Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Malfoy lied to you," Hermione said to Harry. "Do you understand? He didn't plan to meet you there at all - Filch knew someone was going to the prize display room, and Malfoy had told him the news!"

Harry thought that Hermione might be right, but he obviously didn't want to open up to agree with Hermione.

"Let's go." Harry turned to his body.

However, things are not that simple.

When they had just walked ten steps, they heard the knob of a door slamming and something smashed out of a classroom in front of them.

That is Peeves! As soon as he saw them, he screamed happily.

"Shut up, Peeves! I beg you, you will be dismissed from us." Ron bitterly said.

Peeves giggled, and it didn't care what Ron was saying.

"Nasty new student, wandering around in the middle of the night. Hey, hey, hey, mischief, mischief, you will be caught." It mimics Sorting Hat, with a strange tone.

"Peeves, you want to know how the blood of the silver on Bloody Baron came from?" Marx looked for a moment and suddenly started talking.

“Hey?” Peeves was shocked to hear the name, and it was a bit timid. “How come, how come?”

“hehe, I tell you, Baron has always liked to eat geniuses until his death, and it’s the same after his death...” Marx’s face suddenly became very gloomy, and the tone of the conversation dragged on for a long time, looking a bit gloomy.

"I just saw him passing by, have you seen him?"

"Oh no--"

Peeves screamed and ran across the wall.

"Oh, Marx, you are so cool!" Ron said, and Harry and Neville agreed with nodded.

“Ghost?” Hermione is a bit strange. “What does this have to do with Peeves, is it not a ghost?”

"I asked Bloody Baron - Peeves is a noisy ghost, it's not a ghost." Marx shook his head. "It touches the body, and generally ghost can't do this."

"You talk to Bloody Baron! He looks terrifying, isn't it?" Ron was surprised.

Marx shook his head again and greeted everyone to walk up and explained with a mouthful: "Bloody Baron is a good guy, don't be scared by his appearance, he is always loyal to Hogwarts, no matter what he is before. Alohomora!"

Others were taken away by his sudden take out of the wand's act of obscuring the curse. They looked back and saw that they had come to the end of the corridor unconsciously.

"Advanced to find a place to hide, at least have to avoid Fair..." Marx said and stopped.

"What's wrong, why not go in?" Ron asked, lowering his voice.

"...I think," Marx retired. He turned his head and smiled. "It might be a better choice to meet Filch."

Marx “peng” slammed the door back and there was a deafening roar.

"It’s a big dog." Harry seemed to glance before the door closed.

"Yes, a dog with three heads." Marx spread his hand and immediately said, "Run!"

As if it were with Marx, the door slammed violently, and the big dog must have slammed it in it.

They went back to the hallway and ran away, just flying. Filch must be busy looking elsewhere for them. They didn't see him, and they didn't even care about it—they just thought about fleeing the monster as far as possible.

Harry entire group stopped until he reached the portrait of Mrs. Fat on the eighth floor, only to find that Marx had disappeared.

"I saw him running downstairs. It should be back to Hufflepuff's Dormitory." Hermione gasped.

In fact, Marx didn't go back to Dormitory directly. Instead, he went to Hogwarts' kitchen to get some food. He didn't eat much at dinner. He ran back and forth, feeling really hungry. .

……

For the current Marx, "rest" is a very extravagant behavior, because he always feels that time is not enough.

After the night with Harry and their night tour of Hogwarts, Marx re-entered the study and research. Not only potion, but the progress of other subjects can't be too slow, at least until you reach the level of not being afraid of actual combat.

After all, there is another Voldemort in the dark like a tiger watching his prey! He didn't want to have the ability to escape from self-protection when the Death Eater came in.

After the stealth potion is configured, he will have to go to the Restricted Section. If possible, he would like to look at the so-called "dark magic" to see how it is essentially different from other magic.

Time always sneaks inadvertently, and when you look back, you discover that there have been many changes around you.

On Halloween, Marx once again met the mysterious Slytherin young girl in the library. Unconsciously, he has spent two months in Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, do you know where the book on 'How to cultivate crumpled figs' is placed?"

