Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In ancient times, wizard's understanding of magic was far more profound and clear than modern ones. It opened up the path of sublimation from "material" to "spirit", and even accurate to every detailed step.

At that time, the wizard had a very high demand for personal innate talent, regardless of physique or wisdom, which was an essential element for every wizard to climb the peak of magic.

For this reason, the wizards who can embark on that road are so amazing that the inheritance is lost.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizard" has been inferior, and the practice environment is even more than one. Even the magical creatures have long lost their instinct to continue to diversify.

As the scientific development of muggle has become more and more prosperous, the group of wizards has already reached the end.

But in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who has extraordinary wisdom and innate talents for the "spirit", has unwittingly embarked on a road that belongs to his own.

He used the "spirit" to smooth out the "material" deficiencies, and used the feelings of life to chew the charm of the rules of the world, and at this moment, like the ancient wizard, touched the peak called "death."

"...sometimes, people are jealous...you should be selfish..."

Voldemort couldn't understand it at all. When Dumbledore said this, his face had a naughty smile like a child.

But the power of his bewildered monument made him feel an unparalleled threat.

"Damn, what happened?"

He cursed with a sigh of relief, then waved wand with the slightest hesitation.

Suddenly, the black gas lingered again, wrapped around him and suddenly expanded into a black ball, followed by a silent collapse in an instant, disappeared into the eyes of everyone in the blink of an eye.

He actually escaped, decisively and quickly, without hesitation.

"run!"

In the group of Death Eaters, I didn't know which one was the first to scream, and then everyone immediately Disapparation, and in the blink of an eye they followed their boss's footsteps and escaped.

The end of the tiger's head, the snake's tail, let the members of the Order of the Phoenix standing in the school gate watching the situation outside have been staring for a long time, and this has to accept the reality.

"Go back, Voldemort will not come back in a short time..."

Dumbledore turned calmly and waved gently at everyone, taking the lead in the direction of the main entrance of the castle. Just as he passed through the Hagrid Cabin, he seemed to glance at Forbidden Forest inadvertently.

Soon, when Dumbledore came to the lawn in front of the castle, he saw a row of stone piers Knight standing in the doorway of the main entrance and the auditorium, and silently performing the task of guarding the school.

Professor McGonagall, standing behind the Knights, immediately smiled and nodded after seeing Dumbledore.

"How is it going?"

Professor McGonagall asked immediately as Dumbledore approached.

Dumbledore nodded said: "Nothing, it’s safe for the time being... I’ll go back and say, let’s arrange the students to go back to the bedroom and sleep now!”

It’s obviously early in the morning! Although the professors certainly have no chance to sleep, the students are at an age when they need to sleep.

When each Head of House returned to the common room with the young wizards, urging everyone to sleep in the bedroom, Dumbledore and Snape went back to the headmaster room.

"Severus, there are some things that you need to pay more attention to, about the child of Marx..."

This night, when Snape stayed in the headmaster room until the sky first glimmers of light, it took his usual cold expression and strode away.

Although he has always been walking like a wind, his robe is often opened like a bat's wings, but this time it seems to be more hurried than before, as if venting his chest and sorrow.

Shortly after Snape left the headmaster room, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and then Dumbledore came out with a strange expression on his face.

"...it seems to have forgotten one person."

As he groaned, he took the automatic escalator downstairs.

At the same time, in the underground tower under the Quiddich stadium, Lockhart is shrinking at the corner of the ice palace on one floor, holding his arms around his knees.

"...I'm Gilderoy Lockhart swears to Merlin, and must learn the knowledge carefully, not lazy, not negative, not swearing, and working hard to be self-reliant, to fight for a qualified wizard!"

"So... can you come to help me personally! I am going to freeze to death - ah - aunt!"

Around him, in addition to the ice wall is still the ice wall, everywhere is braving the chill of the forest, from time to time there are snow fluttering in the air, almost piled him into a snowman.

I don't know if he is guilty of a cold place or a curse. Every time he tries to marry a hero, he will eventually be trapped in a cold place.

