Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Now, can anyone tell me what features Mandrake has?” Professor Sprout continued.

"Heard Mandrake's crying will kill people."

Hermione saw that Marx had no reaction and had to answer it himself.

“Exactly, plus ten,” says Professor Sprout. “Look, our Mandrake is still young and has no fatal effect...”

She pointed to the row of deep-bottomed flowerpots in front of everyone and introduced them to everyone. They all looked carefully into the basin. It was a green seedling with purple.

“Everyone comes up with a pair of earmuffs,” says Professor Sprout.

The boys rushed forward and rushed forward. After all, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluff earmuffs.

Marx followed, and picked it up inside.

“I told you to put your ears tightly when you put on your earmuffs,” says Professor Sprout. “When I can safely remove the earmuffs, I will raise two thumbs. Good – wear earmuffs !"

The fatality of Mandrake's crying is only after its maturity. And as long as you don't force it out of the soil, it won't cry.

In general, during the day, wild adult Mandrake plants always bury themselves in the open space such as the grasslands; and until the evening, they pull themselves out and wander around the grasslands. late.

Marx has been dealing with it many times, and for him, the little thing to change them is simply with no difficulty.

A very strong soundproof magic was applied to the earmuffs, and no sound was heard after wearing it. After the demonstration of Professor Sprout, she signaled that everyone removed the earmuffs and began to assign tasks.

"There are four bowls of people, there are a lot of empty pots. The compost is in the bag over there - when the heart is tentacles, it's teething." She slammed on a deep red plant with spikes. Retracted it into the tentacle that sneaked out to her shoulder.

After all, she greeted everyone to re-wear their earmuffs and started today's class.

The students just saw Professor Sprout doing it very easily, but it wasn't like that at all.

Mandrake didn't want to be pulled out of the soil, but he didn't seem to want to go back. They writhed their bodies, their feet snarled, and their little fists, gnashing teeth.

The other three students assigned to the Marx group are clearly the most labor-intensive.

Marx took the shovel from the edge of the pot and gave Mandrake a little looser of the surrounding soil, then pulled it out easily.

Its rhizome is like a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on his head. Probably because it is still in its infancy, its skin is still light green, with some sporadic Scabbers on it.

The little guy opened his mouth and apparently yelled and yelled at the scorpion. After wearing the earmuffs, everyone could not hear it.

Marx held it in his hand and covered the place where the leaves on its head grew out with the other hand, but the emotion of the little guy immediately stabilized.

He re-plugged the little guy in his hand into another pot and buried it again with new soil that had been mixed with fertilizer.

By the time of class, the vast majority of students were sweating, backache, and muddy soil. Only the Marx group seems to be the easiest, even a little dirt star did not touch.

"Oh! How did you do this?" The female student of Hufflepuff next to Marx couldn't help asking.

“It will make it think that it seems to have been re-drilled into the soil,” Marx said calmly. “Only for the young Mandrake.”

Professor Sprout habitually praised Marx and added 10 points to Hufflepuff. On the side of Sprout, Marx's face showed a happy smile, and if you look closely, you will find that there is no smile in his eyes.

Hufflepuff's next lesson is a Charms, and Professor Flitwick's teaching style is still so relaxed. Obviously everyone is relaxed for this.

The atmosphere that can be so comfortable is directly disappeared in the afternoon.

Not to mention that Professor McGonagall's transfiguration is always so strict, and the most terrible is the Defense Against the Dark Arts course by Gilderoy Lockhart.

As soon as he entered the door of the classroom, his face was filled with a smile, and his shiny teeth were neat and tidy, making people wonder if the magic was applied.

"I..." He picked up the textbook on the front row of student desks and pointed at his own photos, the one inside who was squinting.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, won the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times - but I don't put that on my mouth, I don't rely on a smile to drive out the Wanlun female ghost. !"

He said these words smoothly, probably because he has practiced this many times.

"I saw that you all bought my full set of books - very good. I think we will do a quiz today, don't be afraid, just look at how you read and how much you understand..."

