Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In general, Marx doesn't have much interest in the Weasley family. As I said before, he has never liked this lively scene.

Ron is just a member of the future trio, and there are too many stories involved. Although Marx has been unable to remember many details, it does not prevent him from wanting to know Ron. In his opinion, this is the breakthrough mouth closest to Harry, Hermione and the others.

Of course, it doesn't need to be too deep.

On the same day, Marx and Luna had lunch at the Weasley Family and then spent an afternoon at The Burrow before returning to Lovegood.

It is worth mentioning that he has already made an appointment with Mrs. Weasley, who will go to Diagon Alley next month to purchase the necessary necessities for admission - Ron has also received a notice of admission to Hogwarts.

The days at Lovegood have been very fast, and Marx talks with Luna every day. Sometimes the conversation may be a bit of a slap in the face, but most of the time I talk about it.

However, the happy days always seem short, the time flies quickly, and soon it is time to say good to Mrs. Weasley. That morning, Marx said goodbye to Luna's father and daughter, then took his suitcase and stepped into the Lovegood home's fireplace again.

I have lived in the Luna home for almost a month, and no matter how cheeky, Marx is also supposed to say goodbye. Of course, before leaving, Marx helped Mr. Lovegood fix the broken fence, which left him a good impression.

At the end of the last minute, Luna showed some disappointing expression for the first time. Marx wonders, is this a pretty good start? To be honest, he is still very fond of this young girl who is sometimes smart and sometimes off-line, although he has not yet reached the level he likes.

"bang!"

Just as Marx arrived at Diagon Alley, Luna and her father were staring blankly at the empty fireplace. Obviously, this time someone finally found out that Marx had a vision when using floo powder - they were scared.

The tall green flames swept past them, almost to Mr. Lovegood's robes, and if he stood closer, he would probably go to Diagon Alley with Marx.

……

The place where Marx and Mrs. Weasley made the appointment was Potage's Cauldron Shop, which was behind Leaky Cauldron. According to Ron, he doesn't have to buy anything, because he will use second-hand goods that Charlie used.

"Except for a new cauldron, because Charlie's mouth is missing." Ron, who said this, looked reluctant. "I would rather miss a "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1", that More expensive, and not too stupid."

When Marx stood in front of the cauldron shop and looked into the room, he found that he was probably a little earlier.

"In a word, go to Gringotts first!" Marx looked around and decided to follow the original plan.

Gringotts is a magic circle only one after another, owned by Goblin, which has branches throughout World. Goblin provides services related to depositing and renting Vaults, and of course, corners such as currency exchange.

At the entrance of several Goblin's cockroaches, Marx walked into the marble hall of Gringotts. As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the busy but orderly scenes inside.

About a hundred or so Goblin sat on a high stool behind a row of long counters. Some used copper balances to weigh coins, and some used eyepieces to check gems, while registering them on the big books. There are countless doors in the hall that lead to different places, and many Goblin guide customers to and from these doorways.

To be honest, this kind of scene is rare. Marx stood at the door for a while and then walked over to the counter that nailed the name of the “muggle currency exchange office”.

"Time is money, my friend," Marx looked at a young Goblin on the high stool, and couldn't help but swear a quote, then asked, "What is the exchange rate of the pound?"

"Oh--Yes, yes," Goblin hearing this in the counter, his eyes jerked brightly, and he seemed to hear something sensible. He examined Marx carefully, and he replied, "Today's British pound exchange rate is 5.01. , distinguished guests, do you need to redeem? The handling fee is 1.5."

Marx quickly took most of his money out of the suitcase and deposited it in Gringotts after the redemption process. He left 100 gold Galleon for himself.

"I am very happy to serve you, I wish you a lot of money!" At the end, Goblin was happy with him with a sharp voice.

Just as Marx walked to the gate, he vaguely heard a familiar scream behind him.

"Time is money, my friend!"

"It's really moving." Marx grinned and left here with a cheerful pace.

"Well, where are you going next? Or will you go around first?"

