Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Marx is not a person who likes to play lyrics… Hey, at least not on the surface. If you have to say something, he is actually more inclined to be pragmatic, and he will be more efficient when he is acting.

When did he face Lucius this time when Malfoy Manor faced him, why did he take the initiative to pull on his family? Is it really just to give Lucius plenty of mental preparation time?

The facts tell us that Marx is still the Marx, and he still doesn’t have much sympathy for the suffering Malfoy father and son. The reason why he cares so much about Lucius is simply because he has made a decision.

“Mr. Malfoy, reminding you of the house elf – you will never enter this room without a command in the coming period.”

In an empty room on the top floor of the mansion, Marx was painting on the floor, apparently sketching a rather complicated rune map.

Marx is a strange use of ancient runes, even though Snape has only seen it a few times.

Right now, he is standing quietly on one side, and his eyes are not blinking at the gradual formation of the pattern on the floor. It seems that he wants to see what the doorway is.

Marx gave the students a textbook for class, and Snape also looked through it many times. Now that I look at the rune map of Marx’s hands-on architecture, he can only regret that this is basically two completely different levels.

“… In this formation, is it basically impossible to use a combination of ancient Nirvana?”

After a little while, Snape couldn’t help but ask. Marx immediately nodded when he heard it, but the speed of depicting the magic on his hand did not drop at all.

“Well, how do you say that…” he explained casually. “In simple terms, the meaning of ancient Nirvana is too vague. Simple combinations may not be a problem, but if the combination is too complicated, it will be difficult. ”

He said, but added a special sentence: “Of course, as the ‘final ancient runes’, it can play a very big role in guiding the students to get started. It can even be said that it is irreplaceable. ”

At the beginning, Marx himself started from Nirvana. Without it, Marx was afraid that he would not be able to understand how to learn more in-depth magic.

After waiting for him to squat on the ground for a while, a branch of the rune array was finally completed.

At the moment, it is just a pattern and lines painted on the floor with pen and ink, but when it is injected into magic power, it will bloom beautifully blue.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Marx stood up and yelled at Lucius, who was also on the outside. “Although I just told you about Draco’s condition just before I came over, I think you’d better. Listen carefully, including what you need to do later…”

“Remember, Draco is still the original Draco, your son,” he paused again. “He may show a character that is very different from the previous one. Maybe he will say a lot of messy words… maybe even ask for it.” Or a painful way to disturb your heart…”

“But as long as you try to wake up the other half of Draco’s heart, even if it’s just a moment! I will firmly seize the opportunity to get him back.”

At this point, Marx took the staff out and waved freely, and a small statue flew out of his waist pocket. I saw that the statue was getting bigger and bigger in midair, and when it fell to the center of the array, it had completely changed back to what it was after being petrified.

“Let’s have a good time recalling what I said to you before.” Marx reminded again.

After Draco petrified, there was no change in nature. The kind of resentment and horror at that time were still vivid on his face. And his expression, as it should be by rights, has had a small impact on Lucius.

“Draco…”

Seeing his son being petrified, especially when he saw the panic and fear on his son’s face, Lucius seemed to feel that his heart was tightened.

His father, who is a father, is not doted like mother Narcissa, and sometimes he teaches it sternly, but it does not mean that he does not love his child.

And because Marx also needs his true feelings, he has not spoken to suppress the other’s emotions. Because it can be seen that after a series of psychological preparations, Lucius has been able to restrain the inner heart.

“Ready?”

Marx took another potion bottle from his waist and asked at the end.

On the other hand, Lucius reorganized the following, and after standing opposite the son, he sank and nodded. At this moment, Draco is inside the rune array, and Lucius is outside of it. The distance between the two is like a gap that cannot be crossed.

No way, Marx said earlier – even a failure is not absolutely unacceptable, but if you walk into that formation, then everything will be closed.

