Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After visiting Marx, he found that the Chamber of Secrets, which is not too big, has taken up most of the space by the bookshelf.

As you can see below, on the smooth slate floor, there are also two metal slides – the bookshelf can slide left and right.

For this reason, there is only a gap between the bookshelves for one person to pass through, and the other places are closely tied together. If someone needs to rummage through another shelf, they can push the bookshelf to adjust the gap to the position you want.

“Why don’t you give an Extension Charm here?” Marx wondered.

It's really unbelievable, but here is the Chamber of Secrets by Rowena Ravenclaw. But here, there is no magical smell - even without stretching the space to expand the space, but physically use every inch of space here, the entire Chamber of Secrets is quite sturdy.

"I didn't say it before! In the Hogwarts range, the space has been reinforced!" Bronze Kitty Loudly said, "'Reinforcement', understand? Every space-related magic can't be used unless it's before reinforcement As long as it is preset at Hogwarts, nothing else will take effect."

“That is,” Marx looked at the road thoughtfully. “Here is it later opened up?”

The bronze eagle blinked and flew to the top edge of the bookshelf, staring at Marx, who was reading the book, for a while.

"There is a taste of the old fellow of Salazar, and I like to talk to others if nothing happens." It whispered softly.

After a while, seeing that Marx was standing there reading a book and getting fascinated, it was started talking: "Don't look at those books, you have time to come here later."

"Now, come to the desk first." The bronze eagle vacated and fluttered his wings to a small scaffold on the desk.

Marx hearing this reluctantly closed the book, but did not want to put it back in his hand.

"Sit and sit, there has been no one sitting for a long time." The eagle stretched out his wings. "Open the middle drawer, there is a box inside, take it out."

There is nothing in the drawer except the old wooden box with a bronze wrap.

“What's inside?” Marx asked curiously, but didn't open it easily.

"Don't worry! It's just a piece of paper. Rowena calls it the 'volume of truth'." The little eagle said, "But whether it is the name or not, no one knows."

Marx carefully opened the scorpion and found that there was only one roll of paper bound by a ribbon, and a fine blue flannel was placed underneath.

Just as he was ready to pick it up, the secret was interrupted by the eagle.

“Now you have the right to make a choice,” it said. “Open it, do everything in its power to understand it, and then help your school solve a problem left over from the past; or, close the box and not touch it. Trouble, let it wait for the next candidate to continue this choice."

Marx couldn't help but bow. He frowned and asked, "What good is it? Or, what is the downside?"

"If I choose the latter, can I still read the book here?"

It can be seen that those books are very attractive to Marx. Just now, he just looked at one of them roughly and saw how precious these books are.

"Book, of course you can see. No matter which one you choose, or even make a choice, you can come here anytime. But the chance of choosing is only this time, you have to understand this." The eagle answered in a calm tone. Road.

Marx flipped the cover back as soon as he heard it, but when the wooden box was about to be reclosed, he stopped his movements.

He remembered the phrase that the eagle had just said: Rowena called it "the roll of truth."

This means that for Rowena Ravenclaw, what is recorded on this book is the name that can be called "truth".

"I'm afraid, all the books here add up, there is no such a thin piece of paper in the scorpion." He could not help but think so.

"What's the problem with Hogwarts, can you tell me first?" Marx hesitated.

The little eagle shook his head quite humanistically. It said, "I don't know, maybe the broken hat will know it! Its owner's mouth is fast, maybe when it will leak."

It was paused and put on a serious tone: "But I want to remind you that Rowena has not told me the answer to this question, are you sure you want to know?"

After hearing it, Marx's brow wrinkled even tighter.

To be honest, people who are a little bit afraid will not choose to pick it up, but Marx can't restrain his curiosity and desire to know. He knows that since receiving the Hogwarts Admission Notice, he has been deeply involved in the exploration of magic knowledge and is not self-explanatory.

