Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The recent weather has gradually changed, and the clouds in the sky have gradually increased, appearing slightly gloomy. The temperature dropped again and again, and Hogwarts students wore warm sweaters and vests in their robes.

In such a weather, the library has become a little cold.

Many students gather in the common room with a fireplace to write homework, and they can also talk out with the companions about the recent anecdotes. Here, everyone does not have to worry about the librarian, Madam Pince, coming out from somewhere and yelling "no swearing" in anger.

The students in the library have therefore become less.

Marx is happy to be quiet, learning in a small number of places, obviously more conducive to efficiency. As for the cold weather, he easily thought of a convenient and simple countermeasure against the cold.

After a little blending of the salamander's blood, he made a continuous medicinal liquid that kept the body warm. This stuff is very simple, just need to let the Fire Attribute energy in the salamander blood spread at the very slow speed in the body, it can't even be called potion.

But because of this, it has a downside - you drink more water, or you're with the body's water branch so it's gradually reduced, leaving your skin dry. Of course, if you don't say that you will understand it yourself, because you drink this medicinal liquid, you will often feel thirsty until the drug has evaporated.

At this point, Hermione was sitting next to Marx and listening to him about some advanced principles about the Levitation charm.

From time to time, the two men picked up the cup on the table and poured a bite into their mouths. Even a large teapot was placed on the table in front of Marx. Obviously, Hermione also tried Marx's gizmo, and it didn't feel good enough to be warm and warm.

Just as Marx talked about the practical use of the Levitation charm, both of them heard a clear footstep behind them.

"McLorne, I heard about your rumors, maybe we can be friends." The person is paused, and then goes on, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Marx turned his head and looked at a blond, pale-faced Malfoy slightly laughed. "Oh, of course. I don't seem to have any reason to reject this proposal, Malfoy."

Hermione looked at Marx but didn't speak - although she didn't like Malfoy.

"Yes! I think, unlike the stupid Potter, you have a clever mind." Malfoy seemed happy, smashing Harry's words and coming.

"No! I feel that people who insult others are really stupid! Harry is a smart person, he knows how to defend his friends!" Hermione couldn't help but shouted.

"Forbidden 喧hua!" In the distance, Madam Pince looked over here.

Marx apologized to the other side for nodded, but before he could talk, Malfoy spoke.

"Nobody talks to you, you stinky mudblood!"

Hermione didn't understand the meaning of the word, but it didn't prevent her from knowing that it was an insulting vocabulary. I saw her staring at Malfoy, like an angry hen.

"Malfoy, I have to remind you that it is not an act that nobles should have to insult others at will!" Marx frowns said. "And, I am also the so-called 'smelly mudblood' in your mouth."

"You are not pure blood -" "Petrificus Totalus!"

Malfoy's astonished expression solidified on his face, allowing a few students who were not far away to stand up in horror.

"Oh-Marx, you shouldn't-"

Hermione's appearance also became uneasy, but half of it was taken back. After the Troll incident, her idea of ​​violating the school rules has changed at the root.

But restlessness still exists, and she is worried about the penalties Marx will face next.

"I didn't do anything wrong, and the whole body bound spell is no worse than Reductor Curse, and it doesn't hurt the cast object." Marx raised the wand and swung swiftly, "petrified lifted!"

Malfoy suddenly fell to the ground, gasping for a big breath, and couldn't even say a word. I can see that he was scared.

"This is just a punishment that is not good for you," Marx is still a gentle look. He laughed. "You can tell Teacher, but I don't think it's a good idea."

Marx inserted the wand back into the cuff and then sat back in the chair.

As a result, Malfoy didn't say it, but the news quickly spread to the ears of Professor Sprout, which was reported by Madam Pince.

On the evening of the same day, Marx was called to the Herbology professor's office next to the greenhouse. He found that Professor McGonagall was waiting for him there.

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, I have to say, why are you always in trouble!” Professor McGonagall was very fluent.

"Oh - I think that you have a curse on Malfoy. Is there any reason for it? Can you tell us what to listen to?" Professor Sprout is obviously still a short-sighted look.

