Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“How is Luna sleeping again?”

While this thought was flashing in Hermione’s heart, Marx, who was sitting in the teacher’s seat and stuffing French fries in his mouth, was equally curious.

Luna’s daily schedule is still very regular. Don’t look at her always looking like a god, but unexpectedly pay attention to life planning.

Just as Marx stayed at Lovegood’s house, Luna called him in the morning.

“As soon as I remembered that time, my nose was a little itchy…” Marx smiled and put down the fork, reaching out and rubbing his nose.

Just then, he tapped his head and secretly reminded himself:

“Well, be careful not to protect too much… don’t protect too much…”

After the night of the library, Marx changed a lot of people and many things… When Dumbledore treated him, he kept a certain distance as much as possible, which would greatly help people to grow. .

Now, if you do this, you will switch to Marx yourself.

The last piece of French fries in the plate was sent directly into the mouth, and Marx stood up and greeted the other professors and walked straight to the hall door.

Returning to the office is usually going to the side of the corridor, so he is not like going to the vestibule for a walk, but also planning to leave Hogwarts.

“Marx?”

Hermione suddenly stopped calling him as he passed the Gryffindor long table.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Marx stopped at the foot and looked over. “Today’s fish and chips are very muggle features, and the amount of salt is just right – but don’t eat too much, this stuff It’s easy to get fat, I think Madam Pomfrey probably won’t help you lose weight!”

“It’s nothing…” Hermione groaned. “I want to say… Marx, when are you free? I want to show you something.”

“Oh…” Marx thought. “It may not work today, or tomorrow… can you?”

“Of course,” Hermione suddenly said, “Of course, tomorrow at noon, we are—”

As she spoke, she pointed her finger up and pointed her finger.

“You are waiting for you in the ‘old place’.”

As soon as Marx heard it, she said that she had a room for responsiveness, because it was Marx who told her.

“Ok, no problem.”

After rushing to Hermione nodded, Marx talked with Harry a few more casually, and then glanced at Luna, who was still dozing, and turned and left.

“Hermione, are you going to give Marx the experiment this morning?” Looking at the slowly closed auditorium door, Harry asked subconsciously.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Ron couldn’t help but whisper. “Hermione, you don’t think you should wait for your research to be more mature…”

“Of course I didn’t plan to just show Marx the morning! Didn’t I say that? Even the First Step can’t be called…” Hermione squinted.

“Hey, is there anything more cool?” Harry immediately nodded. “That’s fine!”

“Yeah, of course there is ‘cooler’…” Hermione said, suddenly sighed down. “But, that also requires experimentation and adjustments again and again, and there is a chance of success.”

Having said that, she finally waved her hand: “Okay! Ron said it was good, it was not a good idea… I was too impulsive.”

Hermione wanted Marx’s approval, and both Harry and Ron knew about it. But because of this, they are both…

“Don’t worry! That morning is awesome, Marx will be happy for you!”

Like this kind of comfort, they can’t say it at all, because they are very clear – even if the facts may become like that, Hermione is not happy with it.

“Hermione, Harry,” after the three men were silent for a moment, Ron suddenly started talking. “In the afternoon… we skip class…”

……

When three young lions such as Hermione were discussing something that wasn’t too good, Marx had gone straight from the school gate to the door of Black’s old house.

Because he knows that at this time, someone has been waiting for him here.

“Oh, is this also eating here?”

Entering the old house through the entrance hall, I walked straight to the door of the reception room, but Marx found that there was no one inside. Generally speaking, at least Lupin didn’t leave here, so he guessed that everyone must go to the kitchen.

Sure enough, just pushing the door at the end of the corridor, Marx saw that there was a busy lunch. The children he had saved with Sarah were also here, and it seems that they are even more relaxed than before.

“Marx, are you here?”

As soon as Lupin saw his face, he immediately said hello to him, and Sirius, who was sitting near the door, reached out and touched Marx’s arm.

It is worth mentioning that after the children turned their heads, a mess of words all slammed into Marx. Marx, McLorne, big brother, sir… all of them are called, so that Marx can only stand in the place of music and laugh.

