Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Unlike the warm Christmas party at Lovegood's home, Hogwarts' Christmas party has only one word to describe it, that is – magnificent!

Just a hundred shiny roast turkeys, hill-like char-grilled beef and salt-boiled potatoes, a large plate of delicious small sausages, a bowl of bowl of buttered green peas, a dish of thick scent With meat marinade and cranberry sauce, the sumptuous dishes are mouth watering.

A few steps along the dinning table, there are huge piles of wizard packs firecracker waiting for you. These wonderful color pack firecrackers are not like the shabby ordinary firecracker that the muggle family usually buys - there are only a few small plastic toys and a very unsound paper hat.

Harry and Fred had smoked a colorful package firecracker. It wasn't a squeaky noise, but a popping like a cannon bombing, swallowing them all in a blue smog and blowing a blast from it. The top navy's hat, and a few lively white mice.

Dumbledore on the main table was replaced by a lace hat that I didn't know where I came from, decorated with a cluster of bright flowers. He is now immersed in Professor Flitwick's little what a joke, and he laughs happily!

After the main meal, it is a red christian pudding like a flame, and occasionally someone will eat some crescent-shaped silver tablets. Percy won the prize - he almost smashed his neat incisors.

"Albus, you lick those Christmas trees, this is a small gift that Mr. McLorne left us before leaving." Professor McGonagall patted Dumbledore's elbow gently, and she giggled, no longer the usual stern look. .

"Oh, yes, it's a good child." Dumbledore looked at the festive Christmas tree and nodded happily.

Professor Flitwick also echoed Professor McGonagall's words and showed them to Dumbledore as the little ornaments Marx did, apparently quite satisfied with Marx, a great student.

Snape, sitting next to him, is still indifferent in this happy day. He looked at the white misty Christmas trees and didn't know what to think about.

Just as everyone was elated, an owl flew in from the auditorium with various parcels and dispersed in all directions.

"what happened?"

Even the professors didn't figure out why owl would fly in at this time. Only Dumbledore smiled and looked at the scene in front of him, with a gratifying expression on his face.

It didn't take long for the person who received the package to understand, this is a Christmas gift from Marx McLorne.

"When did he learn the tricks of the Weasley brother?" Snape said coldly, but didn't want a small parcel to fall right in front of him.

Snape frowned, tearing the layers of the package away, but looking at the things inside - it was a bottle of Fuling.

Every successful preparation of Fuling agent usually only produces as little as a small thumb. The preparation process is extremely complicated, and its average preparation is often more than half a year.

Marx got a lot of inspiration from Snape's discussion, shortening the preparation time to two months, but at the cost of a sharp drop in performance.

This Christmas, Marx spent a lot of gold Galleon, bought this bottle of full-effect Fuling from his partner as a Christmas gift he gave to Snape. This is Marx's sincere gratitude to Snape for his guidance to himself.

It takes the longest time for Marx to give Luna the gift. The Snape gift is undoubtedly the most expensive one.

Snape pulled out the stopper, smelled it in front of his nose, and then silently stuffed the stopper back.

"Severus, I said so well?" Dumbledore said to Snape with a smile.

Snape took a sip of the mouth and expressed it relucided. "It just costs money."

Not to mention the situation in the main table, the following students also received gifts from Marx.

For example, Hermione, she is now holding a cartoon lion puppet in her arms, reading a small note that Marx has left on it - the sleeping flower seeds in this puppet can improve the quality of sleep. Learn hard to rest while studying hard.

Ron got the latest set of wizard wars - this is Marx's transfiguration exercise, unlike ordinary wizard, which is a combination of powerful creatures and various wizards. Chess board games look pretty cool.

Harry found that the gift he had received seemed to be the most peculiar of the three of them!

"What is this? Brain - closed - surgery?" Harry looked at a note taken from the parcel and read the words on the cover one word at a time.

“Occlumency?” Hermione curiously said, “What is that?”

Harry flipped through the contents, but found that it was a Marx handwritten note, the theory recorded in it was quite complicated, and he was a little confused.

