Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Hogwarts Auditorium at the moment is exceptionally beautiful because of the large number of Christmas decorations.

The wall is covered with garland ribbons of holly and mistletoe. There are twelve tall Christmas trees standing in the room, some with small sparkling icicles on the trees, and hundreds of branches on the trees. candle.

Watching Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick use magic to subtly decorate the place so beautifully that Marx couldn't help but make some small attempts here.

He found a small bottle of white snow from the inside of the robe, carefully dripping a few drops of liquid with a chill on the support under a Christmas tree.

"What did you fall below?"

Professor McGonagall quickly came over, but he was not immediately angry. It seems that Marx’s strategy of giving her a good impression last time is really useful.

"Oh, Professor, you will know after a while," Marx laughed said.

Marx is barely fell, the effect of those drops of liquid has already appeared. I saw a white cold fog rising from the Christmas tree. It didn't sink like other colds. Instead, it lingered around the Christmas tree and went up to the magical ceiling.

In the fog of white, there is a faintly discernible faintly discernible, giving this Christmas tree a unique aesthetic.

"This is the 5% product that I tossed when I studied potion. It looks beautiful and it is a bit cold." Marx looked at his masterpiece and felt satisfied.

"Yes, it looks so good!" Professor McGonagall smiled hard. "Give a few more drops to the other trees! I think Albus would like this... I mean, Professor Dumbledore."

Not far away, Hermione looked at the white misty Christmas tree, his eyes flashing with sparkling brilliance.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Hermione said to Harry.

"Yeah! That's great!" Harry looked like it too.

“I prefer the golden bubbles of Professor Flitwick, they look golden light.” Ron saw Professor Flitwick using his wand to squirt a bunch of golden bubbles and hang them in the new move. The tree of the tree is on the tree.

Next to Hagrid was watching a variety of decorations, just suddenly thought of what it was like, turned to the head and asked: "A few days off?"

“It’s only one day!” Hermione said. “Hey, this reminds me—Harry, Ron, and half an hour to eat, we should go to the library.”

"Oh, yeah, you are right," Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

“Library?” Hagrid said, as they followed them out of the auditorium, “Would you like to take a holiday and read a book? Is it too hard to work?”

"Oh, we are not reviewing homework." Harry said happily to him. "Since you mentioned Nicholas Flamel, we have been trying to figure out who he is."

"What!" Hagrid's expression looked terrified. "Listen to me - I told you, let's stop! The big dog guards nothing to do with you."

“We just want to know who Nicholas Flamel is, nothing else,” Hermione said.

"Are you willing to tell us, lest we should be so troublesome?" Harry said again. "We have turned over at least a hundred books in these days, but even his shadow has not been found - you give us a hint! I Know where I used to see his name."

"I won't say anything," Hagrid said dryly.

“Well, do you still have to ask Marx, Hermione?” Ron said to Hermione.

"I can't say it, Marx is very busy recently, I don't want to bother him." It seems that this is not the first time Ron has asked to ask Marx, but Hermione seems to have never agreed.

"He's not idle at the moment! You see he is still there to help the professors set up the auditorium!" Ron looked at Marx, not far from them, and said with a grudge.

Hagrid stood next to his anger and watched the three children discuss the matter in front of him. He didn't know what to say.

"I can't say it!" Hermione couldn't help but shouted at Ron.

Her voice was obviously a bit loud, and Marx looked back and looked at it in confusion, and after talking to Professor McGonagall, came over here.

"What happened, Hermione? How is it like a hu hu?" he asked curiously.

"No, nothing -" "Marx, who is Nicholas Flamel?" "Don't ask!"

After three quick answers, Marx looked at Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid back and forth, and smiled and said: "Hey - two to one, then I won't say it."

"Hey, do you really know who Nicholas Flamel is?" Hearing Marx seemed to know, Hermione asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to know? You want to know I will tell you." Marx thought - you will know sooner or later.

"No, no." Hermione groaned and hesitated, or shook his head.