Just as Marx was thinking about going there, his gaze was drawn by another smashing road opposite Gringotts.

Diagon Alley's shop is already crowded, but it looks obviously narrower, and even the light is covered by grotesque buildings, making people feel a little gloomy.

Marx squatted in the same place and walked there.

The three shops at the intersection closed the door, and the window was thickly draped with thick velvet curtains. The name of the store on the door was not clear, and it was obviously ruined for some time.

Going a few more steps inside, a small shop called "Giant Spider" is opening the door of the store, which seems to have a lot of weird creatures in the cage, which reminds him of a piece of content on the shopping list - —Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

Maybe it’s not bad to go in. Anyway, he came too early today and there is still a lot of time.

“Welcome, younger guests.” In the innermost part of the store, an old witch wearing a wide-brimmed hooded whispered with a gloomy hoarse voice, “...please take a look.”

Marx glanced over there and then looked at the creatures in the cages on both sides.

To put it bluntly, he is just looking at it. Most of the creatures inside don't know him, but this does not hinder his curiosity.

Suddenly, he saw a black owl, which looked big and was at least two laps larger than the one in the "咿 owl shop" that passed by.

“What kind of owl is this?” Marx turned his head and asked the old witch inside.

"Long eared 鸮 (xiao), originated in Sumatra, good at hunting and warning, good at predicting the advent of earthquakes and tsunami." The old witch said in a vague voice, the dry and chapped lips opened and closed, the lack of skew A yellow tooth is clearly visible.

Marx looked at the owl in the cage again and saw that he was looking at himself quietly. He asked, "How much?"

The old witch pouted and laughed, and the stiff smile was creepy. "Twenty gold galleons, mister."

Marx glanced at the old witch and his expression didn't change. "Get it, madam, I am not the helper of Hogwarts."

The old witch hesitated to look up and down Marx, then lifted the back that had been bowed a little, and the voice of the voice became bigger. "Oh, sir, fifteen gold galleons are not expensive."

This time, Marx didn't even look at her. She turned and walked out, and the pace was as fast as fleeing.

"Wait, wait for Mr., ten, no... eight, at least eight!" The old witch suddenly shouted.

Marx hearing this Go back and don't cut it down. He estimated that although there is still a lot of profit in this price, it is almost the same, and it is estimated that the bargaining price can not be bought.

“The deal.” Marx took out eight gold Galleons on the counter and then picked up the cage and walked out of the store.

"Wait! The price of the cage is to be counted!" The old witch chased the door, only to find that Marx had disappeared into the crowd on the street.

At this point, she stood at the door and was surprised to find that this old witch is actually two meters high!

"Damn! It's a nasty little dwarf, just like the American gang Vampire!" The old witch couldn't find the target, and only went back to the soul-mouthed.

Marx certainly didn't run far. He just walked two steps and then got into a shop called "Mero's Junk Shop".

“Welcome to Mero's Junk Shop, here's everything, you can pick it up!” A little man who is shorter than Marx suddenly slams out from behind a shelf, and the sharp voice is half a tune higher than Groring's Goblin. .

"I am jealous."

Marx said casually, pulling out a large basket from the side of the shelf... Oh no, half a wand. The half of the wand was scarred, and there were several deep scratches on the rod. Even the dirty core of the rod could be seen at the fracture.

“Is this a treasure?” Marx looked at the half stick in his hand and his expression was strange.

But the short wizard seems to think it’s a baby. He waved his hands and excitedly shouted. “Oh, yes! Grindelwald used the wand, yew, dragon’s heart, 14 and 4 Three inches... I mean, ever."

Marx sighed, throwing this half of wand back into the basket.

Later, Marx picked up a few gadgets on the shelf, and the dwarf danced around him, screaming a series of stories that sounded fake enough to seem to be counting on Marx.

Just as Marx put down his hand and was ready to leave, his eyes suddenly caught, and the gap in the shelf faintly flashed a blue eye that was not too eye-catching!

Marx immediately removed his gaze and pretended to squat down to look at other goods, but he had a plan in mind.