Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…It turned out to be like this?”

While Luna and Hermione and the others are about to play a “necessary encounter” at the literati quill store, Marx is sitting next to the office’s fireplace and having a complementary conversation with Ens.

At this moment, a pretty familiar blue cane is turning in Marx’s hand, and some hidden and powerful magic power fluctuations make Marx secretly amazed.

Just now, through the story of Ens, Marx has already learned about it. Salazar Slytherin has indeed left a so-called “backhand”.

According to the actual situation of Ens, the Basilisk cultivated by Salazar is obviously a key to solving Herpo.

And to say that the other key to solving Herpo is naturally the snake stick that Marx is holding in his hand.

“With Basilisk venom’s immediate effect on the soul, and by the secret connection between the soul fragments and beyond the space, a special toxin that specifically restrains Horcrux can be formed…”

“Well, it’s a bit like a plague on a soul level?”

It is conceivable that Saliza Slytherin has come up with a near-perfect solution when Basilisk’s growth takes a lot of time, but there is no way to implement it by himself.

After all, he didn’t have to make Horcrux to seek longevity, and he never thought about doing it.

However, when I thought of it, I could say that it was a foolproof means, but in the end it was the change that the enemy could not bring. Who can expect that the Basilisk that Salazar specially cultivated was actually split into parts by someone in the Chamber of Secrets?

“Oh, is the result actually my fault?”

Thinking of this, Marx couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Basilisk is already dead… venom. Although it was collected at the time, it can lose the toxin of the magic power activity, and it is just a pot of more powerful biotoxin that’s all. The only thing left is to save it in this snake stick. Is the soul in the spell spreading magic?”

After a while, Marx looked up and looked forward to Enns sitting in the opposite cup holding the cup.

“Remember, what was Salazar calling you to follow the curse of the chanting?”

Ens hearing this, suddenly shaking his head.

“Oh, I was running away, and I didn’t even have time to listen to it…” He said as he thought, and finally he was sorry. “Well, except for the laughter of the old man of Salazar, I basically can’t remember.” Too many things.”

“Okay!” Marx shrugged said. “You can go back first – if you can remember the spell that Salazar had read, please let me know.”

“Of course, no problem,” Ens immediately got up. “I will go back and have a good memory.”

When he finished, he just turned and walked a few steps, but he heard the sound of Marx coming from behind.

“Wait a minute,” Marx said as he reached out and put his hand out. “You forgot it.”

Ens turned to look at it and waved his hand.

“Oh no, this… I want to stay here and compare…”

“It’s Slytherin left for you,” Marx said calmly. “Hold it! It’s useless to me, and I suggest you just have to take it back and treat it as a collectible.”

Having said that, he was slightly paused and even warned repeatedly:

“Remember! The wand that everyone is suitable for is different – this snake is very powerful, but for us, it is not the best.”

“That’s it…” Ensden thought thoughtfully, “Professor McLorne, you mean… is this the so-called ‘wand chooses the wizard’?”

Marx hearing this, couldn’t help but smile.

“Let me think about it, you heard it from Mr. Ollivander, didn’t you?” He asked, but quickly put away his smile and said seriously, “But I have to tell you – really The great wizards are all wand.”

When it comes to this, Marx seems to be reminiscent of something, and can’t help but smile.

“There was a wand that was called the world’s most powerful wand by the wizards. Its name is ‘Elder Wand’. And the last owner of this wand… I think you must have heard it, he is Our previous headmaster of Hogwarts – Albus · Professor Dumbledore.”

“Oh, of course!” Enns heard Dumbledore and immediately nodded, “The greatest wizard of modern times, sacrificed for Hogwarts… even after his death, he can deter Dark Lord and his minions, making them afraid Easy to harass Hogwarts Castle.”

“Yes,” Marx smiled. “But I can secretly tell you one thing—in fact, Professor Dumbledore is just physically dead, but his spirit is not. As far as I know, he is already in another place. Unable to reach a new adventure!”

“This… is this true? Really?” Enns heard this and couldn’t help but wide his eyes and was surprised.

