Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Sorry, Harry. I didn't know that night -"

In the school hospital, Marx stood in front of Harry's bed and apologized.

"No, it's okay," Harry said immediately. "The ones you did later are the biggest gains of this action. I should thank you for it!"

"Yeah! If you don't... Oh! It's scary to think about it." Ron followed Harry's words.

Except for Dumbledore, I am afraid that Ron is the one who feels the most. For a young wizard born in the pure-blood family, there is nothing more frightening than Voldemort's resurrection.

"That's true," Dumbledore said. "This time, thanks to Mr. McLorne, I was late. If he didn't use smart talent to swindle Voldemort, he made a decisive shot at the last moment. The result is completely different. It is."

"Professor Dumbledore, what happened to Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked, taking advantage of the opportunity.

“Well,” Dumbledore laughed. “Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed.”

“Sure enough? There seems to be no change in this.” Marx couldn’t help but think.

“Destroy?” Harry asked inexplicably. “But your friend, Nicholas Flamel, he—”

"Oh, do you still know Nicholas?" Dumbledore asked, his tone very happy. "You made this very clear, is it? Is it like this? Nicholas talked to me and we agreed that this is the best." The way."

"But, as a result, he and his wife are going to die, aren't they?"

"They have some immortality medicines that are enough for them to get things right. Then, yeah! They will die."

Seeing Harry's horrified expression, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

“I know that it seems incredible for people like you,” he said. “But for Nicholas and Perenal, death is actually like going to bed after a long day. Resting. And, for those who are very clear-headed, death is just another great adventure."

"You know, Philosopher's Stone isn't really a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want and how long you get lifespan, you can get what you want! These two different things are what humans want most, but the problem is that humans I just like to choose something that is not good for them."

Marx was listening to it, but couldn't understand the meaning.

For him, the most lacking is probably time. He has a lot of things to do, and there are a lot of things to study... I’m afraid I will not be able to do it all my life.

"No, maybe, death is really the beginning of another adventure."

Marx contrasts with his own twists and turns, and suddenly produces a vague understanding. Unfortunately, this concept is equally remote for him. Even if he has experienced it once, he still knows nothing about it.

He glanced at Dumbledore and he felt that the white wizard was as unfathomable as the rumors.

"Right, Marx, that war game level is --" Ron suddenly patted Marx's arm and asked.

"en? War chess level?" Marx looked blank and Dumbledore was laughed.

“Is that level good?” he smiled. “Professor McGonagall replaced my original wizard chess with the witch chess he invented by Marx under my proposal. That is fun, I personally like it.”

“Hey?” Marx said, “Professor, although I am very happy that you will like my gift, but...”

He would like to say that it is really good to replace such an important level.

Dumbledore continued: "Not only that, but inspired by you and Harry, I personally designed the last level. Yes, yes, that is the Legendary story of King Arthur..."

"Oh - I am sorry for that, I asked Voldemort to discover the secret." Hermione hearing this could not help but reveal a sly expression.

"But you have shown courage, Miss Granger, I don't think this is what ordinary students can do."

"Oh, thank you, but -"

Marx patted Hermione's shoulder and laughed at her. "Nothing, you've done a good job."

"Yeah! If you change me, you may be scared to fight!" Ron said. "And, if Quirrell didn't think of taking you hostage, you might have drowned in the water!"

Hermione retired halfway because of Marx's action on her shoulder. In Marx's strange eyes, she whispered: "Oh, thank you..."

Marx didn't know how she was. In fact, he didn't notice the existence of Hermione at the time. Although this is no stranger to him, but I have to say that the heart of the little girl is still very sensitive.

Dumbledore watched their every move, his wrinkled face, and the warm smile never changed.

Later, Harry mentioned Snape again. Although he already knows the cause and effect, he is always worried about it. However, Dumbledore told him that Snape had owed a life to Harry's father.

For Snape, it is even more unacceptable to save him than the enemy. So, he hated Harry's father, but he even hated Harry.