This damn ice and snow maze can't be used for Qilian's fire spell?

"Hey ~~~~ Mai, Auntie! McLaren~~~~ Well!" Lockhart's teeth squeaked loudly, and the sound was trembling like Pavarotti's aria. "Save ~~~~命~ ~~~啊~~~~"

Among the uninhabited ice palaces, only Lockhart's tenor is constantly reverberating, with endless bleakness and sadness.

……

Voldemort's offense is like a farce, which is played in the inexplicable part of most people, but it also quietly ended in inexplicable.

And this noisy stage play, Marx did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unnamed passerby.

But only a limited number of people know that the author of most of the scripts is his guy who is far from the deep forests of Albania.

Well, it’s far, but it’s not that far. It’s at least very close to this time.

Today is 6's 29 Day. It has been four days since Voldemort's panicked escape. Even if it counts today, there are only two days left for summer vacation.

At this point, Marx sat in front of the dark bewildered monument as in the past few days, adding the last few pieces to his notes.

To be honest, this black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the mystery contained in it also makes Marx a headache. Based on his current magic knowledge, giving him another ten years may not be able to fully understand this stuff.

Fortunately, Marx doesn't need to be fully understood.

In his case, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the Black Death, and the other is to find effective means to deal with the Black Death.

Of course, if you can learn more about Voldemort's current state and strength, then it would be great.

I have to say that he is still very fortunate - this kind of ancient magic item, the metropolis and the rules are related; some mysteries that others can never understand, but for him is traceable.

When he wrote down the required probe data one by one, it was time to go back.

"... OK, I will be busy after I go back!"

Marx got up and took the clothes and laid the bag, and after everything was packed, he quickly walked away from the main tomb.

Until he walked out of the ancient temple as an entrance, he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved his hand to the alienated Acromantula standing outside.

"Hey! Little guys!" he smiled. "Isn't you thinking of father?"

A group of spiders flashed eight big eyes and looked at him, and he saw a tingling in his eyes. This group of little bastards couldn’t bear to look straight!

Marx's mood is very good. After all, a mind has already had a clear solution to the clue. A big stone in his heart can be settled a little.

Tossing up a series of preparations, in fact, is to come here in the absence of Voldemort's attention, to open the corner of the mystery of the enchanted monument, think it is really blame.

But the content of "The Book of Sin" is placed in front of his eyes, always reminding him that everything needs to be very prepared, otherwise he will regret it for a lifetime.

Lightly sighed in relief, Marx reached out and pulled out from the waist... cough cough... pulled out a suspicious ** with a stiff cartoon chicken.

He shook the unusually fancy ** unconsciously, then extended the wand and clicked, seemingly adjusting. Not long after, he slammed his left hand and then grabbed it with force.

Just the moment when the big yellow chicken on the cock was caught by his neck, the ** actually took him to suddenly spin up and then fell down.

Along with the distortion of the space, he even disappeared into the depths of this quiet and uninhabited jungle.

……

"ao ——!"

Marx This is also the first time to use portkey. Although this is his own production, no one will stipulate who will do it.

In long-distance travel across continents, Apparition is often somewhat unstable. Although others are not as far away as Marx, they can still be important in this long-distance travel. Character.

Portkey's production curse is actually quite simple, because of the abuse of a certain period, the Ministry of Magic opened up an office alone, and strictly controlled this simple and effective magic prop.

Marx cares about this, as long as the magic power fluctuations that occur when arriving at the destination are constrained, the Ministry of Magic simply cannot detect it.

However, this after all is the first time he used it, and he took control of magic power, but he did not expect that this thing would pick up people without mercy.

Oh... how soft is it underneath? Can you say... I am sitting on an innocent passerby?

Marx bowed his head, but saw a familiar silhouette leaning over his buttocks and a head from his legs.

"Well..." Marx grinned apologetically, showing a hearty smile on his legs. "Hey! Good afternoon, let's have a cup of Butterbeer... I treat you!"