Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This Herbology is one of the few courses in the school year that was attended by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Although there may be changes in the next school year, it is the most appropriate time to get Marx close to Harry trio.

Speaking of Harry, the boy who is not dead, is now struggling to fight the Flobberworm on the stems and leaves! Yes, that's right, that is the kind of weakly-existing Michael Kona student who swallowed it when he was a child. They especially like lettuce, but they are generally eaten by plants.

When Ron squeezed over and asked Marx about his Snape deal in the potion class, Marx was wondering about the caterpillar! These guys can be 10 inches long, not much shorter than Marx's wand, heaven knows how Michael swallowed it when he was a child!

“Is it broken and eaten again?” Marx thought for a moment and shuddered.

"...what is bitten and eaten again? Are you thinking about eating for lunch?" Ron looked at Marx in confusion, and then said, "Don't worry about lunch, let me talk about it! How do you provoke? Snape's? We have to start his class tomorrow. I heard the Seniors say that he is always only leaning towards the students in his house, and he doesn't know if it is true."

Marx came back to his senses and shook his head with helpless.

"Who told you that I provoked Professor Snape, isn't this a courting death?" He explained the situation briefly, but let Hermione couldn't help but also come together.

"Hey! I said, does Professor Snape really say that?" Hermione was a little excited. "That's the pharmacological formula of Arsenal Jig, it's authority! How can he just say that it's a mistake!"

Immediately, Hermione calmed down and looked at Marx apologetically.

"Sorry, I am not saying that there is anything wrong with questioning the authority, but..." She stunned, and she was a bit suspicious. "I mean, is the quantitative constant really a constant?"

"It should be right." Marx nodded and then whispered to Hermione. Hermione plugged in a few words while listening, but it seemed a bit convinced.

“What are they talking about?” Ron turned his head and asked Harry.

"Probably the content of the potion class." Harry had already tossed up at this point, and a Flobberworm struggled in his gloved right hand, but he couldn't escape the evil claws that blocked it.

"So, we have to learn those... I mean, what are they talking about?" Ron hesitated and listened to a few more words, then looked back at Harry.

Harry shook his head. He only knew that he couldn’t understand. "Should... no?"

Ron hearing this once again looked at Marx and Hermione in the whispering discussion, and then gave up and generally continued to bury their heads to fertilize the medicinal herb.

“Marx, which has always been clean and tidy, and Hermione, which is always messy, this combination is rare.” He whispered, puzzling.

"Then, Marx, who has been unable to get up in bed, is actually a good student."

Marx lived in The Burrow for a while when he didn't start school. Ron thinks he is still very familiar with him. Although it looks smart and calm, it is actually lazy in nature and still depends on the bed! The result seems to be not what he imagined. He once thought that he had found a good partner similar to himself!

"...maybe, can you ask for help in the future homework?" Ron suddenly popped up the idea, at least he thought the idea was great.

Behind the herbal practice class is the Broom Flight Class that many people are looking forward to. This course is Marx and they are with Ravenclaw.

Marx is naturally looking forward to this course that allows people to fly freely in midair, but he is not sure if he will run into any difficulties. Honestly, his sense of direction is not very good. If he flies into the sky, he will not really find the North.

The first lesson of the Broom Flight Class was on the main entrance of Hogwarts Castle, where there was a slightly concave flat surface, and the grass on the ground swayed with the breeze, looking like a vibrant look.

Looking east to the east, you can see the edge of a black forest, the tall canopy swaying with the wind, making the sound of hua hua.

The Hufflepuff's little guys are already on the field, and they watch Ravenclaw's students coming back and forth, and Broom Flight Class teacher Madam Hooch is urging loudly to let them go faster.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stands next to a broomstick. Fast, fast, hurry."

Madam Hooch's short gray hair was built like a steel needle, and the wind could not be blown; the two eyes were yellow and looked like an eagle who was strictly supervising the young bird.

Marx chose a pleasing eye from the brooms that were neatly arranged on the ground, standing quietly beside it, watching other students rush to find their place to stand.

