Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"You should understand that this is not a problem that First Year students should be exposed to," Snape frowned and stopped, but continued. "Since you can ask this question, you must be clear about the principle of reaction to the reaction." It is only necessary to reverse the agitation to interrupt the anaerobic reaction at the exact time to add the subsequent ingredients, and does not need to barely maintain the magic power form of the original medicinal liquid. The next question."

In the following, Marx asked a few questions he had encountered. But he was keenly aware that Snape did not show the impatientness he imagined, but instead answered the question one after another.

"...no problem to ask? Go out."

After Marx had asked the question, Snape reverted to the original incompetent look and drove Marx out of his office.

“hu ——” Standing at the corner of the hallway outside the office door, Marx couldn’t help but relax.

To be honest, he really didn't want to be too close to Snape. For him, facing an invisible person is more terrifying than anything else.

Speaking of it, in fact, the person he dare not approach is undoubtedly Dumbledore.

After a little recollection of my words and deeds in Snape's office, Marx left quickly after discovering that there was nothing wrong with it.

After unraveling the difficulties that will inevitably be encountered in several practical operations, the next thing will be much easier. He only needs to make up the missing tools, find a quiet and uninhabited place, and start experimenting with it.

“Hagrid's hunting lodge? A good choice!” Marx said to himself, turning to the door. “It’s just not going to class this afternoon, go see Hagrid.”

……

Today is a good weather, and the wind is a bit bigger than the previous days. Looking up is a blue sky, and people's mood has become more cheerful. The air outside the castle is exceptionally fresh, and it's the opposite of Snape's dim office.

Marx breathes hard into the fresh air outside – this is the boon of nature that sustains human life, whether it is a wizard or a muggle, it is treated equally.

Hagrid's hunting lodge is built not far from Forbidden Forest, passing through the fields and arriving very quickly.

"Hey, Hagrid! Good afternoon!" Marx saw the tall silhouette of Hagrid from afar.

"Hey, Marx! Yes, good afternoon!" Hagrid hearing this turned around and smiled happily after seeing Marx.

However, he quickly put away a smile, and then said with a serious face: "Yes, I am very happy to see you, I also welcome you to come to my cabin as a guest. However, it should be coming to class. Time is up, you should not be here."

"Yes, to be exact, it’s already in class," Marx shrugged. "But I have no class today."

"It turned out to be the case," Hagrid said, nodded. "I should have thought of it. The last time I called Harry, they came to pick up their time without class."

"Come here, come in, come in, I will pour you a cup of tea," he said as he walked over the shoulder of Marx and walked into the hut. "Oh, the door is a bit small, you are advanced."

"woof! Wang woof!" The black hound raised by Hagrid moved towards Marx and screamed, and the iron collar on his neck was shaken by hua la.

"It's called a tooth. It's a bit timid, but it's very close to people. It's a good dog." Hagrid pulled the teeth hard and then gestured to Marx to sit on the couch.

When Hagrid went to make tea, Marx looked around the interior of the cottage. There is basically nothing but a fireplace, two sofas and a small round table. Ok, Hagrid has to stay inside, so there really is no way to put down too much furniture.

“Would you like some rock cake? Harry and Ron seem to like them very much.” Hagrid turned and asked.

"No, no, they are a bit hard, my teeth are not very good recently." Marx quickly refused. "You know, it's time to change teeth."

"Oh, yes, it's a pity." Hagrid nodded, "But if you want to solve your waste teeth quickly, the rock cake is actually a good choice."

"If it's coming down, I might come back to your Hagrid." Marx smiled bitterly.

Next, Marx had a chat with Hagrid for an afternoon. From a variety of magical creatures, to Dumbledore, and then to his younger brother Aberforth, I know a lot of messy information.

In general, under the guidance of Marx's clever topic, the two talked a lot about topics that Hagrid was interested in. It was a great talk.

It wasn't until Marx was about to leave that he stood at the door, seemingly arbitrarily filing his request.

"Oh, yes, Hagrid," Marx said as if he suddenly remembered something. "I don't know if I can come to you to do some potion exercises when I am free? In school, Professor Snape always looks like Gloomy stared at me, I couldn't calm down and practice."

