Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Since the beginning of the school, Marx has been studying his own problems for most of the time. The source of this matter is not difficult to grasp, nothing more than the fault of the dagger.

According to Rowena's words, this is actually a part of the test.

If Marx didn't make a mistake, the goal of this time might be to get him back to those lost emotions and emotions.

It’s just that this test is obviously much more difficult than the last time. At least the Phoenician character still has obvious clues, but the strange dagger makes Marx have no clue.

Rational thinking can help him to think calmly, and unfounded speculation can only be regarded as a guess.

"That is obviously related to the soul."

Marx maintains a state of invisibility and queries the library in the Restricted Section.

He looked carefully at the magic book he had seen before - the study note about the soul magic.

This book still exudes the uncomfortable magic fluctuations, but somehow Marx is no longer unbearable.

He turned the book one by one, and studied it through the moonlight outside the window, meditation from time to time.

After a while, he only browsed the book.

“There are some harvests, but they have nothing to do with the purpose at hand.” Marx re-plugged the book back.

"Dagger... torture the soul... What is it?" He kept talking to himself in his heart, trying to evoke some inspiration to help him think.

Just wondering, he suddenly closed his eyes and stood quietly for a while.

"Yes, that's right!" Marx blinked and screamed involuntarily.

He forgot everything he was in invisibility.

"Yes, yes... If emotions and emotions are also part of the soul, then erasing them is equivalent to erasing a part of the soul."

Marx calmly analyzed and proposed a hypothesis that has not been documented in that magic book.

"And if you want to erase a part of the soul, you must first tear the soul. This can be referred to Horcrux's production method."

"...but then? After the tear... Is it swallowed?" He speculated that the words in the mouth could not help but stop, "Isn't that..."

If it is really swallowed up, then I am afraid that it will be troublesome, and the dagger will not come back with him.

"It seems that I can only find a way to check the state of the soul..."

Marx thought about it, or pulled out the book that had just been sent back for a long time.

"I remember...have, parsing this broken curse, you should be able to try to split the first half..."

Since Marx "sees" the mystery of a spell cast in the summer, his understanding of the "curse" and "rules" has a deeper understanding.

Although it is still impossible to create a curse by himself, the detachable and improved curse can already be tried.

Marx stared at the contents of the page and subconsciously waved wand to prove whether his analysis was correct or not.

I saw a slight black mist on the wand, and I swept around the tip from the tip.

The black mist was twisted and rolled, gradually becoming rich, and slowly even had some vague forms.

Not long after, the black fog formed a horrible foggy gimmick, and even the faint blue light flashed in the empty eyes, which seemed quite terrifying.

Suddenly, a repressed low voice emerged from the library.

Marx immediately swayed the black smog and turned his head to look at the sound.

"..." He was silent, then calmly said, "Ron, come out soon."

As the Marx voice faded, the library regained its original silence.

After a while, next to the bookshelf outside the Restricted Section, Ron, Harry and Hermione walked out of the invisibility cloak.

"It's very smart." Marx looked at the strips tied to the soles of the three and looked at Hermione again.

"Not this one--"

Marx shook his head and interrupted Hermione's words.

"Talk about it, what happened to me looking for me so late."

Harry three people look at each other in dismay, but I don’t know where to say it.

Especially Ron, when he saw the scene just now, he even gave birth to the idea of ​​leaving here immediately.

To be honest, he really regrets that he accidentally called out.

Harry, standing next to Ron, was rubbing his hand on the scar on his forehead—the one made up of black fog that made his scars faint.

As for Hermione, in fact she didn't want to come this time, but she was worried about the current state of Marx. After thinking about it, I finally followed it.

But when the three directly faced the expressionless Marx, they were half-shouldered in the same place.

Even if everyone had a bad guess about the situation, no one expected it, and would see such a terrible scene in the library.

To be honest, when the three saw the formation of the front end of Marx's wand, a sense of fear from the soul immediately rose from their hearts, and that feeling was still lingering now.

At this moment, Marx stood by the huge bookshelf, and a moonlight fell in from the window, slantingly illuminating his half face. The indifferent expression is matched with this dark scene, which seems to be a little scary.

"No, nothing! We just want to... find a book in Restricted Section." Hermione was careful.

"Book?" Marx nodded, "Let's find it, I should go back."

He naturally didn't take what Hermione said, and the "Moste Potente Potions" had already been borrowed by her. Now what book she is looking for?

Marx doesn't want to break this point.

After reloading the book back into the bookshelf, he calmly walked to the library door.

Hermione couldn't help but ask when he passed Harry's three of them.

"Marx, you... okay?"

Marx is paused, but it doesn't look back.

"Nothing."

After all, he continued to move forward and soon disappeared at the gate.

From the beginning to the end, Ron did not say a word. I didn't want to say it, but I didn't dare to say it - really, he was a little scared.

And Harry was always thinking about the scar on his forehead. He didn't understand why it caused pain when he saw Marx's weird magic.

After a while, the three talents re-drilled into the invisibility cloak and returned silently to Gryffindor's common room.

"Harry, why do you know that Marx will be in the library?"

In the common room, Ron asked ugly.

Harry shook his head and said, "I just guessed, because I saw Marx's handwriting in the magic book of Restricted Section..."

"You are just trying one's luck!" Hermione couldn't help but say.

"I just thought, even if I didn't see Marx myself, maybe Hermione can see some clues from the words of Marx..." Harry explained, "Because those words I don't understand, I have always been very Curious. But where do you know..."

"Oh, don't say it, Harry!" Ron couldn't help but say, "I think, I should tell Dumbledore about this..."

As Ron said, the common room seemed to be a lot quieter.

Hermione looked at Ron and it took a while to order nodded.

"Maybe this time, you are right..."

"Even for Marx..." Hermione gently said in her heart.

……

Things on the Duelling Club inevitably become a topic for students.

Some are discussing Marx's brave and free, and some are wondering how Marx has become so strong, and so on. But more, still talking about Harry's performance.

"...because it is Salja Slytherin's famous ability to talk to the snake. So, the symbol of Slytherin house is a snake! It is like this, now everyone in the school will think that you are his great-great-grandson... ”

Ron's words have been surrounded by Harry's ears, and the other students' arguments and fears have made him quite angry.

When Harry left the crowd with anger and walked fast in the gallery, he once again bumped into something he shouldn't have seen.

Justin Finch-Fletchley lay on the floor, cold and stiff, a frightened look on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

It's not finished yet, there is a character next to him, that is a bizarre scene that Harry has never seen before.

Nearly Headless Nick, he is the ghost of Gryffindor. But now, he is no longer white, translucent, but becomes black and smoky, lying flat and hanging six inches from the ground.

His head fell in half, his face with the same frightening expression as Justin.

Soon Harry found out that he didn't have to worry about how to explain Marx to Dumbledore, because he was being taken to the headmaster room by Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore's office is still so interesting.

If Harry doesn't have that many things to worry about at this time, he should feel very happy to have a chance to come here.

This is a spacious, beautiful round room filled with all sorts of funny little things.

On the slender high table, there are many strange silverware. They spin and spew a small strand of smoke. The wall was covered with portraits of old men and women, who were gently snoring in their respective frames.

There is also a huge table in the room, the feet of the table are in the shape of claws. And on a shelf behind the table, there was a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat, Sorting Hat.

Harry hesitated, and he watched the sleeping male witches on the wall around him with vigilance.

If he took the hat down and tried it on his head, wouldn’t it be a hindrance?

Harry sneaks around the table, picks up the hat on the shelf, and slowly snaps it to his head - the hat is too big, slipping down to cover his eyes, as he did when he first wore it.