Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the warm expectation of everyone, Halloween is finally here.

Harry is regretting that he feels that he should not be so rashly promised to attend the Deathday Party.

The other students in the school are happy to attend the Halloween party, which has been decorated with live bats as usual.

The huge pumpkin of Hagrid was carved into a lantern that was large enough to accommodate three people sitting inside. It is also rumored that Dumbledore has booked a dance group to cheer everyone up.

"Hermione, are you going to the Deathday Party?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah." Hermione ordered nodded, but attention is clearly not here.

By seven o'clock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went straight through the doorway, which led to the crowded auditorium. The lights are shining, the candlelight is shining, and the gold plate is placed on the table, which is very attractive. Harry looked at the luxurious scene, unfortunately secretly sighed, they walked in the direction of the moving towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to the Day of the Dayday Party has already lit a candle, but it looks nothing pleasant at all.

Those are dark, small, small candles that glow with a faint blue light, even if they shine on their three vibrant faces, they look a bit gloomy.

Every step of the way, the temperature was lowering, Harry shuddered and wrapped his clothes around and wrapped himself.

At this moment, he heard a voice, as if a thousand nails were scraped on a huge blackboard.

“That is also music?” Ron whispered.

They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in the doorway of a large room with a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said with inexplicable sadness. "Welcome, welcome...you can come, I am so happy..."

Look at the hundreds of milk white, translucent ghosts in the room, and the terrifying and trembling dance sounds from the thirty-saws, it’s like a nightmare.

Anyway, this is the worst Halloween for the three of Harry.

And most importantly, it's especially cold here!

Even if the Halloween lion trio's Halloween is so tragic, at least there are many "people" to accompany you! Relatively speaking, the dullness and loneliness of Marx is really a bit unbearable - although he does not care at all.

At this moment, he is in the quest of a person in the house to carry out some strange experiments.

"...the effect of the regular rune is really powerful."

He is still writing the rule rune with quill. Although there is no progress in the application, the current results are very significant in terms of the number of parsing.

What made him more satisfied was the application of the superficial ability he experienced when he was in the body of Alani.

After a study by Marx, it was found that the ability of the blessing type is not even a rule, but a magic prototype, but it also benefits him.

He finally understood why Godric Gryffindor claimed to be the most accomplished duel master at the time.

When a wizard masters a lot of magic to enhance the body, the actual combat will be greatly increased. For this reason, the magic achievement is definitely not comparable to Ravenclaw, and even worse than Slytherin, but it is the most powerful of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Of course, the reason may be more than that, according to Marx's research and attempts, this is definitely one of the reasons. Even Gryffindor itself is not known as a Knight.

After an attempt to jump up and down and cast a spell, Marx, who had finished the study, rested for a while in the responsive room, then left and went slowly to the bedroom.

The corridor was quiet, only the sound of the outside rain hua la la rang, making people feel a little restless.

This is always the case during the holidays. When everyone gets together, it means that other places are empty.

"Wynie?"

After passing a corner, Marx saw Wynie Blois, who was standing by the corridor window.

"..." Wynie turned her head and looked at him silently.

"What's wrong, why not go to the hall?" Marx tried to make his expression less rigid, but even so, it was just a waste of effort.

"You have changed," Wynie whispered.

After Luna, another person said this.

Although Marx himself is clear, his changes are so obvious. Even if he is already low-key, but people who have had close contact in the past will always notice any clues in him.

The two female children, Luna Lovegood and Wynie Blois, are the two most sensitive of these. Well, maybe there is a Hermione Granger in it.

A little self-examination, he paused, no longer forced to squeeze his expression, then shook his head slightly.

"Maybe, but I am still me." He calmly said.

Wynie turned and looked at him carefully, and the tone was equally calm, but the feeling of being a person was quite different from the indifference of Marx.

"...the one you used to be, better." She looked at Marx's eyes and said seriously.

After all, Wynie turned and left, as simple as decisive in the library that day.

