Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…It can magnify and control the specific desires of the creatures. It is observed that the fundamental manifestations of the affected are ‘self-affirmation’, ‘satisfaction of others’, ‘chasing power and power’…”

Still in Marx’s own office, he wrote quill at the desk, and every word seemed to be written without thinking.

This is because the things he wants to write down have actually been back and forth in his head several times.

But this time, when writing “Chasing Power and Power,” he held Quill’s hand and suddenly stopped, his face flashed a hesitation.

“No, no.”

After pondering it, he slammed his hand and licked it over the sentence. The original handwriting immediately disappeared as if it had been absorbed by the paper.

“Chasing is just a process, not a cause or a result… So what does Draco do after getting enough power…experts? Everything is empty? Have fun?”

Thinking about it for a while, Marx threw the quill back into the ink bottle and flipped the book in front of him a few pages. There, a word is written in a larger font – the monument of confusion.

In fact, over the past few years, he has been interrupting the study of magic, no matter what he is doing. To say that research is his most concerned, it must be something in this book.

“The Book of Sin” – since the beginning of the “self of the future”, the “original” he has rarely read. Those stories are too real and too heavy, making it hard to raise the desire to repeat them.

But now this note on the table is spread out, but he still names it “the book of sin”, even a word has not changed.

This is undoubtedly that he reminds himself at all times that there are things that he must always keep in mind.

As for the second edition of The Book of Sin, it records the unfinished research and records in the “original edition”, that is, the “sin roots” that are full of the possibility of disaster.

The text that he is writing is a small part of the study of the “beacon of temptation.”

“hu ——”

After Marx licked himself, he still put the book back together and then stuffed it into his waist pocket.

Then, his backhand yanked the curtains behind him, and the afternoon sun outside the window immediately covered the entire office. The room that seemed to be quite dim just now turned up.

Slightly lazily leaning against the back of the chair, Marx stared at the tiny dust particles in the light, and let go of the brain and silently felt the hard-won silence, which stretched out.

“It’s still early for dinner! Or else, go to Hogsmeade to distract yourself?” He bathed in the gentle sunshine on his back, and the right hand gently rubbed some of the swelled temples, and said to himself, “Although some things must be decided as soon as possible, there will be more room for maneuvering. If you are too anxious, it will affect efficiency…”

There are many things in this world that cannot be shared with others. At Marx, there is obviously no way for others to say something more than the ordinary person.

If he doesn’t know how to adjust himself, he is afraid that he has been completely overwhelmed by the many bad things.

After thinking about it, Marx put away the legs that were just under the desk when he stretched out and held the table and stood up.

The dust that floated in the air suddenly collided with the airflow from which he got up, and some of them followed the left Marx and were hidden in the shadow of the data pile.

“Oh, yes,” Marx said as he pushed the office door open. “At this time, you should find someone who thinks about the problem and go straight to have a drink…”

As he said, he walked out and the threshold behind him automatically closed.

“…I hope he has no class next.”

“peng!”

With a light sound, the door closed.

……

Due to the influence of terrain and air currents, Britain is always troubled by the rain that stops at the time. But the altitude and location of the Hogwarts castle is determined, and the weather here is usually not bad.

The same is true today, the wind on the lawn of the vestibule is gentle, and the blades of grass are swaying with the breeze. If you think of the Alchemy Contest that has just been dismantled not long ago, this sense of openness is even more fascinating.

Marx remembers that Dumbledore also liked to take a walk on the grass in front of the castle, as a little relaxation for his busy sneak.

However, when he thought that he would only leave this land for the last moment in his life, it would make him a little happy.

Marx walked out from the foyer of the castle and walked slowly.

The first thing he thought of was naturally Hagrid. If someone invites him to sit at Three Broomsticks Inn, he must be very happy to be with him.

It was a pity that when Marx ran to the hunting house and knocked on the door, he was only able to respond to the hounds of the hounds that were kept in the house.

No way, since he can go to the school gate a little bit ahead, he will not be stupid enough to go back.

In a blink of an eye, Marx, who walked slowly out of the school, disappeared silently, and when he showed up his body with a space expansion, he came to the alley on the side of Hog’s Head.

If no one is accompanying, he is actually more willing to come here for a while, because there is his favorite “Hog’s Head for Butterbeer”.

“When you are -“

The bell hanging behind the door rang and the voice was still stuffy, which sounded somewhat disappointing. It seems to be a virtue with the owner here – no matter what guests are visiting here, he will not welcome it.

“Boss,” Marx laughed at the bar. “You know, it looks like it.”

“sit down!”

In the bar, Aberforth’s beard on the chest shook slightly, and the tone was as indifferent as ever. Instead, the movements on his hands were very slick, and in a short while he pulled a dirty bottle from under the bar and then opened it.

“give.”

Butterbeer’s bottle, along with a tie cup, squats on the table. Because of the excessive force, even some foam was spilled, but it was wiped off by Aberforth immediately.

Yes, even Marx, who is already in a state of friendship, can only give him a “open bottle service” that’s all. Want to drink? Then go down yourself!

Marx certainly doesn’t mind much. He has long known Dumbledore’s younger brother’s temper.

He picked the finger and let the bottle float up. He poured the yellow wine into the cup and looked around the store as usual.

Since Charlotte started working here from time to time, the bar that is full of dirt has obviously changed a lot of details.

For example, some small ornaments at the top of the bar, such as more detailed and clear price lists, there are traces of improvement everywhere.

Of course, the tone here is still the same – the windows are still so dirty, the accumulated dust makes it difficult for the outside light to come in, making the bar look so boring day and night.

“pu -“

The guests in the bar are still not much, just sweeping around in a random way, Marx will be surrounded by the mind. He then turned his head again, reaching out to touch the cup wall.

A tiny invisible Mars was swirling around the cup, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Ah, yes–” He suddenly seemed to be ringing, looked up at Aberforth. “Dobby is still here with you? Um… I mean the house elf before?”

“He has long since left.” Aberforth frowned. “Is there anything to find him?”

“Oh, no!” Marx shook his head. “Just today and his old master met, I suddenly remembered him…”

“Is it?” Aberforth glanced at Marx. “If you want to find him, you can go to Germany to try one’s luck.”

Marx knows this, probably Aberforth told the elf about his mistress. It was only after that that Lucius went to get Narcissa back – the little guy must have worked hard.

“I said, just ask…” Marx shrugged, somehow turned and said, “After Charlotte came, you have a lot of business here?”

For Marx, this chat mode is nothing to say, Aberforth is not very cold. He then frowned again, looking at Marx from the left and right, his eyes were somewhat impatient.

Seeing Aberforth not responding, Marx looked down again, as if looking for something.

“Hey, the sheep I sent you -“

“It’s enough!”

Aberforth slammed the bar, and the few customers in the store looked back, but he was shrunk back by him.

“Boy, what are you doing today? If you want to find someone to talk about, go to Three Broomsticks Inn and look for Rosmerta. Don’t come to me and mutter, nothing to look for -“

When Marx saw it, he shook his head with some helplessness, then picked up the goblet and drank a few mouthfuls.

“I don’t have to find anything,” he put down the cup and chuckled. “I just want to find someone who doesn’t care about anything.” Just like you, the big things are in your heart, probably not Call something?”

Aberforth stared at Marx with a smile, and after a while he was helplessly sighed.

“What happened to your kid?” He was a little confused. “What troubles have you encountered? If you have trouble, you have solved a lot, and you have not seen you as greasy as you are now?”

Marx thought about it, put a smile on it, and followed sighed.

“Maybe… is it annoying?”