He finished the paper and went back to the podium and said, "Give you thirty minutes, now... start!"

Marx will spread the test paper in his hand to flatten it on the desktop:

"1, What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite colour ?2, What is Gilderoy's Lockhart's secret ambition ?3, What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date ......"

Marx just glanced at it and frowned.

This volume has a total of 54 questions, and all of them are asking Lockhart for some details. Marx wanted to throw it aside directly, but he hesitated, and he still filled in some messy answers.

“There is no need to have more trouble,” Marx thought faintly.

The next part of the lesson is even more annoying.

Probably because in the last lesson, the group of Cornish elves prepared for the young lions was too messy. This class actually gave the youngsters the novels he wrote on the spot.

When he read the rise, he even took the students together and played them. Marx sat behind and wrote the study notes of potion, and didn't even look at the podium.

Until the evening, Marx was staring at everyone else, sleeping alone, leaning against the window. He looked at the cold moonlight outside and couldn't help but recall the things after the dinner.

That night, he went to the Ravenclaw Tower to find the bronze eagle for the first time. But no matter how he called, there was only a bronze door knocker with no emotional questions. I don't know why, the Bronze Kitty did not appear, let alone take him to the Chamber of Secrets in Rowena.

"...Is it because of my current state?"

In fact, Marx is very clear about his current state.

In the past, as a small liar who relied on deceiving people to eat, the best thing is to cover up their true feelings and wear different masks when facing different people.

For this reason, he understands that he really has his own emotions.

It was only after the journey that Rowena brought him that his emotions disappeared completely!

"This is probably a curse, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with it -" Marx thought naturally, suddenly shook his head again. "No, this idea is also because there is no emotion, the benchmark has been single. Rationality begins."

This night, he leaned on the window for a long time, but the more he thought, the more he felt that it was difficult to sort out the ideas.

Reason tells him that this feeling is very good, not only is very helpful for researching homework, but even it is more sensible to deal with things.

For example, he has decided not to participate in any events in Second Year, or even close to the young lion trio, he should try to avoid mutations like the semester.

Although as long as he stays at Hogwarts, he will always affect all the people and things he has to deal with, but it is still necessary to reduce the extent of the change as much as possible.

Completely out of control, always terrifying. Moreover, these things have nothing to do with him, he is concerned about the tasks left by Rowena, as well as the improvement of his own magic knowledge, nothing more.

Is this idea really correct? Marx didn't know, or that he had lost the angle of judgment he was best at.

After a while, Marx finally lay back in bed, but the experience after being taken away by Rowena, but always entangled in his mind, and lingering.

……

"... Alani, this is the first mission after your training. You are the smartest and most powerful of the guardians. I hope that you can take my willpower to perform every task in the future. ""

At the window of the castle, an old man in a robe turned his back to the side and said slowly with his low voice.

Marx was standing in the middle of the room, and he frowned, constantly confirming the situation in front of him.

"Rowena brought me here, what is the intention?" Marx pointed his gaze at the old man, but the corner of his eye looked around the room.

"...Alani, take the mission away! I am starting from the nest today, I am waiting for your good news."

The old man turned around, his face and his face, but his eyes were as sharp as a vulture, and he came straight to Marx.

"Yes." Marx subconsciously lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows.

He glanced at the table in front of him, with a roll of parchment resting there quietly, fixed in the middle with a blood red seal.

After picking it up and making a little nodded, Marx left the room without a word.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Marx’s mind suddenly burst into a lot of memories that did not belong to him. For a time, the sense of dizziness made him have to lean on the wall of the corridor, and it took a long time to slow down.

"Bu-Tahir Alani? Assassin's assassin?" Marx's confused face, "Does this have anything to do with the volume of truth?"

Although still full of brains, Marx knew at least what's going on at the moment - he guessed that he might be in a state of use like the Dumbledore meditation basin.

It's just that compared to the meditation basin, the rule of this rule rune is obviously more realistic.