"Hey, Severus, yes, he always looks like someone else owes him money," Hagrid smiled and nodded. "Of course, I welcome you at any time. I spend most of my time here."

"Okay, thank you." After Marx thanked him, he closed the door and left.

Of course, if you can find the responsive room, it is a pity that Marx forgot where it is.

"Look back and look for it! It's better to find it."

As he pondered, he walked toward the castle. For a little while, it’s time for dinner.

……

Hogwarts' dining time is always the most lively time of the day. At this time, everyone will discuss each other's gossip and feelings while dealing with the food in their respective plates.

Today, Marx is no longer in a hurry because he is ready to take a break. I have always been in the library recently, even if I feel mentally tired, my body is already tired.

"……is her?"

Marx inadvertently glanced over Slytherin's long table and suddenly saw the mysterious young girl she had encountered in the library.

I saw that she was sitting on the edge of the Slytherin long table and ate the pudding in a small mouth. She was too loose in her robes and dragged on the floor, but she didn't care. The surrounding students were talking to each other, and they were very lively. She was alone in this cheerful atmosphere, and no one was going to take care of her.

It stands to reason that she sat alone there and should have a considerable sense of violation. Marx found out that she seems to be integrated into the whole environment, not so low-key, but rather that there is no sense of existence at all.

In the pleasant atmosphere, the dinner is getting closer to the end.

Just as Marx looked at the mysterious young girl's meal and silently left the back, thinking about where she was sacred, he saw Malfoy walked over to Gryffindor.

"Would you like to eat the last stopped meal, Potter? When did you return to the muggle by train?"

"You think that the professors haven't noticed this, and there are your little friends who are not with you. Your courage is mostly." Harry said coldly.

Marx has come to the side. He looks at Crabbe and Goyle. The look of tall and strong is hard to be called "small".

The two of them seemed to be scrupulous of the Teacher on the guest table. They didn't dare to make it. They had to gloomy face and pinch their fingers.

"I'm always willing to compete with you alone," Malfoy said. "If you don't have opinions, just tonight, the duel between the wizards! Use only wand - no contact. What? I guess, you may never hear. Have a wizard duel?"

"He certainly heard of it," Ron said, suddenly turning around. "I am his assistant, who is your assistant?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle and looked around.

“Crabbe,” he said. “It’s at midnight, how about? We meet you in the prize display room, where we never lock the door.”

After Malfoy left, Harry and Ron couldn't help but look at each other.

“What happened to the wizard duel?” Harry asked. “What do you mean by being your assistant?”

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will go on," Ron casually said, finally starting to eat his already cooled pie.

He caught the look on Harry's face and hurriedly added, "But you know, people only die when they have a formal duel with the real wizard. You and Malfoy can only make a few sparks to each other at best - you guys The two know too little magic and won't really hurt each other. However, I dare say he thought you would refuse it."

"If I waved wand and didn't react at all, what should I do?"

"Then throw away the wand and aim a punch at his nose." Ron shrugged, the thief smiled and gave his advice.

"Sorry, bother." Opposite the long table, Hermione suddenly started talking.

“Can you let people stop eating here and stop?” Ron said.

Hermione ignored him but said to Harry: "I can't help but eavesdrop on what you and Malfoy said..."

"I knew you would be like this," Ron muttered.

"You can't go shopping at school in the night, think about it, if you are caught, how many points will be given to Gryffindor! And you will definitely be caught, you are really too selfish."

"This is really nothing to do with you," Harry said.

"Goodbye," Ron continued.

Hermione looked at the silhouette of their departure and groaned angrily. Suddenly, she found Marx sitting not far away.

"Hey, have you heard that? You should stop them too."

Since talking to Marx on Herbology that day, Hermione has occasionally met Marx in the library, and she usually sits down and talks to Marx about some of the learning problems.

For a long time, the two are also familiar.

"You also saw it. They looked like that, and it didn't help." Marx walked over and spread his hand and said that he couldn't do anything about it. "Don't look at Harry. He is usually very amiable. In fact, he is still very embarrassed. He believes that others are very It's hard to let him make a change."

Hermione grinned and brief remark went to the door. When she left, she suddenly turned back and glanced at Marx with a look of resentment.