Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…’Only that’s it?”

Outside the comrade’s common room, Marx repeated the faintly passed sentence behind him, as if he was chewing on the taste.

After a little while, he just seemed to confirm what it was, and the back door to the common room was slightly nodded.

Just the conversation, Professor Binns almost did not say anything. In the process of the old Bins constantly denying Marx’s words, even if his expression is flawless, Marx still feels something.

No, in fact, it is actually what the old Bins is suggesting about Marx.

Even after Marx walked out of the common room, the ghost professor finally said to himself, maybe he was trying to tell Marx one thing too –

“There were some things that happened in the past, but please don’t ask me because I am just a professor of A History of Magic.”

This sentence swept past Marx’s heart, although it was only his speculation, but he felt that way. Professor Binns wants to convey to Marx through a strong negative, perhaps that is what it means.

Even, Professor Binns is more likely to warn Marx, don’t try to pursue some of the mysteries of the past.

To be honest, Marx himself doesn’t want to pursue those old things. Now he is no longer the one who just came into contact with magic world!

It’s a pity that when he first discovered that he was already in the game, he was already late.

“Professor McGonagall.”

Putting the thoughts in my heart for a moment, Marx turned his head and waited for Minerva McGonagall laughed at the side of the gallery. He said hello.

“Well,” McGonagall said slightly. “Is there anything I need to help?”

Although she just came to see it after hearing the news, there is no doubt that Marx and the old Bins in the teacher’s common room conversation, she basically listened to it.

Eavesdropping is not the original intention of McGonagall, but with her wisdom, it is not a problem to find out what is in it.

“Oh, no…” Marx smiled. “I don’t think it will be for the time being – Professor McGonagall, you have to deal with the headmaster things, it’s busy enough. Some trouble, I will find a way. Just deal with it…”

Professor McGonagall stared at Marx’s eyes for a moment, and eventually reached out and patted the latter’s arm.

“Try not to pile up your troubles on your shoulders. Remember, there are still many people around you.” She was talking, and suddenly she showed a brisk smile. “Of course, this includes me.” – You have to know, I am probably very busy, and it is okay to take the handle for my students.”

“……Ok.”

Marx sincerely owed him to Professor McGonagall, and the two sides tacitly did not mention anything about the matter, but went straight to the auditorium.

……

At the same time, in the auditorium.

Gryffindor On the long table, Hermione, they were still sitting together in peacetime, chatting and talking about some topics while eating lunch.

Next to Hermione’s plate, a thick notebook was also opened in peacetime, dining, chatting, and reading.

Really, Marx can’t do this, which is one of the places where she is even better than Marx.

“…oh, I said, you know?” Ron suddenly whispered on the dinning table. “Malfoy, the guy seems to be going home again!”

“The thing that he is missing is that the whole school knows.”

Harry shrugged, then a spoonful of pudding was stuffed into his mouth. Hermione’s attitude across the table is even more simple. She is only snorted casually, and she is very straightforward to say that she is not interested in this matter.

“Hey!” Ron saw, and couldn’t help but say, “Can you give more reaction? Don’t you want to know, is there any hidden behind this? – I mean, about Marx?”

“Marx?” Hermione hearing this, suddenly raised his head. “He didn’t go to Malfoy’s house with Snape and visit Hang Family?”

“Yeah!” Harry followed with a puzzled voice. “Is there any other reason?”

“Oh! Got it!” Ron spread his hands and said, “You are just not interested in Malfoy. Or else, you will not realize that Professor McGonagall’s notice is just a blind man?”

“No,” Hermione retorted. “According to the Malfoy family, he does have a great chance of depression. Ron, do you think that if Malfoy’s things happened to you, would you be better?”

“Oh… this can’t be said,” Ron snorted and hesitated before he had to nodded. “Well, you really do make sense, but-“

“But what?” Hermione picked an eyebrow.

Ron saw that she seemed to have another trend of frying. She couldn’t help but lean back on her upper body and then reached out and patted Alexander sitting next to him.

