Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

At night, the weather is so cool that even if you stay in Hogwarts Castle, it will be a bit cold, and people will not feel the fall of the fall.

The portraits on the walls of the corridor are some of the people who are snoring, some are talking to the next door, and some seem to go out and the picture is left.

On the eighth floor, in the Gryffindor common room, the students have all gone back to Dormitory to sleep, leaving only the fire in the fireplace flashing a faint red light, illuminating the entire common room.

Just as Harry and Ron crept through an armchair, they suddenly heard someone talking.

"I can't believe you did it, Harry."

A flash of light illuminates, it is Hermione Granger. She wore a pair of pink robe and frowns looked at them.

She doesn't look too good.

"You!" Ron said angrily. "Go back to sleep!"

"I almost told you the big brother," Hermione replied rudely. "Percy - he is Prefect, he will stop it."

Harry couldn't believe that there were people who were so nosy.

"Let's go," he said to Ron. He pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and climbed in through the hole.

Hermione won't make it so easy. She followed Ron into the hole and pressed her voice down like an angry goose.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you care only about yourself? I don't want Slytherin to win the house cup championship again, and I don't want you to lose all the scores I got from the transfer spells from Professor McGonagall!"

"Go away." Ron impatiently.

"Okay, but I warn you, when you take the train home tomorrow, don't forget what I said, you are so too -" Hermione said as she turned to the portrait of the fat lady and wanted to drill back again, but I found that the paintings I faced were empty.

Mrs. Fat probably also went out late at night to go out.

"Oh--What do I do now?" She snarled with a scorpion.

"That's your problem," Ron said. "We have to go, it's going to be late."

But before they reached the end of the corridor, Hermione had already rushed up.

"I am going with you!" She looked reluctantly.

"You are not allowed to go." Ron immediately refused.

"Do you think I am willing to go! If I don't go, can't I stand here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds out-"

"...then let's go together."

Just as Hermione was still talking about something, there was a sudden sound in the shadow of the corner of the corridor, which scared everyone on the scene.

“Marx! And Neville?” The three men unanimously raised their eyes, which made it clear who was there.

Marx ignored the three of them, but instead grabbed Neville's mouth, which was scared.

"You are also frightened and flustered, I am not always by your side!" Marx whispered.

"I... I thought it was the voice of Filch." After Marx let go, Neville was weak.

“How are you here?” Ron looked at them and asked curiously.

“Neville forgot the common room password,” Marx spread his hand. “As for me, I’m going to relax and get active.”

"You know, I have been studying the course, and I should take a break. I always don't exercise well, my body will rust."

"Marx! You also have to violate the rules of the school!" Hermione hearing this stared wide-eyed, she was greatly shocked by Marx's remarks.

Marx said to her laughed: "Hermione, don't you want to go together?"

"that is because--"

"It's good, don't care too much. Harry and Ron are going to be a foregone conclusion. I as a friend of mine will naturally share your hardships with you." Marx patted Hermione's shoulder and wore only a pajama. It looks quite delicate and cute.

"Oh, you have to keep warm, it's already autumn, and it's a bit cold at night." He took off his gown and put it on Hermione.

"Oh, thank you." Hermione looked at her robe and couldn't help but swallow the complaint that had already reached her mouth.

"Sure enough, child, my face is not red." Marx looked and turned to Hermione, who wanted to preach to Ron, secretly thought interesting.

Ron looked at his watch and glanced at Hermione angrily, then turned his head and put on a happy expression and said, "If Marx can come together, it's better, you can always help Fred and George avoided the sight of Mother, and maybe helped us avoid Filch... Oh, and his damn cat!"

Marx couldn't help shrugged after hearing it: "It's not difficult to fool Filch, but Mrs. Norris can't hide. Animals are always very sensitive, especially cats."

Having said that, he suddenly pulled out a small glass bottle from his arms and revealed a smile.

"Of course, there are always ways."