"People's thoughts are really wonderful, aren't they? Professor Snape can't stand the enthusiasm of owing you to father. I believe that he managed to protect you this year because he felt that he could make him and Your father is even, and no one owes anyone."

"Then, he can calmly relive the hatred of your father."

Harry tried to think about this, but it made his head violently painful, and he had to think about it.

"Well, the question has been asked enough. Child, I suggest you start enjoying these candy! Oh! Bibi multi-flavored beans! When I was young, I was really bad luck, and I accidentally ate a stinky bean. I’m afraid I haven’t liked to eat beans since then—but I think it’s always foolish to choose a toffee flavor. What do you say?”

"I don't think it's best not to spell the character." Marx looked at the beans in Dumbledore's hand and couldn't help but shake his head. "I have never eaten delicious."

“Character? The word is interesting.” Dumbledore said, putting the golden brown multi-flavored bean in his mouth, and then he was coughed, “Hey! Bad luck, it’s deaf... It seems that my character is not really good."

Seeing Dumbledore, while rubbing his mouth and walking outside, Marx immediately followed.

"I have something to do, you talk first."

In the hallway, Marx and Dumbledore talked a few words and they went to the headmaster room together. But when he came out of the headmaster room, his face was a little more surprised.

He stood at the door of the headmaster room and looked back.

"I don't think of it, Dumbledore is so good."

……

In the evening, in the main hall of Hogwarts, the dinner at the end of the semester seemed to be extraordinarily lively.

Marx sat on Hufflepuff's long table, listening to Quidditch Captain and Prefect's Darren complaining about his absence from the last game, accepting the harassment and embarrassment of the beautiful lady Charlotte, can not help but feel the warmth of the family.

What makes him a little more than that, because his outstanding performance has gone away, many students have learned about his clever work of Professor Quirrell and defensive magic stone. Although it is not clear to everyone that there is Voldemort's play, it does not prevent everyone from showing respect and enthusiasm to him.

This made him feel moved, but he also really dispelled the haze in his heart.

Even a small number of Slytherins cast awe on him. After all, no one can compete with an in-service professor, even if everyone is a little dissatisfied with Professor Quirrell.

Speaking of the little snakes, I have to mention what it looks like in the hall at the moment.

On the wall around the hall, it is decorated with a silver flag representing the Slytherin; the wall behind the main table is also hung with a huge banner painted with Slytherin snakes - this should be Slytherin house for seven consecutive years. Won the house cup championship.

Although Hufflepuff scored a lot because of Marx's excellent results. The power of one person after all is limited, Hufflepuff house is still in second place, just a little bit higher than Ravenclaw.

After a while, Harry, who was late, stepped into the side door of the hall, and Dumbledore appeared in the eyes of everyone.

“It’s another year!” Dumbledore said happily. “Before you enjoy these delicacies, I have to trouble everyone to listen to an old fogey cliché...”

Marx immediately blocked the last few sentences. When Dumbledore ended his nonsense and started talking about the house cup, he continued to listen.

"... Now, as far as I know, we must first make a house cup awarding ceremony. The specific scores of each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, three hundred sixty 5 points; third place, Ravenclaw, 426 points; second Name, Hufflepuff, four hundred 42 points, Slytherin four hundred and eighty 5 points."

A thunderous cheer and a slap in the dinning table of Slytherin.

Marx deliberately glanced at the edge of Slytherin's long table, and Wynie Blois was still a calm expression, with no reaction to the noise around him.

I still remember that some time before the exam, Marx often met her in the school greenhouse. But the other party is not to turn a blind eye to him, or to leave directly. Even if she tried to communicate with her, she would only stand there quietly. When he asked Wynie, he answered one or two words. When he asked, he turned and left. It was really impossible to communicate.

If it wasn't for Wynie, he would come to him and ask a few questions. He really felt that he was not doing something right, and the little girl was angry!

He was thinking, but found that the little people around him suddenly boiled up.

"What's wrong?" Marx pulled Charlotte's sleeves.