It is a plain tone with no ups and downs, another problem that is almost the same as last time, and it is standing behind Marx. This made Marx look at the young girl speechlessly, and after a while he pulled out a large number of books piled up in front of him and placed it in front of the seat next to it.

"I have it here, you can sit down and read." Marx whispered.

To Marx's surprise, the young girl obediently pulled out the chair, then lowered the notebook in his hand and sat quietly next to Marx. He thought that this young girl never listened to what others said!

After a while, Marx looked at the young girl and flipped the thick book back and forth, holding a pale green quill in the right hand, but not even writing a word on the notebook.

“Is there any difficulty?” Marx couldn’t help but ask.

"There are too many steps, too many words, I don't know where to start." Young girl looked up and said seriously.

Marx, this is the first time I can see the face of this mysterious young girl - the big round eyes, the petite nose, and the delicate skin with almost a kind of transparency, all of which declare that this is quite refined. Cute female child.

Well, and a few tips from the underarms, her hair seems to be white, a white that looks extremely unhealthy.

She probably didn't like others to see her hair, so she was all stuffed in the pointed hat.

"...Remember it: wrinkled figs, deciduous plants, roots are powerful, winter can survive. Water demand is low, watering interval is 1-2 week; fertilizer demand is medium, fertilization interval is 3-5 week, dragon manure is best ......"

Marx looked over the book and recalled it, then gradually sorted out the content and sorted it out. Young girl doesn't seem to worry about Marx remembering it, using quiet to record it.

Marx looked at the young girl and wrote the last letter, just want to say something, but see the young girl suddenly closed the notebook, and then put the book back to the pile of books in front of Marx.

Immediately, Marx got up in a strange look, and brief remark left the library.

“——Come again?” Marx touched his nose and whispered to himself. “Is it too irritating for me? Or does she dislike the help of others? Or, it’s just too Introverted?"

Woke up the next morning, Marx smelled the smell of a sweet, roasted pumpkin in the hallway. To be honest, Marx doesn't like pumpkins. He doesn't like all the food made from pumpkins. The slippery taste of pumpkins makes him feel tired.

After the first class in the morning, Marx walked through the crowded hallway with everyone. The next section was Professor Flitwick Charms, who had to go upstairs.

"...no wonder everyone can't stand her," Marx suddenly heard Ron's voice in the crowd. "To be honest, she is like a nightmare."

Then he found a female child slamming into his arms.

"Oh, Merlin is on! I think it's a bit too sudden, I'm not sure... Hermione?" Marx took a closer look, this messy long hair, not Miss Granger?

"I think she heard you." Marx heard Harry again, but he didn't see where they were.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Hermione didn't seem to realize who she had hit.

"Oh, nothing, I mean, what happened, Hermione?" Marx looked down at her and found her eyes red. "Who bullied you?"

"Ah! Marx, no, nothing..."

Hermione looked up at him and couldn't wait to run away. Marx looked at Hermione, who soon disappeared into the crowd, feeling a bit confusing - what happened?

As the so-called "authority fans", when you are in an environment, you will always ignore what is because of the richness of things around you. Until Marx came to the door of the dinning hall for dinner today, he inadvertently heard the conversation between the two Gryffindor girls.

"... Did you see Hermione today?"

"I just found Hermione. She has been crying in the women's bathroom and still not letting others comfort her."

Marx suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at the colorful Halloween decorations in the dinning hall, he reacted - Quirrell should have put Troll in here!

"The third floor? Is it the bathroom of Myrtle?"

Marx thought quickly and ran back, and it didn't feel right until the second floor.

"What is the purpose of Quirrell... Oh! Philosopher's Stone!"

For the past two months, Marx has been fully committed to the ocean of magic knowledge, and has almost forgotten the story of Philosopher's Stone.

"So, where is it convenient to introduce Troll, and it is convenient for him to avoid the crowd to escape?" Marx calmed down and thought about it, and soon he came forward with a conclusion - Hermione is in the basement!