To be honest, he doesn’t really have to deal with small children – of course, like the little wolf female Lenny, it must be excluded.

However, these children have finally become cheerful, which is a good thing no matter what they think.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, would you like to sit down and have something to eat?” Only Lena was still the same. After discovering Marx, she immediately stood up from her seat. “I will prepare for you.”

“No, no need—” Marx said, “I have already eaten at school.”

“Then I will cook a cup of Gurdyroot Infusion…”

Lena looked calmly nodded, and as she turned to go to the teapot, Marx had to open her mouth again.

“When I come back, let’s drink! You sit down and eat well…” he said, and he quickly waved his hand to the wall. “Mundungus, don’t mix and drink there, come out.” !”

After all, Marx waved at everyone and let them continue to eat. And himself, he quickly turned back to the direction of the reception room.

Mundungus didn’t dare to neglect. After leaving the kitchen, he hurriedly followed.

“I want to ask what you know,” Marx didn’t sit down after arriving at the reception room. He stood at the door and asked, “Is there any situation?”

Mundungus just stood in front of Marx, and after listening to Marx, he quickly followed the nodded.

“The last time you said, don’t let us go with it–” he whispered. “So, the news after that is still getting from someone else’s hands… you don’t know how to be accurate.”

“Of course,” Marx said. “Just say, I’m going to verify it if I’m not accurate.”

“Okay,” Mundungus continued to sigh. “I listened to an Old Partner and said that after leaving the black market in London, the group seemed to be back to the southeast – it was yesterday.”

“Canterbury’s ‘School Street’? Where is the wizard gathering place…” Marx took a sentence, but then he pondered. “What did they do there? If nothing happened, the news should have not yet It’s coming to you so soon.”

“Oh, I think so…” Mundungus spread his hand, “But things are a bit strange – they hijacked a person at the door of a wizard family, the male wizard named Smith, who is the deputy director of the Hong Kong Post Office. ”

“Is it?” Marx raised his eyebrows and secretly confessed, “Getting a tube owl? Is it related to any letter?”

After much thinking about it, Marx looked forward to Mundungus.

“After this, is there any updated information?”

“Probably there is,” Mundungus said, but admitted frankly. “But most of the information is still on the road… maybe you will know more in the evening.”

“That won’t wait,” Marx looked up at the wall clock in the conference room. “Where is your ‘Old Partner’ there? Or is he also getting news from someone else?”

“hehe,” Mundungus hearing this, noisy laughter, “My Old Partner is like me, not too courageous – of course, if you want to touch the source of intelligence, you will find it soon.”

“Then let me take a trip with me!” Marx waved his hand and went to the hall. “When you find the group, you can come back first, and the rest will do it myself.”

“Hey, it’s great to be able to follow you!” Mundungus laughed and heheed up, while still saying, “At least there is no danger.”

……

A moment later, Canterbury City School Street.

“This is my Old Partner, what’s the problem, even if you ask him!”

In the depths of a stall that was smashed with burlap and bamboo rafts, Marx saw an old fogey that was more embarrassing than Mundungus.

When Marx noticed him, he was still screaming with other people, and it seemed that he couldn’t stop for a while.

So Marx simply played the gold Galleon in the past, letting him close his mouth and walk over.

“Hey, Dunge!” The old man played with the gold Galleon in his hand, while swaying the local language. “Although we have known for a long time, but since you brought people, this is a sale! Want to ask questions, a gold Galleon is not enough!”

“Get it!” Mundungus immediately pushed the old man. “What to say, that is, the most recent thing, I took our head to face the ‘delivery’.”

“Head?” When the old man heard it, he couldn’t help but look at Marx again. “Every time I hear you blow up the sky, this time I finally saw the real person… Go ahead! Come with me…”

A guy like him who has been doing intelligence trading for a lifetime is obviously curious about Marx’s identity. Unfortunately, Marx had already done a pretense before he came, and he didn’t see anything after all.