“Well, maybe!” Marx spread his hand. “Professor Dumbledore’s realm is too high, and I’m not very clear. I just know that he only did one thing before choosing to go that route.” ”

Obviously, Enns, who is full of desire for this wizard and magic World, has long been unable to resist the yearning.

“What?” He almost couldn’t help but take a step forward and asked eagerly.

However, Marx still maintains his calm smile, and there is no change in sitting posture.

“Professor Dumbledore, broke the ‘Elder Wand’ that he had been using… In this way, ‘ka-cha’ turned into two pieces of broken wood.”

At the same time as he said, he also held the two ends of the snake stick with both hands and gestured for it. But it was such a random fake action, but it was obvious that Enns had a tight heart.

“Reassured, I will give it back to you, this is your thing.” Marx followed with a hand, “Remember what I said just now – power may bring us a certain degree of powerful, but it will also We are lost on the way forward, magic is always a magical and dangerous thing.”

After that, Marx asked Enns to take the snake stick and watched the Hufflepuff’s young wizard leave his office.

When the room door was closed again, he lifted the cup in his hand and took a sip of tea.

“Leading a child who is likely to move the road to the right path…may be more difficult than I thought,” he said, seemingly inadvertently sighing. “When a good Teacher is really hard!”

Just as Marx was still feeling the enthusiasm for the “teaching and educating people”, a burst of magic power loomed from the corridor outside the office, making him habitually look at the door.

Unexpectedly, soon, the knock on the door rang.

“Please come in.”

Marx waved his hand, the door opened, and he saw Professor Flitwick standing at the door… Hey, okay! Due to the highest height of Flitwick’s Goblin bloodline, Marx only saw a small, half-bright bald that’s all.

“Oh, Professor Flitwick? You don’t come to me often…” Marx immediately got up and greeted him. “Isn’t it a day off today? I thought you had been going to the Three Broomsticks Inn with Hagrid for a few drinks?”

But when Marx saw Flitwick’s expression, he knew there might be any trouble.

“Yes, Marx! I really wanted to go and have something to eat with Hagrid and Slughorn,” Flitwick pointed at the little man. “But… well, we met a few at the school gate…” ,The guests?”

“So, they are the reason you came to my office to find me?” Marx curiously said, “What kind of guest? Come to me?”

“No, not exactly…” Flitwick squatted behind him, then closed the door of the office and lowered his voice. “It’s the Werther family, listening to them, it seems to want to put Charlotte. The little girl is brought back to the family.”

“Oh?”

To be honest, Marx really didn’t expect anything about the Werther family’s emergence at this time.

According to his previous assumptions, the guys with the name Werther were most likely to have an opportunity, before the legacy of Nicholas Flamel.

Even if they are not good enough, they should choose to move around before and after the Alchemy Contest.

No matter what the possibility, Marx doesn’t think they will be interested in Charlotte’s Senior Sister, let alone the Hogwarts dignitary.

“Professor, how many people are there?” Marx pondered in his heart, and then quickly asked.

From the moment he entered the door, Flitwick’s look was more dignified. This means that the situation at the moment may not be very good, but it certainly hasn’t reached the point where it can’t be packed.

“A lot,” Flitwick recalls. “There are probably more than twenty people. At this point Minerva is at the school gate to understand the situation… or, is trying to slow down first.”

“That–I mean, Charlotte? She is today…” Marx said quickly, “Oh, today is Hogsmeade, she should have been working at Hog’s Head early in the morning. “”

“Yes,” Flitwick hearing this, immediately slammed, “So, Minerva wants me to tell you first.”

“Well, I know.”

At first, Charlotte was originally brought back to Hogwarts. Now that people come to meet people, Professor McGonagall certainly has to find Marx.

However, after a general understanding of the situation, Marx still did not want to understand what happened. What kind of intentions are hidden behind the Werther family to ask Charlotte for this behavior?

“Forget it, in short, let me go and have a look!” Marx squinted. “Professor, you should first arrange for the students who remain in the castle to leave them for the time being.”

At the same time that Professor Flitwick was nodded, Marx had already gone with him and opened the door to the corridor.