After confirming Lucius nodded, Marx immediately waved the staff and let the potion bottle that had been pulled out of the oak plug smoothly to the top of the stone statue.

The pill bottle is tilted and the potion inside is poured out a little.

As the medicinal liquid slides down from the stone head, the petrified effect is constantly weakened until it is eliminated.

This process is actually not very long, and the effective time of Mandrake’s resurrection potion is still very short. In the feeling of Lucius, this is just a few months as long as a few tens of seconds.

Marx certainly didn’t completely dispel Draco’s petrified state, all he wanted was a normal conversation that’s all. Soon, when he noticed that Draco’s eyes began to tremble slightly, he immediately took the potion bottle back.

“…ah! You are lying to me! No…”

Draco’s thoughts were obviously still at the moment when Marx put him petrified. At that time, he mistakenly thought that Marx was going to kill him directly on the spot. But at the last moment, when he realized that his entire face was numb, he knew he was cheated.

And then, he completely lost consciousness.

Now that he was relieved of some of the petrified effects, he shouted involuntarily, but it was not long before he found himself in a new environment.

“…father.”

“Draco,” Lucius looked at his son’s face, his expression a bit complicated. “Draco…you…do you feel alright?”

As Marx said before, Draco is still that Draco. At this time, facing his own father, his face also showed a hint of hesitation, as if it was recalling something.

The son worships father, and this kind of mind ancient times is all over the place, and there is nothing unusual. And Draco is one of these people.

From a very young age, he felt that his father was cool, and seeing what people do is a look of pride and self-confidence. For a long time, he thought that father was the most powerful wizard in the world, and he wanted to imitate the every move of father.

But after that, he enrolled in Hogwarts, Voldemort was resurrected, and the Malfoy Family was in turmoil. The father he admired was more and more blurred in his mind.

Then one day, he suddenly realized that he seemed to grow up.

Before Draco’s mental condition had a problem, Marx’s judgment on him was roughly correct—Draco did with a lot of pressure from his parents’ family, and he almost couldn’t breathe.

There is a saying that Marx is wrong.

Draco was not crushed by the heavy reality. He was timid about himself and the future of the family, but he was still trying to straighten his waist.

Even when he was invaded by a nightmare and gradually found out that his state had problems, he did not give up, but made his last struggle.

If not, I am afraid that Marx will not have this chance to “save” Draco now.

When Lucius tentatively asked a word, Draco’s face changed slightly, but in a short while, his gaze once again revealed a strange edge.

Followed by, he simply stopped looking at his father’s face, but barely turned his head to look at the Marx who stood side by side with Snape.

“McLorne, we seem to… meet again.”

At the same time as Marx threw this sentence, Draco’s face showed a sardonic smile.

He is still alive, which proves that his observations and inferences about Marx seem to have not gone wrong. In other words, as long as he is still Draco Malfoy, Marx can’t really kill him.

Now, even his father Lucius has appeared in front of him. Doesn’t this prove that he is right?

“Yes! We met again.”

Marx expressionless was nodded and didn’t say much. His eyes also looked at Draco’s direction, not so much as he was watching Draco, but rather that he was looking at something else through Draco’s body.

Seeing Marx’s somewhat careless look, Draco slowly picked up his eyes and his eyes were sharp.

“I managed to lie to me. I didn’t have time to react and I would be petrified. Didn’t I guess that I could assimilate and devour the ‘that guy’?” His voice was low. “Why, do you think that there is a father in me?” Will cry and shout and ask for forgiveness?”

When it comes to this, Draco curl one’s lip, the disdain is getting stronger and stronger.

“hmph… OK,” he smirked. “Unlock petrified! I will do what you want… after all, this is my most respected waste father!”

“Draco, you-“

“Shut up! Dear father,” Draco jerked his head and said coldly. “Are you not terribly miserable? Are you not bad enough? If I were you, I will give it.” Come and make a curse on your own, save yourself from having to succumb to the ancestors’ portraits in this home every day!”