Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…hey, Slughorn, what the old man thinks, I don’t understand at all! The reward for the curriculum, isn’t it obvious that you are yours? Hermione?”

At noon one day after school, in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was holding the book and complaining lazily while watching. And just around the table where he is, Harry and Hermione are doing their own things.

“There is no real time at the last moment, no one knows what the outcome is. If you work harder, maybe the prize will be yours…” Hermione wrote something in the sand on the parchment, and did not lift the head.

In fact, Ron doesn’t really care about rewards, because he is at least very clear about his ability. Students who are mixed into the NEWTspotion class with such “good” results, they are already very lucky to be able to study in class. At the moment, he is not so much complaining, but rather it is better to say nothing.

“Speaking of it, the prize is not won by you…” Ron turned the book in his hand over the page and said casually. “But really, I really can’t understand the bald old man. What do you think… What do you say? ‘The gift to the lady can’t be too shabby’… The prize is not a potion? Is there anything that is so shabby?”

“Maybe you want to wrap it?” Harry put the notebook on the table together and stretched it out. “I remember when Uncle Vernon sent some small gifts to Aunt Margie, it seems to have said something similar?”

“In short, I have no interest at all,” Hermione stopped her pen and shook her feathers as a pen. “Isn’t Professor Slughorn mentioned in class? Is there any other side effect besides not being overdosed? … Since that is what Marx said, even if there is no basis, I still think it is best not to touch!”

“But after Slughorn said it, I feel like it’s quite right–” Harry thought to himself. “The luck is no way to actually measure it. The side effects of the Fuling agent don’t exist, and no one can say it.”

“That night, I will not go to the dessert tasting event organized by Professor Slughorn. You will find a reason for me!” Hermione turned his head and glanced at him. “The prize is also for you, don’t use it yourself.” – Anyway, I don’t need it, I don’t want to use it.”

“No, no, Hermione…” Harry helpless. “I think you should take it this time! You didn’t go after the test last semester… It’s not appropriate to find excuses twice?”

“I–” Hermione opened her mouth and bowed down to the parchment, which was reluctant to say, “Well… I think about it, let’s talk after dinner!”

……

When it comes to the small event held by Slughorn, it is natural that Marx will not be missed. Yes, he also received the invitation of the old man as he used to, but he was not there when he was there, but it is still unknown.

At the moment, in the responsive room, the “werewolf statues” that were originally placed in the disorder have been unified to the position of the wall, and on the surface of the floor where they were originally, there is a path of secluded blue. Guanghua.

Here is where Marx studies the rune array and the single rule rune.

The room is still dim, this is to eliminate other unwanted line of sight interference, purely observing the array is so arranged. At the moment, Marx is in this big picture, and his eyes are not blinking for a moment, staring at the small rule rune floating in the center.

Around the rotating floating rune, the ice crystal crumbs fluttered and scattered, then slowly disappeared and disappeared, and every time there was a clear beauty.

It was so careful and not to miss any momentary gaze that lasted for a few hours, and Marx stood up and twisted his neck a little. He is using his own eyes and the ability to sense magic power to observe both the rule itself and its rune form.

Why does the rule rune actually appear in this stroke? What is the special connection between this and the meaning of the rules? If you can understand the connection between the two, his understanding of the cooling rune will probably go further.

In this way, you may be able to understand another rule rune that is contrary to it. And even if not, this understanding of other rules rune is certainly very helpful, isn’t it?

In fact, he has spent a lot of time on this.

After a short break, Marx leaned over again and slammed down to the center of the map to cool the rune and continued to study.

In fact, he deliberately picked up this afternoon without a magical class day, and planned to ponder it. Even if the time is no longer sufficient, for the study of the rule rune, it is like climbing the peak of the peak, and can you calculate it by common sense?

In this quietness, time seems to be slow, and it seems to flow quickly, bit by bit, silently dissipating between the fingers. When the light on the table deep in the room suddenly sounded “a”, Marx straightened up and slammed his face.

