Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Once again in the headmaster room, Marx looked at the smiling Dumbledore and felt a tingling scalp.

Occlumency is difficult to practice, and his progress in this stuff can only be said to be normal. When faced with Dumbledore who is proficient in Legilimens, he unconsciously wanted to use it - although Dumbledore didn't even peek into his inner thoughts.

Of course, if he said something in front of Dumbledore, he would definitely feel it, which has almost become his instinct.

Snape is watching the Xianyin potion not knowing what to think, but Professor McGonagall is excited to speak to Dumbledore.

After a while, Professor McGonagall left the headmaster room in Dumbledore's smile. When I passed Marx here, I smiled and nodded him.

"Mr. Mr. MrLorne, I think you spend a lot of time learning knowledge, obviously paying off." Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, his face has never changed. "This was achieved during the First Year. Hogwarts is unique, I don’t think any student can compare with you, whether in the past or in the present."

"Too much award, Professor Dumbledore, I am afraid -"

"It should be expressed when you are proud of this. Depressing it in your heart will only make this glory rot in your heart." Dumbledore looked at Marx with great depth. "I think you should understand what I mean."

What does Dumbledore seem to know? However, what did he know?

"Hey, I think you are right..."

Marx found that it’s true that people are really good at it. In front of such people, it’s hard to have room for their own cleverness. For example, now, he simply doesn't know what to say, and always feels that nothing is wrong.

"So, Severus, what about Dr. McLorne's bottleion? What do you think?" Dumbledore turned to Snape again, as if he wanted to hear his comment.

Snape stared at the potion bottle in his hand for a moment, and then said his judgment.

“It’s not a good idea about the formulation and preparation of this bottle of potion,” Snape said. “But it’s really worthy of praise for its use of fairy wings to achieve invisible purposes. In the past, this material was only used Beauty and entertainment, no one has ever thought that the mystery of the invisible fairy is from their wings."

"Really, almost all wizards think that the invisible effect of the fairy stems from their innate talent magic." Dumbledore also nodded, agreeing with Snape's statement.

Having said that, Dumbledore looked forward to Marx, and his eyes showed a solemnity: "Mr. McLorne, don't know if you would like to send your research results to the International Wizard Federation for judgment? This will allow you to study in the history of potion. Retaining your name will make your invention enjoy the benefits of the Federation for the rest of your life... Of course, after you die, the formula will be published, but I personally think there is nothing wrong with it."

Marx has also considered this issue, and when he listens to Dumbledore, he naturally does not disagree.

"Of course, thank you for your willingness to recommend my potion recipe." He immediately nodded.

Any invention of the wizard needs to be recommended by a federation committee member to be accepted by the federation, and Dumbledore, as the current chairman of the International Wizard Federation, is personally recommended by him, and naturally it would be better.

Once Xianyin potion can get the affirmation of the federation, it will definitely rise in popularity, which is equivalent to giving it a big advertisement with authoritative certification.

"This is a lot of gold Galleon!" Marx couldn't help thinking so.

This time, Dumbledore did not continue to say anything more than Marx. He let Marx go back and prepare three bottles of Xianyin potion, then let him go.

The next day of breakfast, Marx was surrounded by Harry. Harry and Hermione whispered, and Ron felt embarrassed because the wound on his hand was still not good enough to help. Especially Hermione, she has received a lot of help from Marx in some in-depth study. This incident is even more grateful to Marx.

"Just take the exam, we still don't want to interrupt Marx!" After a few chats, Hermione drove Harry and Ron back to Gryffindor's long table.

Yes, unconsciously, the days of the exam will come. It wasn't until then that Marx realized that he had been in Hogwarts for almost a year. Although his progress is obvious to all, he feels that he has a little bit of performance in potion, and other aspects are very general.

To put it bluntly, he didn't consider himself in the "First Year Student" position, but it really does not mean him.

During the last period of time, everyone was nervous about preparing for the upcoming exam, but Marx didn't take it seriously. He didn't think the exam was not important, but because he was too demanding.