"I know, you always have a way like this!" Ron looked at Hermione smugly, as if to show off that he had a useful friend.

Hermione opened her mouth and did not speak after seeing Marx.

They walked briskly along the corridor, the moonlight sprinkled in from the high window, a path of land across the ground, looking like a unique magic carpet.

Every turn, Harry thought he was going to hit Filch or Mrs. Norris. But okay, I don't know if they are lucky, or because Marx has any means. In short, when they hurried down the stairs, came to the third floor, and walked into the prize display room with ease, everything went smoothly.

There is no silhouette of Malfoy and Crabbe here.

The crystal glass case displaying the prize shines under the moonlight projected from the window. In the dark, trophies, shields, medals and statues shine with the brilliance of silver and golden, and the silk woven belts are windless and automatic in the air.

Marx curiously looked at the winning nameplates on the bottom, with their respective awards - he was wondering if he should get a prize or something, which would definitely provide some research for his own study. convenient.

The other four were not as relaxed as they were, they moved forward against the wall, their eyes fixed on the door at both ends of the room. Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy suddenly rushed in and fought with him.

The time 1 point passed, and no one appeared.

"He is late, maybe he is afraid because he is afraid." Ron whispered, but did not want a voice in the next room, scared them to jump.

Harry just lifted wand and heard someone talking - it wasn't Malfoy.

"Smell everywhere, dear, where they might be hiding." Filch was talking to Mrs. Norris.

Harry was terrified. He frantically waved wand to the crowd and told them to follow him as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, Marx smirked and walked closer to Filch, almost separated by a single door.

In the horrified eyes of others, Marx pulled out his little bottle again. After making a suffocating action, he carefully unscrewed the cork and did not make a slight noise.

"Oh, baby! Where are you going?" Just outside the door, Filch screamed in surprise, then anxiously chasing Mrs. Norris, who was ignorant of why he ran, and quickly moved away.

"Awesome! What potion is this?" Ron smacked and admired, and immediately sneezed. "Oh--this is what it tastes."

Marx was busy putting the oak cork back, and it took two steps to put out a long breath.

"This is not a potion, it's just a little volatility of the medicinal liquid. It's a very irritating smell, and it's quite useful for animals that are sensitive to smell."

“Is it the secretion of the Gulag ringworm?” Hermione also smelled the residual smell in the air, not to lick his nose.

"Not just that, you have to adjust the formula for decomposing the neutralization, otherwise it will not be able to dissolve for a few days." Marx smiled. "It tastes too rushing and will leave evidence."

"So, have you already planned to violate the rules of the school!" Hermione finally couldn't help it, she whispered, "You can't do this, your Hufflepuff score is already small enough."

"I don't care what house cup, honor doesn't mean everything," Marx still laughs at hehe. "And, there is always a house to bottom out. I think this is a good match for Hufflepuff's low-key purpose."

"You can't do this!" Hermione seems to be dissatisfied with Marx's ideas.

Suddenly, Marx waved to stop Hermione from continuing to speak.

"Someone, Filch is back." Marx listened carefully to the side and whispered.

"Hey, would you like to try that bottle again?" Ron said subconsciously.

"I think let's run first!" Marx shook his head and took the lead and ran up in the black corridor.

They walked around the doorpost and ran across the corridors, and Marx felt that his direction was getting worse in this dim environment—he couldn't figure out where he was.

"Oh, we ran to the Charms classroom." Hermione looked at the classroom door not far away, filtering for breath.

"I think we've got rid of him," Harry gasped. He leaned against the cold wall and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Neville bent over, mad, snoring and panting.

"I think, you are also much more athletic." This sprint, but only makes Marx's breathing a little thicker. A teenager who lives alone at the bottom of the society can't do it because he ran a few steps.

"I - told - you," Hermione gasped, grabbed the seam in her chest with her hand, and said intermittently, "I - told you."

“We have to go back to the Gryffindor Tower,” Ron said. “The sooner the better.”