"Oh, yes." Marx nodded, "Malfoy speaks insulting Hermione and says she is 'mudblood', which I can't stand; you know, I said it before, she is my friend."

"Oh! mudblood! What a terrifying vocabulary!" Professor Sprout was surprised. "This is discrimination, it should not appear in Hogwarts."

Hufflepuff house Since the founder of Helga Hufflepuff, I have been supporting the child of the muggle to become a wizard. Up to now, the excellent muggle wizard and half-blood wizard have emerged in an endless stream, which proves that the original Helga's initial insistence is correct.

"About your feelings for your friends, I understand that Malfoy will be punished for his outrage," Professor McGonagall said gravely. "But, your behavior of casting spells on students violates the rules. Do you understand?" ?"

After all, she looked at Professor Sprout, apparently reminding the other party to make the appropriate punishment.

"Uh."

Professor Sprout looked at Professor McGonagall in a dilemma and didn't know what to do at the moment—she didn't want to punish Marx at all.

“Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall is right, I should accept the punishment.” At this point, Marx instead agreed to Professor McGonagall’s words, “Only penalties can be imposed on students who violate the rules to establish the correct concept for other students. Let them take less detours in the future and form excellent personality qualities..."

Marx said that even if he didn't take it for himself, Professor McGonagall showed a smile of satisfaction.

"In this case, you will stay in the third greenhouse until the bedtime tonight, take care of the plants!" Professor Sprout also welcomed the nodded road.

After that, the two professors went to the third greenhouse door and went to Malfoy. Marx looked at the back of their departure, and after a while they got into the greenhouse.

Ok! The effect of a big talk is quite remarkable, and Professor McGonagall actually left without even deduction, which is a windfall. Originally, Marx just wanted to make Professor McGonagall feel better about him, and he took the initiative to ask for punishment.

"en?"

As soon as Marx entered the third greenhouse, he immediately found out that there was actually someone inside. To be exact, it is the mysterious Slytherin young girl!

I saw that she had a small hand shovel in her hand and was skilled in replacing the new soil with the plants! From her quick and smooth movements, she couldn't see that she was the clumsy female child who had been in the library for half a day.

Although she is still the expressionless indifference.

"Oh, hello."

Marx stunned and felt that tentatively asked first! Although he estimates that the other party will not pay attention to him.

Marx apparently guessed wrong.

"Hello." Young girl hearing this immediately nodded to this side, said in a toneless change.

“Well,” Marx walked over to her and began to help her change the soil. “If you don’t mind, can you tell me what you are?”

"Wynie Blois." She kept on hand, only looking down at the things in her hands, but the answer was very fast.

Marx never sees this young girl, but this young girl called Wynie is different from Snape and Dumbledore. Her feeling for Marx is that this young girl doesn't have any complicated thoughts, not even emotions.

“It’s like a doll.” Marx thought so without reason.

“Do you like plants very much?” To further understand this mysterious young girl, he continued this conversation.

"Yes." The answer is still simple and still so dull.

"What plants do you like?"

"all."

“Is it always annoying? For example, what about Bubotuber?”

"No."

“Do you often come to the greenhouse to take care of them?”

"Yes."

"Is it going to be myself..."

In this slightly pale question and answer, everything was done, but Wynie once again came out of Marx's expectations. When he wanted to come, this time Wynie must have to leave without saying anything, but she did not move.

After putting the gloves back on the side of the glove rack, Wynie folded her hands in front of her and continued to have a hollow answer to Marx.

"Oh, I mean, don't you leave?" Marx asked curiously. "Like the previous two."

"When you're done, leave." Wynie faintly.

"That... if you can't finish it, you have been standing with me here to talk about it?" Marx felt that his IQ was a little inadequate, and he couldn't understand Wynie's logic loop.

"Yes." - Actually still affirmed.

"So, do you think it is interesting to talk to me?" Marx tried to ask the conclusions he could think of as a question.

"I don't think so." - It really doesn't feel interesting!

"Why should I continue to talk about it?" Marx couldn't help but tell the truth in his heart.

Wynie listened to this sentence, but instead paused, watching Marx think for a while before he replied: "Mother said that you can't leave before others finish."

"This is polite."

Wynie used the last four words to completely sink a dull Marx.