Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Marx holds the "Fiendfyre Bottle No. 2" in his hand and carefully avoids Basilisk's attack.

No way, accidentally not.

The shortcomings of this stuff are still unresolved. If the vibration is too big, it will be blown up in Marx's hand...

"……It's now."

When the wind was again assaults the senses, Marx dropped the potion bottle in his hand and ran straight back.

"Marx!"

"en?"

Marx’s heart trembled and suddenly blinked, but Hermione was standing at the door of the library with a Ravenclaw girl, looking to him.

That's too late!

He hurriedly slammed a bottle on the ground, and an icy white cold fog rose up and shrouded the entire corridor.

Look carefully, and it's still a little bit glimmering.

Marx This is a hasty, use this as a smoke bomb.

Even if Marx moves fast, it will take time for the white fog to change from light to dark.

Hermione stood with the other girl, and her body became stiffer and she fell to the ground in a short time.

In the end, Basilisk still squatted and fled with injuries.

More than half of the flames that broke out in "Fiendfyre Bottle No. 2" fell on the ground and on the wall, and disappeared in a while. The remaining flames are attached to Basilisk's head and body, even if it flies quickly and flies, but it does not have much effect.

The flame seemed to stick to it, burning continuously, and there was no sign of getting smaller.

And Marx is now at Hermione's side, looking at her without a word.

"What about Miss Granger?" Lockhart suddenly came over. "Oh-Scorpio!"

Marx and Wynie didn't bother him, but Lockhart is the kind of person who shuts up when no one is talking.

"It's too bad - I originally wanted to ask Miss Granger to help me with the enthusiastic letters of the fans! I know that she is also one of my loyal readers."

Lockhart groaned, and there didn't seem to be stopping.

"Marx." Wynie stepped forward and watched Hermione gently.

"Nothing, they are just petrified..." He shook his head and repeated and whispered, "Is this the force of fate?"

Suddenly, Marx's eyes stared at Hermione's hand, his eyes filled with dignity.

"... It seems that the so-called 'forced power' does not seem as strong as it might be."

He kneels beside Hermione, looks up at the library and frowns. He is continually connecting all the possibilities that can be connected, trying to trace back to the source of the result.

After a while, he looked up slightly and looked at Lockhart.

"You just said, you want to find Hermione to help you reply to the reader's letter?"

"Oh! Yeah! Yes... you know, teaching at Hogwarts, there is less time left," Lockhart said with regret.

"You didn't call Harry to write back for you?" Marx narrowed his eyes.

"I really want to, but Mr Potter seems to be busy with Quidditch training."

"No wonder I have never heard of Ron spitting slug -"

He then sorted out his thoughts and had some answers in his heart.

"Since the past has passed, try to remedy it and see what will happen..."

Marx groaned as he walked to the library, but he was already on the wand in his sleeve.

"Obliviate !" "Protego."

Behind Marx, Lockhart's chanting came clearly.

He seemed to have long since expected, with the slightest hesitation taking a step back, and a transparent shield appeared in Obliviate's magic power beam, bursting with a dazzling brilliance.

Marx's angle is particularly precise, and the shield is like a mirror that bounces Obliviate onto the wall.

"Gilderoy · Professor Lockhart," Marx looked at Lockhart calmly, and he didn't change his face. "Your Obliviate is really good. If it's a direct hit, my Shield Charm at the moment won't completely block the blow."

"But please remember, now, you owe me a memory." Marx pointed to his head, faint.

"you--"

"Or, do you want me to expose, the 'creation process' of the novels you wrote?"

Marx added the word "creation process" to the tone, and looked at Lockhart, who was at a loss, waiting for his final reaction.

"Hey...hehe, hahaha...you said," Lockhart smiled slyly. "Actually, you actually misunderstood-"

"Gilderoy · Professor Lockhart, with the the body, do I need to explain it to you?" Marx stared at Lockhart's eyes, holding a wand in one hand and a small potion in the other.

"This is called Veritaserum. It's very difficult to make. To be honest, I don't want to use this stuff. But I think your little stories, "Daily Prophet" reporters may be very interested."

Lockhart stared at the small bottle in Marx's hand and the smile on his face was completely stiff.