"Extending the right hand and placing it on the broom," Madam Hooch shouted in front. "And then said, 'Get up!'"

“Get up!” In the strict tone of Madam Hooch, everyone seems to have been affected, and even the words are exceptionally neat.

The broom was very obedient and found himself in the hands of Marx. He felt the strange and fresh taste of it, and it seemed that it was not bad.

However, other students may not have been so smooth. Some brooms jumped a little on the spot, and some rolled on the ground. Ernie’s broom even went straight to the air and made his palms red. It is.

It seems that this stuff seems to be related to the innate talent. After all, it is only a few people who can fall into the hands of the normal.

Next, Madam Hooch showed them how to ride the broom without slipping from the head. She walked around the team, corrected the hand grips for the students, and criticized the people who always did not do it from time to time.

"Well, then I whistled, and you slammed your legs and left the ground, slamming hard," said Madam Hooch. "Stable the broom, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

“Oh-!” Marx looked at the ground farther and farther away from himself, and couldn’t help but marvel at it. This feeling was really unprecedented.

Madam Hooch walked back and forth, observing everyone's situation. Of course, there are still many people who can't fly at all. The brooms don't seem to listen to them, but there are no special circumstances.

"Mr. MrLorne, you are more than I said." Madam Hooch moved towards Marx shouted loudly, "Go down, pay attention to safety!"

Marx groaned and found that he seemed to fly higher than everyone else. He quickly leaned forward in accordance with what Madam Hooch had just said, and the broom immediately fell down.

“Good job,” Madam Hooch patted Marx's shoulder. “The first thing a newbie should pay attention to is safety. Step by step is the right choice.”

Marx nodded, but my heart is thinking, "You will see Neville and Harry flying in the next week! Of course, the former is literally, xiu -"

“Madam Hooch, I was thinking, if a newbie accidentally fell off the broom, what should I do?” Marx suddenly turned his mind and said.

He is still a bit fond of Neville, a fat boy who is always nervous. Let Damo Hooch be mentally prepared in advance or his arm will not break.

It is estimated that it must be very painful, otherwise Marx will not remember the scene until now.

“With the Levitation charm, don't worry,” Madam Hooch replied, thinking she was worried about her injury. “If it was too late, Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital would cure them, and her potion has always been effective.”

"Oh! Thank you for your answer." Marx pretended to be relieved and politely expressed his gratitude.

Of course, this is just a small episode in the study of life. For Marx, it is just a matter of hand, and he forgets it in a blink of an eye.

"Ha-! It feels great!"

With the permission of Madam Hooch, Marx got a chance to fly low. This is how he took a good job to apply for it, and he is cool now!

The wind rushed to the face, passing over Marx's ear, and slamming his robe. In Marx's control, the broom took his left and right, and looked like a shark sprinting in the water.

Although this shark is a bit too close to "seabed".

"Be careful -! Slow down! Slow down! Fast, do as I said -!" Madam Hooch shouted underneath, but Marx's ear was full of wind, and it was audible.

After a while, Marx, who had become addicted, finally slowed down. He yanked his broomstick and dropped his head, drawing a beautiful arc in midair.

Not yet, Marx found that Madam Hooch's face was not quite right. He immediately understood where the problem was - in the second half of the test, his speed seemed too fast.

Even if these brooms are bargains for practice, some seem to have some messy problems, but they are also qualified products, not children's toys for small children.

"Sorry, Madam Hooch," Marx immediately bowed his head and apologized. "I was a little bit smug. I didn't expect this flight to feel so good, I didn't pay attention."

Madam Hooch stared at Marx for a moment, then sighed: "I just said that it is gradual...but you are flying well. After you have studied Quiddich Safety Precautions, you may be able to fly a few more. Times."

"...I believe, you will find that it is a right choice to fall in love with the Quiddich movement!"

This is Madam Hooch, who treats everyone and things as strict, fair, responsible, and most importantly – she loves the Quiddich movement from the heart.