"Show me," Hermione grabbed the past and looked at it carefully.

As Hermione looked down at the note, Ron and Harry came to me and guessed.

"Marx wants you to learn this... brain... secretion, right?" Ron said. "What is it for?"

Harry shook his head. How did he know what it was? It seems that I have never heard of it.

"Then you can't learn?" Ron said again. "Marx lets you learn, that should be true."

It seems that Marx's previous guess was correct, and Ron wouldn't have been angry with him for more than three days.

"Well, first figure out what it is?" Harry said, looking at Hermione with Ron.

After a while, Hermione looked up and was a little confused.

"According to what Marx said on the previous pages, this magic called 'Occlumency' is a defensive magic that resists external spiritual penetration and prevents others from reading the user's thoughts," Hermione said. Said that it has a strong resistance to a spell called 'Legilimens'."

"But what's the use of this? Who wants to read my thoughts?" Harry confused.

"Who knows? I am afraid this is only to ask Marx himself." Hermione is also very confused.

Only Ron didn't take this too seriously. He smiled and said: "Marx said that letting you learn and learning, he can't be wrong."

Just as Gryffindor trio was talking about it, a student at the Slytherin table not far away received a Marx gift.

“The little buddy Blois actually has a share? What is the situation?” The snakes are talking about it, but no one wants to take care of her.

It was the mysterious young girl who had a very low level of feeling at school, Wynie Blois.

Wynie unpacked the parcel with no expression, took the gift inside and laid it flat on the table. She also got a note, and it looked thicker, bigger, and stronger.

She turned her notes into a neat and concise style, documenting the botanical history, ecological distribution, cultivation methods and application value of a plant. Apparently, Marx also spent a lot of time thinking about this gift - he re-extracted his hand to give Wynie a copy.

Behind this note, there are still more than half of the vacancies. Obviously, Wynie, who is not good at summing up, can continue to record in this format.

Wynie carefully stroked the cover of this note, although there was still no emotion on her face, but it was enough to make people understand that she really liked this intimate gift.

"Thank you." Wynie's voice was so low that she could not hear it, but it was still the first time she said her gratitude, but Marx didn't know it.

There is so much doubt in this fascinating young girl. Feelings are scarce enough to be fearful, speech is scarce enough to be confusing, and the appearance is refined to create an inhuman illusion. There are indications that there are too many secrets hidden in her body, but no one knows the truth.

And this, I am afraid, is why Marx is interested in her.

Today, this mysterious young girl shows a gap in emotional expression for the first time, but Marx is still in the distant Lovegood home.

This has to be said to be a pity.

When everyone regained their attention on the dinning table, everything just faded away and melted into the once-hot Christmas atmosphere.

Until everyone went crazy after a meal for an afternoon, the seemingly calm but undercurrent night will come.

This is the most exciting Christmas in Harry's life. I could always haunt him in his mind, and the thing that was slowly dissipated was only re-earthed after he was lying on the bed.

He was thinking about the mysterious Christmas gift that was in the early morning of this day, Invisibility Cloak, and the unknown person who gave Invisibility Cloak to him.

Sending Christmas presents at a party like Marx is a special case. Generally speaking, when you wake up on Christmas Day, you will find them from the fireplace or the bedside.

Harry didn't expect to receive a gift this morning, but when he woke up, he found that the Christmas gift he received was quite rich. The most surprising of these was an Invisibility Cloak that was given to him by an unsigned person.

There is a note in it, it is written like this: Your father left this thing for me before he died, and it should be returned to you now. Good use, I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas.

The beautiful swashes look pleasing to the eye, but the content makes Harry almost tangled all day.

At this point, Ron's stomach was stuffed with turkey and cake, and nothing strangely bothered him, so he almost fell asleep as soon as he got out of bed. The speed at which I fell asleep made Harry a little embarrassed.

Harry turned over and over in bed, and after all, he came out from the bed and pulled out the invisibility cloak under the bed.