“… Should you eat? Um… I think it’s so hungry?”

He said, suddenly waved his hand, the rule rune disappeared without a trace, and the secluded blue streamers on the floor disappeared without wind. As he walked straight to the door, the “werewolf statues” that were placed against the wall also floated up, and each fell to its original position, obscuring the rune image of the ground.

“Kart – Hey!”

The threshold of the responsive house was closed and it quickly disappeared into the wall behind Marx.

“This kind of research is really time-consuming and laborious… Ah!” As he walked along, he seemed to think of something and stunned his head. “It seems like Slughorn’s dessert will come tonight? Um… after dinner The research is temporarily postponed! The old man’s network is still very useful…”

In the absence of an urgent crisis, Marx is no longer as rushed as it used to be. The road of magic is long and long, but life is limited. Under the premise of not being able to do it all at once, it is also very important to know how to enjoy life from time to time.

As soon as the meal arrives, the auditorium of Hogwarts will become as lively as usual. Looking at the scene where the teachers and students are gathered together and happy, everyone will feel a warmth in their hearts.

“… After watching this period of school, I found that this year’s NEWTs class is obviously higher than the past, especially for a few of them…”

When Marx sat on the faculty, he heard a small professor, Professor Flitwick, talking to Professor McGonagall about his views on the young wizards. And when a few familiar names appeared from the other side, he also smiled.

Hermione and the others are of course one of Flitwick’s special names, and Marx knows that the words he spoke in the ward were just right.

The near conclusion of “Voldemort will be resurrected” can bring a sense of crisis to everyone present at the time; and a suitable period of resurrection will allow everyone to properly translate that sense of crisis into a driving force for progress. Between the current safe transition period, it is a good thing that they can steadily improve.

“Unfortunately, they can’t actually sense the magic power, or else the practice content of the magic class can be deepened a lot… It’s a pity…”

As he thought about it and enjoyed the food tonight, he felt that life was really beautiful.

“McLorne, I haven’t forgotten that little activity for a while? I really hope that you can have time to come. This time I asked Ambrosius to give me some new sweet varieties, but I didn’t have to sell them in the store!”

Slughorn, who was separated by several seats, suddenly poked his head and interrupted Marx’s thoughts. Marx doesn’t mind at all, just picking up nodded.

“Of course, I will pass…” He smiled. “Several professors, don’t you go together?”

“Oh, I actually invited them, but-“

“That’s not right,” Flitwick said with his sharp voice. “Slughorn has invited a lot of students. If all of us have gone, they will definitely be uncomfortable.”

“Oh!” Slughorn spread his hand. “In fact, I want to say that the professor should be in a good relationship with the students, so it will be of great help to the class!”

“That’s not necessarily,” Snape said with a sneak peek at the old man. “I admit, you can get the effect in this way, but that doesn’t mean everyone can use it. See me, Those students are usually too slack, and they have only learned a little something for the whole seven years.”

Marx hearing this can’t help but laughed out – it’s clear that even the Snape is hard to negate the ability of Slughorn. But his philosophy with the old man is completely different, so it is inevitable that it will be unconvincing.

“Right,” Marx thought for a moment. Suddenly asked. “I know the situation in the upper grades. Can you get this new student this year? You know, my course is an elective subject. I don’t know much about them. What can the professors talk about casually?”

In this sentence, all the major professors have a little recollection, obviously in the heart of the new students are horizontally compared.

“There are three students who are not bad,” said Professor McGonagall. “First Year is still in contact and adaptation. This stage is the easiest to show the difference in innate talent. Sarah Hornheim of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff Si Taung, and Alexander Wolf of Gryffindor – these children are worth looking forward to.”

Having said that, McGonagall paused, and finally added: “Of course, innate talent is not equal to everything. Every student deserves to let us work hard to guide them on the right path.”