Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Now, Marx can no longer treat Sarah’s appearance as a reference. Even if there is nothing like a genius young girl, it is impossible to have such deep eyes, and it will not be calm after being cut off by an arm.

Don’t say anything else, she won’t feel pain?

Marx himself is a very high-end type of pain, and he can even forcibly resist Cruciatus Curse, which is maddening. Even if he is, it is impossible to still have nothing to do in that situation, even the brow does not wrinkle.

“So, are you really my friend?”

Although Marx’s sentence sounds full of suspicion, his actual thoughts are not.

Sarah was the one who took the initiative to find Hogwarts, and the whole process was filled with his personal persuasion from start to finish. If it is said that he accidentally found a problem for himself, it is possible, but it is said that Sarah managed to get it up, it is nonsense.

Therefore, Marx is a woman who is… or, “it looks like a little girl,” and is not as full of guesses as he has shown.

He asked this, just want to regain the dominance of the conversation that’s all.

“So, are you unwilling to help me?” Marx’s words did not cause Sarah to shake too much, at least not on the surface. “If that’s the case, then forget it.”

“No, I didn’t say it wouldn’t help,” Marx looked at the smelt on the floor and then waved his hand. “You don’t want to explain first, I don’t want to make a statement first. It’s better to take this first.” Things are aside. Um… Yes, before we reach a consensus, I want to talk about other topics first-“

He said, pointing his chin to the bald prophet who was set aside by him. The old man still kept his eyes closed and motionless, and there was no point to wake up.

“For example, can you explain to me what you have done before?” Marx curiously said, “Is it some use of alchemy? Or something else… I guess, the old gentleman seems to be able to make a short Predicting time…”

“That’s not ‘predictive’… is ‘forecast’.”

Regarding Marx’s proposal to change the subject, Sarah did not object. However, when she came up, she denied the Marx’s inference that she had actually dealt with, and also used another rather similar vocabulary to define the ability of the bald old man.

“Predict?” Marx raised an eyebrow. “How do you say that?”

“He’s an Alchemist,” Sarah said with great certainty. “I didn’t find it at first, but when he took off his hood, I was sure – you can look at his neck.”

Marx hearing this, suddenly a move, the lost old man immediately floated to his side.

At that time, he hadn’t noticed it in the face of confrontation. Now, just looking at it, he found that the other’s neck seemed to have a tattoo-like pattern. And when he pulled his collar apart, a few familiar symbols quickly caught his eye.

“This… is it a refining array?”

The part that emerged from the neck can be judged. The back of the old man, and even the body, is estimated to have been marked with large pieces of alchemy symbols and lines. As for the role, Marx is basically invisible.

“Not all… He should have at least two alchemy maps on his body,” Sarah whispered. “The first type is called ‘Astrological Circles’. It is a formation that predicts the future with the help of celestial stars. The map is not counted in the smelting.”

“…is it a constellation?” Marx nodded, thoughtfully. “I remember that you read a few Latin words about the constellation.”

“Alchemy’s basic formations are very easy to be disturbed. Although there are also arrays dedicated to anti-jamming, the effect is limited. After using the spirit to make a strong resonance to each other, the language can be greatly Interfere with each other and even temporarily tamper with the formation.”

Astrology is the existence of the since ancient times.

Even if the stars of the sky are far away from us, even the muggle knows that it is almost all one after another and more terrifying stars than the sun.

In the magic circle, whether it is alchemy or magic, they have tried to use their magnificent power that has reached Earth in countless years to use it in various forms – but it is extremely difficult.

Therefore, the only way to make a divination is to succeed in using the mysterious power of the stars to infer the past and the future through various calculations and perceptions.

When Marx heard the answer from Sarah’s mouth, he quickly agreed with the answer.

“Well…” Marx, who was thinking about the wonderful effects of the horoscope, suddenly remembered another point mentioned by Sarah. “You said there are at least two alchemy formations? What else? ?”