"Even if I don't have emotional relationships, I still can't read her thoughts." Marx quietly looked at Wynie's back and couldn't help thinking.

There was still rain outside the window, and Marx stood there watching the window, and then went to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.

When he walked to a corner on the third floor, his footsteps stopped.

On the other side of the corner, a huge snake is moving between the galleries, and near its head, a petite silhouette is drawing on the wall.

"Ginny Weasley." Marx leaned over and stared at the little back, silently whispering.

“Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and heir is an enemy, vigilant!”

The one-foot-tall character is still visible in the dim glow of the torch.

At the end, Ginny hung a petrified cat on the torch hook next to the line—the gatekeeper Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. And not far from the side, a door is wide open, it seems to be a bathroom.

Marx quietly looked at it all, thinking in his heart.

Suddenly, a hectic footstep came from the other side of the corridor. The serpent screamed and slammed into the bathroom, and Ginny followed, and took the door with him.

A sign that says "fault" shook a little on the door, seemingly refusing the entry of others.

"...Harry, what the hell is going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face. "I didn't hear anything?"

"But I did hear it! That voice is saying..."

Hermione, who was running in front, suddenly took a breath of air and pointed to the bottom of the corridor.

"Look!"

Obviously, she saw the words on the wall - such a large word, it is not normal to see it.

"What is that... hanging underneath?" Ron said, his voice trembled.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped a little: there was a large amount of water on the ground. Hermione grabbed his clothes, lest he fall.

The two of them approached the slogan a little bit, staring at the black shadow below. The two men saw what it was at the same time, scared to jump backwards and splashed a splash of water.

But Ron stared straight at the corner not far from here, as if there was something there that made him care.

The three people have their own minds, standing there in the same place, for a few seconds.

"Is it... should... try to save?" Harry stammered.

“en? What – ah!” Ron suddenly turned back and was immediately taken aback by Mrs. Norris on the hook.

"What? Don't you just see it!" Hermione shouted.

"No, that, I just saw it--" Ron opened his mouth, but he swallowed it in his mouth.

Just as Hermione was puzzled, a low noise, like the thunder in the distance, told them that the Halloween party had just ended.

From the ends of their corridors, hundreds of feet came to the stairs, and people chatted happily after a full meal. Then, the students pushed and squeezed into the aisle from both ends.

They are surrounded.

When the person in front saw the cat hanging upside down, the sound of chirp chirp twitter twitter suddenly disappeared. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students were quiet, and they rushed forward to see the terrifying scene.

In a disturbing silence, someone spoke.

"And heir is an enemy, vigilant! The next one is you, mudblood!" That is Draco Malfoy talking loudly.

He had already squeezed into front of the crowd, his cold eyes were alive, and the usual bloodless face was filled with a red light at the moment, apparently he was particularly happy with the situation at hand.

He looked at the stiff cat that was hanging there, with a smirk on his face.

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was apparently attracted by Malfoy's shouting, and he squeezed his shoulders through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris.

Filch stumbled back a few steps and grabbed his face with horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" He screamed and screamed, staring at Harry in disgust, and it looked like he was going to eat him.

"Filch !"

Dumbledore and other professors arrived. In a blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, taking Mrs. Norris from the hook of the torch.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch. "And you, Mr Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart hurriedly squeezed in and asked Dumbledore to go to his office.

"My office is closest to here, just upstairs..."

The students are silently directed to both sides, allowing them to pass through here.

In Lockhart's office, Dumbledore bent over and looked at it carefully, stamping it here, and hitting it there. Lockhart pretended to be a very familiar look, and he made some sly ideas there.

"It's not dead, Filch," Dumbledore checked and then started talking. "It was petrified... but I don't know how to get it."

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning the Scabbers, the tear-stained face to Harry.

Snape looked at everything in front of him in the shadow of the side, and seemed to have a feeling of taking pleasure in other people's misfortune. As far as he is concerned, Harry's misfortune can be directly converted into his pleasure, and the conversion rate is enough to reach more than two hundred percent.