Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Hermione faced the ferocious and venomous Voldemort, Marx's face was showing a smile of excitement.

"Ha! Finally - finally got it!"

He sat in the responsive room, and there was a parchment on the table in front of him, with a character flashing a wonderful ice blue glow. Even more surprising is that the entire parchment exudes a faint chill, and even the ice debris spreads and condenses on the surface.

“Sure enough,” Marx exclaimed. “It’s amazing! This is the rule, it represents the cooling rules of matter! This is the connection between spirit and matter!”

He carefully took the roll of truth out of his arms—it was placed in a cylinder by Marx, and as he slowly unfolded, each and everyone symbols were sending him all kinds of information.

“These – each one represents a rule?” Marx moved his eyes slowly, looking at the each and everyone's symbol, and sighed, “It’s unimaginable, who is one after another Discovered and recorded on top of this scroll... This is really the 'volume of truth', and it is recorded in the past, it is the unchanging truth!"

Although he still can't parse the above rule rune, but with a good beginning, I believe that the next difficulty will be much lower.

"Well, today is very late, go to sleep first!" he said casually, reloading the roll of truth, and then carefully put it back in his arms.

Marx made a stroke on the rune that represented the cooling, and the rune immediately lost its effectiveness, and the ice crystals no longer continued to increase. For this time, a small part of the whole table was eroded by the cold, and the edge was already covered with ice.

It can be seen that rune works at a speed, but as long as it is not destroyed, it will continue to proceed, and formidable power can be seen.

He packed everything, and then he took a sip of Xianyin potion and left the room.

The late night Hogwarts is as dark as ever, but Marx has long been accustomed to it. He went down the building lightly, and the speed of the light road was fast, but there was no sound.

Suddenly, he slammed his foot and his eyes were rounded, as if he had seen something incredible.

“Quirrell!” Marx stared at the silhouette from the fourth floor corridor and quickly went downstairs. The face was incredible. “What is in his hand? Philosopher's Stone?”

Marx knew what he had missed, and the Philosopher's Stone was revealed when Quirrell's sleeves floated, revealing a hint of golden light, especially in the dark.

"How is it possible!" Marx hurried to follow up. He was in stealth at the moment and was discovered by Quirrell.

Quirrell is fast, Marx is faster. The dark time at Torpoint was not white, his speed was extremely fast, and he followed Quirrell steadily, but the other party did not find him.

When the two turned a corner, Marx was surprised again.

"Hermione?"

Perhaps it was just too much to pay attention to Philosopher's Stone's golden glow, or because the angle was wrong, until now, he discovered Hermione that Quirrell put in his hands.

She seems to have been applied magic, and is stunned by Quirrell, but it is as light as the air.

"What to do?" Marx hesitated. He couldn't easily do it.

This happened again, although Marx had prepared a response because of the lessons of Luna last time. But at this critical moment, his heart was once again picked up.

No matter how effective the means, there will always be a fear that there will be a case, and he decides to wait.

Although I don't know why Dumbledore hasn't appeared yet, Marx believes that the unfathomable great white wizard will definitely keep it in his hands.

All the way to follow, both sides are very fast, and soon came to the gate of Hogwarts.

The purpose of Quirrell is to leave Hogwarts, but within the castle but not Disapparation, then he must escape from this range, and have a chance!

It was all the way to Hagrid's cabin, but still didn't see Dumbledore appear - he couldn't wait.

Marx reached for the inside of the robe, then jerked and threw a pink bottle straight to Quirrell. Following him wand a finger, the bottle suddenly shattered, and a pink mist shrouded Quirrell.

“Incendio!” Marx wand took a stroke and precisely controlled the flame to form a circle of flame on the ground, circle Quirrell and pink mist together.

"Hold your breath!" A low voice sounded, but then he said, "Idiot! I have to spend extra effort to do it myself."

That is Voldemort!

As he spoke, while controlling Quirrell stepped across the ring of fire, even the corners of his clothes were not burning, it should be the role of the frozen curse.

Quirrell, who came out of the flame, his eyes sparkling with the sparkle's fineness, which looked a little scary.

"The atomization effect of hypnotics is still too low," Marx stared at him calmly, but his hands kept on.