Marx has always felt that he may not even reach the level of Auror who just started, and the sense of crisis is always with him. As soon as he thinks about what might happen in the future, he has an urge to apply for Time-Turner.

"And until now, the research progress of the volume of truth has not even been a bit of a sign, it is simply depressed."

Marx couldn't push a stack of manuscript paper aside, the wind outside the window blew gently, and the pages flipped with the wind. If someone is next to him, then he will surely startled - because this piece of manuscript paper that has been bound, every page is full of all sorts of strange symbols.

After Marx tried a variety of interpretation methods and did not gain anything, he decided to try it with a stupid way, that is Linyi. It can be brought to him by thousands of times, but there is no other feeling besides being upset.

"Rowena Ravenclaw calls it the volume of truth, but in this world, what is the truth?" Marx, who had nothing to gain, couldn't help but start thinking about it.

It can be said, but he has a shock.

"Wait, I remember the questions that the Bronze Kitty started with..." Marx gradually picked up the memories he ignored, and he whispered, "'All things in the world, what is the truth' My answer at the time was --"

"Material promotes the appearance, the spirit of deductive rules... the cycle complements each other, and the symbiosis does not die?" He said that he himself was a bit skeptical.

To put it bluntly, it was purely guessing. There is no root cause in Marx's heart, it's just a guess of his deep Magical Theory in the Restricted Section.

But now, it has become a fuzzy breakthrough point.

“That is, as long as you find the connection between spirit and matter, you may find something!” Although not sure, Marx is obviously excited.

In the next few days, the state of Marx showed that he didn't want to get close because he was always in a daze, and he couldn't hear anyone talking to him when he was in a daze. He seems to be immersed in the strange symbols above the scroll of truth, just like being personal.

Fortunately, most people have recently had a tendency to be mentally awkward because the date of the exam is getting closer.

But at a time when everyone was busy with their preparations, a late penalty notice was sent to Marx.

"Oh-yes, yeah, although it doesn't seem to be deduct points, I can't avoid punishment if I can't say it anymore. I've done it myself." Marx shook his head and shook his head. In the pocket of the jacket.

At eleven o'clock that night, Marx came to the foyer and saw that Filch was there waiting for him.

Just as he and Filch big eyes staring at small eyes, Harry and Hermione also came, followed by Neville. Of course, there is Malfoy, who was the leader that night and was caught by Professor McGonagall.

"Follow me," Filch said, lighting up a light and leading them out. "I think that if you want to violate the school rules in the future, you have to think twice, isn't it, huh?"

He squinted at them and continued: "Oh-yeah! If you want to ask me, I have to say that working and suffering is the best Teacher... I am sorry, they abolish the old-fashioned punishment of the past. Ways - Hanging your wrists, hanging you on the ceiling, hanging for a few days. I still have those chains in my office, often oiling them, maybe one day will come in handy - - Ok, let's go, don't think about running away. If you run away, you have no good fruit to eat."

Marx didn't even care about Filch's complaints and jealousy. He was always busy with time and wanted to find some inspiration from thinking and speculation!

They strode through the dark ground. Neville kept snoring and Harry kept wondering what kind of punishment they would be subjected to - it must be very terrifying, otherwise Filch's tone would not be so cheerful.

Today's moonlight is very clean, but when it is not usual, clouds will drift over and cover it up, leaving a darkness to the earth.

They can see the windows that reflect the lights in the Hagrid cabin, which is not hard to find at night. Then they heard a shout from the distance.

"Is it you, Filch? Hurry, I am leaving."

Harry suddenly felt a bit of joy - if they were to work with Hagrid, it would not be too bad.

His face immediately showed such a relief, but he listened to Filch and said, "Do you think you will have fun with that idiot? Let's think about it, kid - you are going to Forbidden Forest! You can come out safely, even if I guess it is wrong."

When he heard this, Malfoy slammed into the footsteps.

“Forbidden Forest?” he said, his voice was far less calm than usual. “We can't go in the middle of the night, there is everything there – I heard werewolf!”

“Werewolf wouldn't like to live in Forbidden Forest,” Marx suddenly started talking. “There is no room for them to live safely in normal.”