Marx, who was originally a person who likes to explore this mysterious knowledge. For the "volume of truth" at hand, he can hardly refuse, even if he already knows that there may be a big trouble waiting for him.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a long time, he opened the lid again and put his hand in...

The next morning, the sun was just outcropping, and the first touch of the sun was spilled into Hogwarts Castle. Many students are still lingering in their sleep, but Marx has already got up early.

Or, he didn't sleep at all last night.

When he was sent back to the door of the Ravenclaw common room, the bronze eagle who fell back on the door knocker opened the door and then he was staring at Helena for a long time.

He said a lot of good words, and he tried to calm down the ghost lady who was not very good-tempered. Then she smirked at her with a pile of some, and then dragged her tired body back to the Hufflepuff student dormitory.

"The next test will be a reward for your research on the 'volume of truth.'" This is the last sentence of the bronze eagle.

When he was lying in bed thinking about how long he could sleep, he found that he couldn't sleep at all, and his head was all the strange words he saw on the "volume of truth."

Marx has seen a lot of books about ancient runes before, but I have never seen anything like that.

The circle of strokes is a bit like a squiggly word, but each word is distinct; a rough look seems to be twisted out by children at will, but it can be found under strict contrast, but it is obviously a special Text.

What makes Marx even more amazing is that every character in it really contains magic power.

As he looks, the characters will diverge from the fluctuations of magic power and convey a variety of different information to him. Although he does not understand exactly what the information is expressing, it does not prevent him from being fascinated by it.

The most important thing is: When Marx tried to pick up Quill Lin, he found that he wrote something that looked like it, but it was just a normal character - he couldn't feel any feeling in it.

He thought for a long time in bed, until dawn, he did not come up with anything of value.

In the next few weeks, the days passed quietly.

After the last Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets trip, his life was getting busier. Although Hermione often ran to discuss a few questions about learning with him, other times were filled with various studies.

“Is it time to apply for a Time-Turner?”

One day, Marx sat on the reading desk of the library and looked at more and more Shushan in front of him, could not help but think so. But in a flash, he was immediately denied by himself.

“I always feel that there will be more things to study, or forget it...”

Marx opened his mind to the curiosity of Time-Turner, and stretched his mind to reinvigorate the spirit. He wanted to continue to invest in the research, but did not want a voice to come from himself.

“Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?”

Marx turned around and immediately saw the huge silhouette of Hagrid.

Hagrid kicked Harry, who was not far away, and they went and hid something behind them. He wore a mole coat and looked very out of place.

Marx saw it at a glance, it was a book about dragons.

"Dragon?" Marx squinted a few times and his expression was a bit stunned.

He watched as Hagrid lowered his voice and Harry whispered a few of them and left. Immediately after they said a few words, Hermione went to the place where Hagrid had just turned and took several books back.

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon. When I first saw him, he said this to me." Marx heard Harry say so.

“But it’s illegal,” Ron said. “At the Wizard conference in 1709, the bill prohibiting raising dragons was officially passed. This is something everyone knows. If we raise dragons in the back garden, it’s hard not to let Muggle noticed us."

Ron was talking, and suddenly stopped.

"And, it's hard to tame them. It's very dangerous. You should really look at the burned places on Charlie, all of which were left by Romanian wild dragons."

"But there is no wild dragon in Britain?" Harry asked curiously.

“Of course,” Ron said. “There are Common Welsh Green and Hebriding Black Dragon. I can tell you that the Ministry of Magic has a job of concealing the existence of these wild dragons. Our wizards have to often see those The wild dragon's muggles recited the curse and made them forget about it."

Hermione leaned forward and seemed to want to say something in the upper body, but she didn't speak yet, and she turned her head back.

"Marx, are you coming together?" she said, "Hagrid's hut."

Marx thought about it and found that he should take a break.

"Then go and take a look! Maybe Hagrid really got one, and I have a chance to take a close look at this powerful creature. I think it's not bad." He smiled and nodded.