Marx’s question, somehow, made Sarah hesitate a little. That hesitation is very inconspicuous. If you don’t pay attention, it’s hard to see it, but Marx still notices the erratic moment in Sarah’s eyes.

“It is the manipulation matrix of alchemists. In alchemy, it belongs to the intersection of material refining and spiritual refining.”

“……is it?”

Marx thought of the strange black robes in the first place, but he also checked that the souls of those believers are different from ordinary people, but the body is no different.

Of course, his specific understanding of the “Alchemy Puppet” is quite small, but it is impossible to make a final conclusion.

However, Marx is now less concerned about those black robes.

“Alchemist…” He looked at Sara’s unremarkable face and asked, intentionally or unintentionally, “Can you talk to me? How can it be counted as an ‘alchemist’?”

Nowadays, if you talk to other wizards about alchemy, most people will only think of Nicholas Flamel and his Philosopher’s Stone. Gold smelting and immortality drugs have almost become the supreme representative of alchemy.

It is undeniable that it is indeed the alchemy’s Peak, even in ancient times. No one can deny Nicholas Flamel, the genius Alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years. In alchemy, his achievements can be said to be shake the old and illuminate the new.

However, that is only the apex of the general direction of material refinement in alchemy that’s all.

“The production of the alchemist is a material smelt, and in the end it involves manipulation, and it is with the spirit.” Sarah whispered, “As for the definition of the alchemist… This is nothing to define, everything A movable object that can be manipulated remotely by Alchemist can be considered an alchemist.”

“Even if it’s a piece of iron?”

Marx just gave a joke to give an example, but Sarah is seriously nodded.

“As long as the Alchemist who made it comes to think it is, it is.”

For Sarah’s candid answer, Marx’s heart can’t help but feel a bit complicated. He did generate a conjecture based on this, but it is difficult to directly say this conjecture.

But at the time of Marx’s hesitation, Sarah took the initiative to speak—

“Professor McLorne, please don’t look at me with this kind of look,” she snorted. “Your eyes are too rude to a woman… and, I am not an alchemist.”

This time, Marx didn’t pick up Sarah’s words. He did not affirm the other’s words, nor tried to deny it, let alone pay attention to this topic.

Regarding the existence of Sarah, this is undoubtedly the most likely inference he has received so far. He can’t just leave it alone in one sentence.

Just, even if he doesn’t want to give up this guess, what about it?

Sarah and Marx quietly looked at each other. The former did not try to use her spirits in front of Marx, and the latter did not touch Sarah’s thoughts with Legilimens or soul rules.

Perhaps, at this moment, the two people’s state of mind is unexpectedly similar – they are not willing to compromise easily, but they do not want to use some means to force the other party to retreat.

“I didn’t want to stop my mouth with the help of the children at the beginning? How can I not mention it now?” Marx thought so secretly.

In the room of the responsive room, there was a period of silence that was not short.

To be honest, Sarah’s current silence is to make Marx somewhat helpless. If she still maintains her initial attitude, Marx will not be as depressed as it is now.

“Okay, I am losing this time.”

After such a period of time, Marx finally had to choose to give up temporarily.

Because Sarah has her own right to insist that there is no threat, Marx has no reason to force her to tell her secrets.

“You don’t want to say it, don’t say it! In short, I have to thank you for today’s business. I believe that those children will also express their most sincere gratitude to you.” He shrugged. “Well, I owe you once, I will.” Discretion ‘reward.’

He said the word “discretion” was very heavy, and obviously refused to give any promises casually, because human feelings were never an easy thing to return.

“You go ahead! Yes, I suggest you go to the school hospital for two days -” Marx laughed. “If you don’t want to continue to expose any problems.”

When I heard Marx say so, Sarah couldn’t help but sighed. She didn’t say anything, just a little nodded, then turned and walked to the door of the responsive room.

But when she took a few steps and didn’t even touch the door, her footsteps stopped.

“Professor McLorne, since you want to know…”

Sarah is facing Marx and is slightly paused.

“Please don’t let me regret this decision made today…”