"Oh, okay..." He sighed, unable to spread the handkerchief. "What do you want?"

"There will be no hardships for you, Professor." Marx said, "Just remember, you owe me a favor. When I need it, I can do what I can."

"...when?" Lockhart thought for a moment.

"Just just in case," Marx shook his head. "I only hope that you will not be able to use it in your life."

"That's it! I'm gone, I won't say anything today -" Lockhart turned his head in frustration, but he hadn't taken a few steps yet, but he was stopped by Marx.

"Professor Lockhart."

“What else?” Lockhart helpless.

For him, being caught in the handle is a real headache. Now he wants to leave this place as soon as possible, immediately! immediately!

"If you really need what you can do, there will be a corresponding reward for you." Marx looked at him. "A fresh and hot adventure story, how?"

“Really, really?” Lockhart suddenly stunned.

"I just think that relying on a handle may not be able to help you."

“Welcome to me at any time!” Lockhart smiled.

Paused, he added immediately: "But it must be within reach."

Marx nodded and walked to the library with Wynie.

"why?"

Beside him, Wynie looked up and looked at Marx.

"what why?"

"remuneration."

Marx looked at Wynie and shook his head slightly.

"I didn't say it just now. If you want people to do things with sincerity, you must have the right to be equal. Otherwise, the other party will not go all out."

Wynie seems to understand nondded, and she doesn't know how much she understands.

As they spoke, they walked quickly to a bookshelf. Marx glanced at the bookshelf, pulled a book from it, tore the contents of a page, and wrote a few words on the way.

Then he walked back to Hermione and stuffed the piece of the book into her stiff hands.

"Although I have already ran a lot of sheep, I can still repair the sheepfold." He muttered to himself.

Even if Marx didn't know what was going on, "Ron and Malfoy didn't have a conflict" and it was already fixed.

Perhaps because of this, neither Harry nor Ron were punished.

Harry didn't go back to Lockhart, and Ron didn't go to the souvenir display room to wipe the trophy.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart came to the library today to find Hermione to help, and the result was the attack of Hermione; Ron did not see Tom Riddle's special contribution trophy in the display room, Hermione did not have any comments about Chamber of Secrets' tips, so I can only look for it, and I still haven't gained anything yet.

Marx didn't think that it was because he gave Malfoy a lesson last semester that Malfoy didn't dare to use the word "mudblood" to insult Hermione again.

This is the real beginning of that series of changes!

"Even... Harry is very likely not to be able to find Voldemort's diary at all..."

This is Marx's mistaken speculation, but it is clear that the general change of the whole incident has been pushed back by him.

"...Yes, yes, here."

Marx jerked his head and found that Professor McGonagall and Lockhart were coming in a hurry.

"Hey, Marx..." Lockhart looked at him, revealing a sly expression.

Immediately, Lockhart suddenly said to Professor McGonagall: "I asked Mr. McLorne to be here."

Marx helpless shook his head.

Although this is obviously the result of Lockhart's enthusiasm, the ability of this liar to respond is still good.

"Professor McGonagall, this time is a double attack."

"Oh--Yes, I am in trouble," Professor McGonagall sighed. "I know that your relationship with Miss Granger is very good, but now, she must first send it to the school doctor Courtyard..."

"Yes, I understand." Marx said, "Do you need my help?"

"No, but you can follow."

When Professor McGonagall sent Hermione to the school hospital, she hurried to the Quiddich stadium – for the safety of the students, today's event must be cancelled.

Marx sat at Hermione's bed and looked at her calmly, but she didn't know what she was thinking. Wynie stood quietly behind him, and brief remark looked at his back, and her thoughts were equally unknown.

On the other side of the bed, Madam Pomfrey is carefully watching the situation in Hermione.

About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall came to the ward with Harry and Ron.

“Marx!” Ron stared wide-eyed.

"...you are coming." Marx looked up and looked at him and Harry expressionlessly.

"You have nothing to say?"

Ron glanced at the stiff Hermione on the bed and slammed it over, grabbing Marx's front chin with both hands and slamming him from the chair to the floor.

"You have nothing to say!" Ron's face was straight at Marx, and asked again loudly.