after a while, the World-class competition will be held in Hogwarts. As long as the preparations are sufficient, it will definitely be an unprecedented alchemy feast.

However, the event may be exciting, but most of the pre-match preparations are boring. Instead of going to their desk to listen to some boring social rhetoric, it would be better to focus on the young wizards.

In fact, the middle section of the Slytherin dinning table is just in the midst of a secret drama.

At the beginning of this school, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key manner! It was only because he had a lot less classes, and even the OWLs test failed to participate. By the end of the school year, he could only stay in Fifth Year for a year.

As for the so-called “dark love”, of course, it is Miss Pansy Parkinson who often leans around Malfoy.

“Oh… Draco, I know you must be very lost. But it doesn’t matter, everyone understands that with your ingenuity, it’s okay to go directly to Sixth Year…” Pansy sat carefully on Malfoy’s right hand, even on the table. The delicious food is not a glance, just trying to try to comfort each other. “I mean, Draco! In my… we are always the best in our time… um, the best!”

Her words were obviously too much off-center, so that when she was talking about herself, she glanced guiltily in the direction of Marx.

Malfoy didn’t feel much about her, and she didn’t listen at all. He just ate the food in the plate in one bite, and said nothing, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It’s worth mentioning that now his two stupid big men, Crabbe and Goyle, are no longer behind his ass. Because even with the IQ of the two idiots, I understand the importance of being a man with a tail.

After all, both of them have been following Voldemort’s loyal Death Eater. Nowadays, the stupid big men of the two older generations were all sent to Azkaban in the battle of the Order of the Phoenix raid Death Eater.

In the laughter of the welcome dinner, Malfoy silently finished eating the food in his plate, then put down the knife and fork and left the audit hall in advance.

The recent weather is quite good, the day is windy and the night is breezy, but Malfoy walks in the gallery, but it is like a winter. In his heart, there are infinite shackles and sorrows, and every 1 point is constantly afflicting him every second.

Yes, eventually Snape went to check him out and gave him a potion to suppress the dream of sleeping. The potion is expensive, and it must be taken regularly every day, but the effect is really good, at least after that, he has never had a nightmare.

It’s a pity that he didn’t realize until he was about to start school that he might not be able to hide.

Although the nightmare did not appear again, an emotion suddenly climbed into his heart. He can even feel it himself, that is a kind of desire that points directly to the heart—a desire for power, power, and respect for others.

More importantly, that kind of greed is increasing with the passage of time and has an impact on him step by step. However, he himself still has a clear understanding of this subtle change, but he has never been able to reject the strange power that grows in tandem with desire.

He knew that he was afraid that he could already use that kind of black energy, but he didn’t even dare to use it once. He is worried that once he has used it, he will never be himself.

Unconsciously, Malfoy suddenly discovered that he had come to the top of the tower of the Astronomical Tower. Here is the highest place in the Hogwarts castle, standing on the side of the railing, the night sky at high altitude is surprisingly large, and his robe is screaming in a burst.

Looking around, the shadows in the distance are all the mountains that are swallowed up in the night. Looking up, the whole piece of the stars sparkled with a different brilliance, as if reaching for the hand.

This is a beautiful scene, but in the eyes of Malfoy at the moment, it seems so irritating.

“hiss……”

He bit his teeth deep took a deep breath, then a fist on the stone railing. The pain in his hand made him somewhat distracted, but only enough for his tired heart to slow down that’s all.

“Power… ridiculous power…” Malfoy leaned over the railing with his elbows and whispered his head down. “Even if I can have this power, can I beat McLorne? It’s better than Voldemort-“

That is to say, is it not himself that can be imagined from beginning to end? Otherwise, look for Marx to make a low explanation and use the Marx’s ability to show that this trouble has long since left him.

“peng!”

He slammed at the railing again, accompanied by a roar that was deliberately depressed, and the unsatisfactory in the low voice was obvious.

……

“… well, here is our common room for Hufflepuff, you can do homework, read books, chat, snacks, wizard war chess, etc… no matter what you want to do, you can’t be wrong here. Yes, I still remember that our professor McLorne was the wizard war chess created here – hey, on the table by the window!”

At the end of the dinner, Prefect led the new students in their respective houses back to the common room and introduced them to how they should come in and out. Right now, Enns, who was assigned to the Hufflepuff house, is looking around the round room, and there is a piece of Secret from the ear.

In Hufflepuff, the most worthwhile nature for new students is the glorious history of Marx. Imagine, what would be more topical than a former student, now a World-class celebrity?

“Oh… are you talking about that extra young gentleman? Is he really our professor?” When she heard Senior picking up Marx, a little girl immediately asked.

“Yes, that’s right!”

The Senior is actually Marx’s former roommate Ernie. Since he became Prefect last year, he has also gained a bit of leadership. The most proud of him now is Marx, of course, and it is full of pride when it comes to Junior Junior Sister.

“He teaches ancient runes to learn…” Ernest Hehe is authentic. “Do you know? Last year we took an important exam this time. We have been reviewing this for a long time, and the difficulty is still very big! But you guess What’s wrong? The guys who chose the magic literature actually all tested well, and most of them are excellent!”

Having said that, he also exaggeratedly squatted, and this whispered: “…know, in Marx… Oh no, oh my mouth! You know, I have a great relationship with him… I mean, before Professor McLorne was in charge of the magic literature, there were fewer people in this class… even if it was chosen, the number of passing people was never more than half!”

“Hey! This sounds amazing…” The little girl continued to nodded.

“He’s certainly amazing!” Ernest rushed to the ground. “Maybe many of you have heard of it, but I can tell you the truest side from the perspective of my personal experience – know the Dark Lord?”

“I know!” The children who came from the family of the wizard didn’t know this, not to mention the turmoil of the previous period. Even if they were young, they heard about it in the elders. “It’s Voldemort! Listen to me Uncle. No one ever dared to mention his name before!”

“No, not only that!” Ernie said in a mysterious way. “Dark Lord doesn’t just mean a person… Yes, there are so many people who know Voldemort, but people who don’t want to be older don’t remember, before Voldemort. With the first generation Dark Lord exists! I want to be that year…”

His phrase “want to be the year” is equivalent to opening a lecture for each and everyone. Not only did the information he found compiled into stories, but he also forcibly created some of the books that were not owned by Grindelwald. The “dark history” came out, but it made these little guys feel creepy.

At the end, he deliberately paused until he was stunned and everyone was willing to continue to speak.

“…you think about it, what happens if the two generations of Dark Lord come together?” Ernie said, slamming the table and scaring the new students. “Is that still used? That is death! It is destruction! It is the ruins and blood everywhere!”

“That’s really too terrifying…” When he said it, he swallowed a mouthful of water, which created a subtle tension. “But no one thought, when Marx alone protected the teachers and students back to the castle, He actually left the person alone!”

“and after?”

The voice of this inquiry was much calmer than the previous few new students, but the tone was improved a lot because of the desire to know – that was the end of Ens.

“Later?” Ernie grinned. “When the castle’s door was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found that Marx fell to the door, and even the face was pale, even the wizard’s gown was intact. And the two Powerful dark magic King, all of them have fallen in the snow without breathing!”