Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The three encounters with Wynie Blois ended with Marx eating, which made him confident in his communication skills for the first time. He had a serious frustration for the first time.

After the brief remark sent Wynie to Slytherin's common room entrance, Marx returned to his dormori and fell to the bed.

"What's the matter? A dejected look, this is rare in you!" Roommate Ernie was curious.

“Nothing,” Marx waved his hand weakly. “It’s a little tired.”

"Heart tired!" he added in his heart.

Early the next morning, Marx just stepped into the dinning hall and immediately saw Hermione walk towards him with a worried look.

"Is nothing yesterday?" She looked at Marx up and down. Seeing that he didn't seem to change, it started her whispering again. "I said, you are too impulsive! I heard from Ron last night. The meaning of the word, but I don't think we need to care about this! Malfoy is a bad brain! There is no need to lower oneself to somebody's level with him..."

"... um, yes, thank you." At the end, Hermione was a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, remember, we are friends!" Marx spread his hand and smiled. "And, you have to change your bad habits."

After all, Marx laughed and walked toward Hufflepuff's long table, and said good morning to Harry and Ron.

"What's wrong with him? Looks rerefreded, is it a good thing?" Ron responded to Marx and then glanced at Harry.

"How do I know that I heard that he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse, maybe it was yesterday's punishment just happened to him!" Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.

"You two! Not a Marx friend? Don't you worry about him!" Hermione came over and sat in the opposite of them.

"It’s not enough if you care about him!" Ron whispered as he fry the bacon in his mouth.

"Marx, he's very capable, he can handle the troubles well," Harry thought, adding, "At least it's better than us."

"Yeah! He can kill a Troll alone! Scorpio, it’s incredible to think about it now." Ron looked eagerly. "If I can do it, then I will do it."

"Then you should do your homework!" Hermione said. "Don't always deal with them casually."

"Oh - it's starting again." Ron couldn't help but groan.

Marx looked far away at the trio on the Gryffindor side, thinking that life would have been so flat and steady, it would be great. For him, is this leisure life that is completely different from the past, is it exactly what he wants?

"McLorne, come to my office first after the morning class." He was thinking, but he heard a voice calling him.

"Oh! Professor Sprout?" Marx saw her face full of smiles, this time is mostly a good thing, "OK, Professor."

The first class in the morning was the A History of Magic class. As always, Professor Binns used his hypnotizing tone to explain the evolutionary history of cauldron automatically in the classroom for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. In the eyes of other students, this is a particularly boring content, and Marx has got a little inspiration in several of them - he wants to try to improve this cauldron, which may make his potion into a semi-automated era. .

Of course, this is obviously not that easy.

The second lesson is Marx's most troublesome transfiguration.

To be honest, he has always liked this course, but the progress of his studies has a difference between Heaven and Earth, not to mention the potion he is good at.

Especially before, when he saw a few interesting records in the Restricted Section, he felt even more difficult.

He discovered that the ancient demon summon technique was actually associated with transfiguration!

And don't mention the obvious taboo of summon demon. Marx guesses that the single is summon, which is inextricably linked to transfiguration. And that is the white magic that has been known for its destructive power since ancient times. It was one of the main magic classifications of many powerful white wizards.

Nowadays, the relevant theory has almost been completely lost, but this is a wonderful topic worthy of exploration.

Such a seductive and esoteric magic, for Marx, is simply a luxurious feast that can't be seen, how can he make him feel anxious?

On transfiguration, Marx easily turned the match into a needle and then changed back. At the same time as Professor McGonagall praised him, he was even more distressed - apparently the slow progress is not his personal innate talent problem, which is the end of the disease.

Do you want him to ask Dumbledore and say that he saw the record of the demon summon in the Restricted Section, and want to study it as soon as possible? Do not make jokes!

After class, Marx walked quickly to the greenhouse, and he used the unknown good news that Professor Sprout brought to him to fill his sadness.

“笃笃笃” “Please come in!”

Pushing open the door to the office, Marx immediately discovered another person in the office, Broom Flight Class First Year, Madam Hooch.