"Protego." "Reducto!"

The two spells were almost done at the same time, but Marx seemed to be a little earlier, and Voldemort's curse was blocked. Not only that, Voldemort's curse was even bounced back by the magic shield that appeared in front of Marx. Voldemort quickly slammed, Reductor Curse's rays of light brushed around him, and the cuffs became ruined.

"It seems to be still weak," Marx carefully judged Voldemort's state and waved wand again - he wanted to suppress Voldemort and prevent him from threatening him with Hermione.

"Expelliarmus !" "Protego !"

It is a mantra that almost screams at the same time. On the surface, it seems that the two have little difference in the application of actual combat, but Marx knows clearly that Voldemort's physical strength is a big problem. He is squatting at the moment, obviously making people feel that there is more than enough strength.

"Expelliarmus" is just a low-pitched spell, and the spell's formidable power is constantly changing with the user's strength. A slender red-red magic power beam from Marx tip broke the magic power shield in front of Voldemort, and Quirrell's wand swung in the air, leaving the opponent's palm.

"Stupefy!"

At the same time as a spell was released, Marx walked like a fly, breaking out his fastest speed. He wants to take Hermione back as soon as possible so that he can better defend the advantage that is not easy to get.

"Three steps... two steps... it's almost a little... enough!" Marx counted the distance in his heart, and after using Hermione, he used all his strength to look back.

Just as Marx settled down, he caught sight of Hermione's horrified look.

The next moment, a big hand came out from behind Marx and slammed his neck. It is so powerful that even the nails are embedded in his skin.

The other hand grabbed Marx's wand and took it over.

"Okay, very good! This is very good!" Voldemort's voice came from behind Marx, full of anger. "I haven't seen such a young wizard with innate talent for a long time."

"You should be Marx McLorne? Quirrell and I mentioned you..." he said, Gloomy Sen, "First Year, only First Year can do this, it's really unbelievable."

"hehe." Marx was dry and laughed. "Where is it compared to you! I thought that your strength is Supreme, the great Dark Lord!"

"hmph," Voldemort sneered. "I'm rarely heard of such awkward words."

"No, I am telling the truth!" Marx's neck was squatting, which made him a little breathless. He tried hard to squeeze out the next sentence, "I just want to save my friend, but I am against you. There is no hostility, this is true! I swear to Merlin!"

"Well, if you are my hostage, obedient, then-" Voldemort's contemptuous words have not been finished, and he discovered what changed, which made him stop what he wanted to say.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort frowned, staring at a position not far away, where a silhouette appeared.

"It seems that I am still late." Dumbledore looked at him intently, his eyes flashing with ignorance or regret.

Marx looked at Dumbledore's silhouette and knew that he wanted to surprise himself before he set himself up with a Disillusionment Charm. Unexpectedly, it was still a step late, and he was preempted by Voldemort.

Really bad luck!

Marx thought secretly, but his mouth opened again: "Dumbledore, I have already voted for the Dark Lord! Do you know? I don't need your help, the great Dark Lord is right! Dark magic is that every wizard should be The ultimate magic of pursuing, you stubborn old man with a big beard will not understand!"

Marx changed his way to Voldemort, but he secretly gave Dumbledore his eyes and motioned to take Hermione as soon as possible.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the Marx brief remark, as if it was really stimulated by Marx's words.

“hmph oh,” Voldemort sneered. “It seems, you really think so – I can understand that I have experienced it at your age. Especially you are equally smart, and also have deep knowledge of powerful magic. Deep desire..."

"In your curse, I can feel the destructive power of the yearning. Ok, if you can help me to leave, I will give you a Death Eater seat."

As a child, there are always various disadvantages and benefits. How to apply them flexibly and make the bad things become benefits, it depends on the individual's ability, such as contempt. At this moment Voldemort is still arrogant as always, which makes him unable to see the truth of things as Dumbledore does.

Marx just made a mess of Dumbledore's smashing, which made Voldemort feel good about him. Although this good feeling is true or false, it is not known, but it is a temporary security.

He left with Voldemort and Dumbledore moved, but stayed where it was. Behind Dumbledore, Hermione lying on the ground stared at Marx and walked away, his eyes flickering, his eyes blurred by tears.