Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Luna, it's a mistake here - the sound of the singer's death is reversed."

"Reverse order?"

"They will simulate all the sounds they have heard in their lifetime when they die, but they have been imitating them from the beginning of the recent hearing..."

In the library, Marx sits opposite Luna and fine-tunes her mistakes.

In the past few days, in addition to his own research, Marx often helps Luna to take a look at her reading notes about magical creatures during breaks.

Luna likes those interesting creatures and usually finds interesting materials in the library. Although those illustrations and documents are a bit dull and boring, if you really like it, then you will not feel so tasteless.

Seeing that Luna is already working on modifying the notes, Marx puts his eyes back on his own pile of manuscript paper.

Although he is resting now, in the eyes of others, it is estimated that he will not feel that he is relaxing. After all, who will calculate the recipes that are complicated to the collapse of the potion formula as a break?

Just as Marx picks up Quill from the ink bottle, I plan to continue to measure the balance of the balance with the previous calculation formula, but I hear a familiar "噔噔噔" sound coming from the library door.

"Moody?"

Marx looked up and looked at the door and found that, as he had guessed, it was Mad-Eye Moody.

“What is he doing here?” Marx wondered.

Marx and Dumbledore deliberately did not exchange information in order to avoid being blinded by the eyeliner that was lurking in the school.

So, although Dumbledore had confirmed Moody's identity early in the morning before Marx left, Marx couldn't tell.

Before he discovered the true role played by Barty Jr., his more doubts were concentrated on Moody.

It’s just now that Moody’s nervous look is really his original character.

Looking at Moody's watchful look at "who is suspicious," and his magic eye turning around, Marx had to shake his head.

I am afraid this time just because of Dumbledore's premature intervention, Barty Jr. has no chance to conceal Moody. Otherwise, Moody will still be the first person to hide his identity.

The behavior of this goods is really suspicious, which makes it difficult to expose identity.

Just as Marx thought about it, Moody had seen him, and in the glare of librarian Madam Pince, he walked over with a cane all the way.

"McLorne, go with me to the headmaster room..." Moody's magic eye stared at Marx, as if to see him thoroughly. "Dumbledore has something to look for."

After all, he stared at Marx and looked at it. The face was awkward because of a lot of scars.

Marx is slightly different from the nodded location.

"Luna, let me see what it is, if it is too late, you should go to the auditorium first!"

He yelled at Luna opposite, and then carefully sorted out the calculated papers, which meant that Moody could go.

"You are in front," Moody said, screaming. "I hate people walking behind me."

"Don't you have a magic eye? There is no dead angle in all directions. It is said that even the invisibility cloak can be seen. What are you worried about?" Marx looked with interest at the blue eye that was twitching in Moody's eyes. , said with a smile.

"I will grow old, but it won't." Moody dissatisfiedly coldly snorted. "Your performance in the World Cup is wonderful, I think you understand what I am talking about."

Marx shook his head. "Are you wondering me? Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Albus is very wise, but he is too easy to trust - in my opinion, this is his shortcoming." Moody bluntly criticized the one that claims to be the greatest wizard of today, just like saying an ordinary person same.

"I still think you are suspicious!" Marx didn't care about his suspicions about himself. Instead, he smiled. "You yell at you, strolling around the castle all day long. If you have nothing, stare at others for a long time."

"hmph, as long as I know I am suspicious enough." Moody impatiently.

The two walked side by side, not long before they came to the front of Gargoyle at the entrance to the headmaster room.

“Fried the centipede legs,” Moody said to Gargoyle.

Marx and Moody took the escalator and came to the front door of the headmaster room.

“Fried panipede legs? What is that stuff?” Marx snorted. “Is the taste of Professor Dumbledore recently getting heavier?”

"That's a new dessert from Honeydukes. It tastes good... Would you like some more?"

The door opened automatically and Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

"Oh...thank you, I don't think it's necessary..." Marx walked in and shook his head decisively. "Professor, come to me today, what happened?"

Running into the headmaster room again and again, Marx is used to it. No, he was asking, and he had already familiar and ran down to the arm chair next to him.

Mad-Eye Moody also sat on a wooden chair next to Dumbledore's desk to see how he felt like a needle felt. He seemed to be ready to jump and fight.

"There has been a lot of things happening recently. For example, there are more and more cases. There are small things like theft, and of course there are big ones. For example, just a few wizards have disappeared mysteriously."

Dumbledore said, the wand waved and a stack of information floated toward Marx.

Marx reached out and looked at it casually, then nodded.

"There are some clues on my side, but..." Marx wondered. "Isn't this the work of Cornelius Fudge?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and pointed at Marx's hand.

"...you carefully look at the commonalities of these cases."

Marx bowed his head and turned it over and compared it, suddenly frowned.

"werewolf?"

The approximate time interval of these cases is on 30 days, and the specific date is obviously the full moon night. It is not difficult to speculate that these cases may be related to the restless werewolf.

"There were also claw marks found in two cases, and it is very likely that werewolf did it." Dumbledore nodded.

"So..." Marx looked up again and looked at Dumbledore.

“Alastor is a trustworthy partner,” Dumbledore laughed. “He can give you a lot of help in your relationship with Tom—”

Marx looked at Moody subconsciously and immediately realized: "But if I want to get his approval, I must use actions to prove my position and ability?"

“That's it,” Mad-Eye Moody looked at him with a sharp look. “Although Albus promised me that I can't eat it – I have to use my own eyes to judge whether you are in danger.”

Marx helpless shrugged: "Although I can understand your care, I have to remind you that the human heart is complicated, even if there is no such thing as Imperius Curse, it is not really easy to see through the eyes..."

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Moody's blue eyes and added: "Even if your magic eye is invisible, isn't it?"

"Do you still remind me with you?" Moody glanced at him, rudely. "Although I can't see people's hearts, at least I can make a reference... How many cunning bastards do you think I have dealt with?"

I have to say that with Moody's life experience, many people can be convinced. After all, not everyone can face Voldemort without fear, and a large number of Death Eaters are caught in Azkaban.

Marx also briefly experienced Moody's keenness. Even if he is old now, the combat capability will definitely drop greatly, but his rich experience is still difficult to despise.

"Of course, the Death Eater you caught can fill half Azkaban, which is a well-known fact." Marx nodded said, "I am also very admired."

"But you put the prisoners I worked hard to get in." Moody said, glanced at him angrily.

"Hey, this is not going to be counted..."

Marx slammed and laughed - yes, when I did bad things, I now met the Lord.

"Tomorrow evening, you go to find clues every night... If the confirmation is werewolf, at least give me a live back." Moody didn't continue to pull him down, he paused the wooden turn in his hand, solemnly said .

Marx naturally had no reason not to agree. He had planned to go to Tarinno to ask about the latest situation. These cases can also be checked by the way - anyway, Voldemort can't get away with it.

After discussing the case with Moody, he bid farewell to Dumbledore and left the headmaster room.

"Albus, you really want to..."

After Marx left, Moody frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore shook his head and sighed slightly: "To be honest, I am not sure if I am doing this right, but... we are all older, aren't we?"

He looked up and looked at the portraits of the headmasters of the past, and then continued: "Alastor, did you choose to retire, is it for this reason?"

“It’s a little powerless,” Moody shook his head. “In any case, as long as he is still alive, the responsibility of the back is not to let go of it...”

"At the very least, I have to prepare for those children... If Tom is the child..." Dumbledore said, as if he had recalled something, he gradually became a god.

At this time outside the Hogwarts Castle, the sky is still as clean as the heart of most young wizards. Perhaps what Dumbledore wants most is that he can live longer and let the children continue to keep this purity.