Unlike Harry's fears, Hermione really just wants to know who Nicholas Flamel is. After seeing that Marx's progress has far exceeded her, she only wants to catch up with him by her own efforts, even if it is just such a small matter.

Although she is so curious about what is important behind Cerberus Fluffy, for Hermione, how to gain knowledge by her own efforts is the only thing she has to pay attention to.

"Then we had to find it ourselves." Ron saw Marx not answering, and could not help but feel a little depressed.

He thinks Marx has always been his good friend, like Harry - even earlier than knowing Harry. But now, he refuses to tell himself a little answer, he knows who Nicholas Flamel is!

Of course, Ron is just a little unhappy. Friends are friends after all, and Marx always gives homework to him when he needs it.

"That... I went to the library." Hermione saw Ron pulling Harry up to the door, and watching her now!

"Nothing, go!" Marx laughed, he didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's little child. Anyway, after two days, he would definitely come and ask him to borrow A History of Magic paper.

He waved his hand at Hermione, but his mind had already flown somewhere else.

Yes, Nicholas Flamel. Marx had already checked the information about the great Alchemist since he had seen Cerberus Fluffy that night. What made him hesitant was that he was not sure whether he would ask Dumbledore to introduce himself to the Legendary character.

You know, in the near future, Philosopher's Stone, which has one after another and that gives people eternal life, is about to be destroyed.

However, let's not mention whether Dumbledore will agree to his request. The key is that even if he successfully met Nicholas Flamel, what should he do next?

Do you want to talk to Flamel - oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes, you know, about Philosopher's Stone, you won't be able to use it anymore!

In fact, Marx felt that even if he was in front of him, he couldn't understand it at all. What is alchemy? He is not a nodded thread.

After pondering it, he finally gave up - Dumbledore did not intend to use Philosopher's Stone to renew his life. Obviously there must be something in it. He and Flamel are good friends who have been together for a long time.

After denying this tempting plan again, Marx simply left here to go to the responsive house, and he was going to make some preparations for this Christmas.

……

The much-anticipated Christmas holiday is finally here. Many students have chosen to go home for Christmas. Some people have even planned a Christmas short-term family trip party. For the wizard, travel is as simple and convenient as going to work every day, and nearly three weeks of Christmas holidays are almost in use!

On the way to the Hogwarts Express train, everyone laughed and discussed, and it seems that everyone is full of expectations for this Christmas.

Marx still took his light suitcase and let owl Marf stand on his shoulder and sneak off the platform of the Hogwarts Express train - he had to go to Hogsmeade and send the recently prepared potion himself. By the way, we will calculate the earnings so far together.

The popularity of Xianyin potion is very good, and every batch of potion will be sold out in a short time. Although this is very happy, the phenomenon of severely insufficient production has gradually emerged.

In fact, this is no way to do things, the preparation of simple potion profits are usually very transparent, in the magic circle of weak human resources, earning more is always a boutique.

“Those chain stores that make money by small profits but quick turnover are supported by house elf!”

When Marx talked to partner Tyrande about this, the other party clearly told him the news.

“Behind those chain stores, there is usually one, even a few pure-blooded wizard families, which are the industries of the elites.”

"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, once again wish us business is booming!" Marx smiled. "I should go - don't you mind if I use your fireplace?"

"Oh - of course not, cough cough... don't mind, please feel free to use it." Tyrande's bandaged face seemed to have a smile.

Heaven knows He laughs and laughs, this can only be guessed, and he can't see it anyway.

"Lovegood home" "bang!"

"Oh - cough cough cough - plum, Merlin is on!" Tyrande was shaken by the high flames of the fire in the fireplace. "How did he do this? cough cough cough -"

He is not the first person to be scared by the vision created by Marx using the floo powder, and certainly not the last one. This poor guy, he has a greater sense of awe in the mysterious Marx.

"...cough cough, should it be, cough cough cough... should I have a chance to give the original 50, cough cough... 50 gold Galleon back to him better?" Tyrande looked at the air The fireplace, the cough is even worse.