"Hello, Madam Hooch; Hello, Professor Sprout." Marx politely shouted.

"Oh--Yes, you are coming, come over the child." Professor Sprout kindly greeted Marx.

"Yes, yes, there is good news today," said Professor Sprout. "Madam Hooch recommended you to me, saying that you should attend the Quidditch team at Hufflepuff house!"

"Oh! I was shocked to hear this news! You have to know that if you really passed the selection test, you will be the youngest team player in a century! I am so proud of you. !"

As said, Professor Sprout couldn't help but hold Marx, she was really happy.

"Yeah! I think Mr. McLorne will undoubtedly be able to make a temporary selection. This child has never seen an innate talent on Quiddich. I think that after a series of professional training, he might even be a professional ball in his school days. The team chose to go!"

“Hey, is this true?” Marx really likes to fly freely in the air, but the Quiddich sport can only be said to be intriguing.

"Oh, of course! I have already asked Dumbledore about whether the First Year students can participate in the Quiddich team. He thinks this is a good proof of the students." Professor Sprout said with great interest, "Dumbledore also likes the sport, he I often take the time to see the international league!"

"Oh, no, ah! I mean, I am so excited!" Marx said excitedly.

Since the parties have agreed, everything will be easier. After lunch, Professor Sprout took a lunch break and couldn't wait to pin Marx to Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Darren Chris.

Speaking of this, the gentle and helpful Sixth Year boys, or the Hufflepuff house boys Prefect!

"Marx, I've heard it from Madam Hooch before," Darren smiled and patted Marx's shoulder. "Awesome! I have never heard of First Year before I can join the team."

"Yeah! I was also surprised. I don't even know if I can do it well. In fact, I only did some simple flying exercises on the Broom Flight Class!"

Of course, sometimes it can't be controlled, and it's just a matter of flying.

"No problem, no problem! We all believe in Madam Hooch's vision - know that she has been a Quiddich Cup referee for many years!"

"Moreover, in fact, our house doesn't care much about the Quiddich Cup... At least I think Quiddich is a relaxing class exercise!" Darren said easily. "So I hate the Slytherin team. They always do whatever they can to win. ""

"Oh, yes, I think so too." Marx smiled and said, "Freedom to fly, I especially like that feeling!"

"Well, the lunch break is over! You will come to Quiddich Stadium after class in the afternoon. We will give you a temporary enrollment test. Look forward to it! Hahaha--" Darren left with a wave and he was going to class. .

“hahaha.” Marx smiled a few times.

He found that the time to go to the library was estimated to have shrunk in large proportions, which is not good news.

The afternoon class soon passed, and when Marx was in the hallway with a large number of students, crowded into the common room, he was pulled out by a delicate white hand.

“Hey?” Marx was shocked. After seeing who it was, he relaxed. “Oh, Charlotte Senior Sister, is there anything?”

"What can be done, I am coming to take you to Quiddich stadium!" Charlotte slammed Marx's back vest, carefree said.

Take him to the stadium? Could it be that……

“Senior Sister is the player of the team?” Marx was surprised.

"Of course! I haven't told you about it? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see me this big beauty every day, then you have to work harder today."

While dragging Marx's hand, Charlotte casually said, walking downstairs in the curious eyes of many students. Although they didn't understand what the two were saying, they saw that Marx was pulled away by such a big beauty. Which boy wouldn't be curious?

"Oh, Senior Sister! I said, don't pull, I will go by myself." Marx helpless.

"I was dragged by one of Hogwarts' three beautiful women and showed off in the crowd. Is there anything wrong with this? You must enjoy my little Junior." Charlotte Hehe smiled and looked like a kid who was cheating Xiaozhengtai. The wretched Aunt.

"Get it! I haven't found any enjoyment. The only feeling is that I am showing up on the downstream street of a group of hungry wolves!" Marx smiled.

"Get it cheap and sell it!" Charlotte smiled and took a look at Marx's head, but still let go of his hand.