“Man, I think you are still!” he said, pointing to the innocent Alexander. “Although you made a lot of sense, Hermione! But this time I am not guessing.” – This is what he told me.”

“You have to talk to me about the ‘disgusting Malfoy’, I just stopped paying attention!” Alexander repeatedly waved. “I also heard from Ens, there are only a few words in total.” Really!”

“What the hell is going on?” Harry said with curiosity. “Since it’s said that the leak has passed, it’s better to say it again!”

Due to Marx’s concern, Hermione quickly cast a focus on Alexandria.

“Ah… alright!” Alexander showed a distressed expression on his face, but continued to say, “Yes, you should know that Ens left school?”

“Enns Taun, is that Hufflepuff?” Hermione snarled. “For his sake, Hufflepuff house has been deducted a full ten 5 points! This is also a big deal for Professor McGonagall, who has always been strict. Score!”

“Well,” Alexander followed. “In fact, he seems to be chasing Malfoy—and he has encountered some dangers, and finally Professor McLorne rescued him! The professor himself stayed there. Deal with some unexpected situations…”

“Oh!” Hermione was in a complicated mood. “Marx is in a place we don’t know…”

“and then?”

For the words of Hermione, Harry actually felt the same, so he asked Hermione for further.

“And then…” Alexander blinked. “Enns came back for help… That’s it. Really, I said it at the beginning, I don’t know much! Enns doesn’t like it.”

“Really that?”

Hermione looked at Alexander and thought that the other party must have hidden something, but she couldn’t force a Little Junior of First Year for personal reasons.

“Yes…” Alexander paused, but hesitated and shook his head. “Okay! Actually, Ens also said something, he told me after I repeatedly asked him… But I am sorry! I promised Those who have passed him, can’t just tell others.”

“Hey, are we ‘others’?”

Ron immediately laughed at Hehe’s shoulders, but before waiting for Alexander to continue to plague, Hermione immediately glared at Ron.

“Don’t be like this!” She scolded harshly. “Alexander did not destroy his agreement with his friends. This is the right choice. We asked too much!”

After hearing it, Alexander couldn’t help but yell at Hermione and apologize: “I’m sorry, thank you!”

“Nothing,” Hermione thought. “In fact, just a few words from what you have just said, you can understand a lot of things—Malfoy may have encountered problems, and Marx who saved Ens is the same.”

“…I don’t know, two things will actually be the same thing.” Harry took over the words. After he pondered it, he couldn’t help but speculated. “You said, that thing. Will it be related to ‘that’?”

“Which?” Ron wondered. “The big stone that appeared in front of the castle that night?”

“Everyone can guess,” Harry shook his head. “I was saying ‘that’—Diary and Diadem!”

Because Alexander is right next to him, there are many other students around, so Harry can only remind him of it.

In fact, what he wants to say is Voldemort’s Horcrux.

“Oh, no-” Ron thought about it, and then he said, “I don’t think so… Harry, remember? We mentioned in front of Marx that we were looking for ‘that’ that night, Marx just skipped after listening to it, as if I didn’t care if we would look for it…”

But before he finished, Hermione’s gaze quickly turned around between him and Harry.

“‘Last that night’?” she asked, squinting. “Which night? You and Marx brought up the soul–I mean, I mentioned ‘that’? Why don’t I know this?”

Harry and Ron both bowed together, and the two secretly exchanged their eyes, and they both held their hands.

“Hermione, you calm down first!” Ron understood that he had just said something that shouldn’t have been said. “We just happened to meet Marx one night when we went to the kitchen in the evening… you know, Fred and George suggested us before graduation, saying, ‘Don’t leave regrets for your school career’…”

If Hermione knew that Marx was going to the library to comfort himself, Harry and Ron were listening at the door… Oh! In the back of Merlin’s head, Hermione will kill both of them!

“is it?”

Hermione still looked at them suspiciously, but soon she thought of something, and looked back at Ravenclaw’s long table.

In that familiar position, Luna was kneeling beside the plate, and her long golden hair was covered directly on a plate of peas and roast beef.

“…How is she sleeping again?”