Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Darkness, endless darkness.

It seems as if everything will be swallowed up in the darkness, so that the person in it feels like being thrown into a universe without stars, except for the infinite blackness.

The chest is like a heavy thing that has been crushed, and it is almost breathless.

And in such a cloud of incomparable incomparable, only a low voice muttered over and over again, and every syllable exudes the vicissitudes of ancient vicissitudes.

What is it saying? Listening to the pronunciation of some sentences seems to be ancient Greek, but carefully distinguishing but different, can not help but make people wonder.

However, the content of those words is actually secondary, because in these intermittent syllables, another idea is extremely powerful. Yes, it should be right, that feeling is like saying...

"...let me...go out."

That is some kind of willpower to survive... No, it is better to say that it is to seek "freedom" than to survive.

At this moment, a thought that was completely different from the previous mutter was erupted!

"power!"

"...Do you want to...power?"

In the empty room of the responsive room, Marx suddenly opened his eyes and the breathing became slightly thicker. As he adjusted his breathing, he looked at the bald old man who was still lying on the floor in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he gave a soft sigh of relief, and seemed to have sorted out the pictures and sounds that he had just felt from the memory of the old man.

"originally is this way, is this the 'forecast' of astrology?" Marx nodded, saying to himself, "Centaur race is also good at foreseeing the future from the stars, I don't know if it is also this feeling."

To be honest, you can feel from the memory of this astrology that it is a very strong negative feeling. Moreover, since this old man has been predicted several times with his horoscope array, even Marx can clearly perceive that every time the prediction content has not changed, but the picture and sound are one compared. One time really.

This may be to explain that the moment in the prediction, I am afraid it is getting closer and closer to the present.

Because of this, Marx has reason to believe that Philosopher's Stone or the weird pain may be the key to stopping the horror that is coming.

"Well, at least it can be used to protect it?"

Even if it is the old man in front of me, it is just a strange formidable power that knows the two things. As for whether it is useful or not, even he is not convinced.

Of course, for the sake of reason, the "powerful magic item" is more than enough - don't forget, this bald head is also a good-famous wizard!

"...no wonder this old man will be so anxious." Marx thought about it, but raised his eyebrows slightly. "But that feeling is really... what the hell is it?"

He vaguely felt that the whisper in the memory seemed to be a bit familiar, but unfortunately, this time he couldn't remember.

"In any case, let's do everything in front of you! The Alchemy Contest is coming to the most stressful moment. Wait until the most important game is over, and then consider other things..."

Marx thought so, he would go to the door with his legs up, and he planned to go with Professor McGonagall to discuss how to minimize the bad effects of the riot.

"Well... there is, and it’s time to start thinking about how to go in the future."

……

Just as Marx was heading to the headmaster room, Sarah, who had previously left the responsive room, had already lie down in the ward of the school hospital.

In fact, most of the accidents that occurred at the school gate were foggy. Even the onlookers who printed everything that happened on the scene didn't know what was going on.

At best, they saw Marx's big enthusiasm. After confronting the suspicious white robe old wizard for a long time, he ran the curse twice at a speed that was so incomprehensible, and saved six in one fell swoop. The child being hijacked.

As for the key effects of Sarah's words, people who can figure it out can be said to be very rare.

"Sarah, you...had been confessed to Marx?"

On the side of a bed with a slight bulge, the big fat Young Master Noah is occupying two chairs. But because the fat on his buttocks is so much that the two chairs can't hold it, there are still a lot of fleshy fall from the edge.

However, compared with his carefree sitting posture, his attitude is extraordinarily cautious, like a young girl who is afraid of getting into the hospital bed.

However, his words did not respond quickly. After a little while, when the raised quilt moved a little, the voice of the young girl was gently transmitted.

"Noah big brother," she said. "Do you think... would he really choose to help me?"

For the young girl's own title, fatty is actually not grateful. It is conceivable that when a person knows that a female child who has always called herself "big brother" and once used the same name to call her own father, the feeling is how much it is.

However, even if Noah is the heir of the Hornheim family, it is not clear what Sarah is all about.

The secrets of man-made people have always been known only to the Patriarch of the Hohenheim family. Even Noah, I just thought that Sarah might be the female ancestor of that terrifying curse that's all.

"Oh...should it?" After hearing Sara's inquiry, Noah replied with a sigh of relief. "At least, I think he is still a good guy. If a friend encounters any difficulties, he should shoot." Help each other."

"Well," Sarah was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes closed slightly and faintly. "Is it a friend?"?

One of the words in Noah's words is clearly causing Sarah to be confused again.

In fact, to say, "Can she and Marx be friends?" According to Sarah's observation and experience of this world over the years, she believes that the two should be "friends."

Because, just negotiating... or talking to the end, she can turn to Marx for help with Marx to save her child, and she will also bluntly tell her own past. This kind of confession of secrets is not something that can be made between good friends?

On the other side of Marx, there was no clear refusal to help from the beginning to the end, and even after listening to her narrative, she agreed to assist.

Like this, both sides neglect the exchange of interests. The request and help that only starts from frankness is obviously a friend-like behavior based on the closeness of friendship.

But if you want to ask what kind of feeling can be called a "friend", she can't say it at all.

"The feelings between people... it’s really complicated..."

Sarah talked to herself and shrank into the quilt, making Noah completely unable to see her face. But even if he doesn't look at it, he has long been used to it, because when the two are alone, Sarah never has much expression.

"Oh, right--"

The two men were silent for a while, and Noah couldn't stand the silence, and couldn't help but talk without a word.

"Hello, it’s not easy to come out to school this time, then... how long will you stay at Hogwarts?"

This is indeed a problem, especially for Sarah.

"It will be up to four years... maybe it will be shorter." She turned her back to Noah and replied calmly. "The last time I went to school, I spent less than two school years, but this time he was there. Should be as much time as possible."

"Last time to go to school..." Noah scratched his scalp, and he was speechless. "Listen to old fogey and say that the last time you went to school was when he was a child-"

"You have been 'last time' really long enough." - This sentence he must not say.

Just think about it, this is also a helpless thing.

Sarah’s situation is doomed to spend most of her life in places where there are not many acquaintances, because she will not grow or die, even more than Nicholas Flamel, who owns Philosopher's Stone. It is amazing.

Or is it... people are curious.

Nicholas Flamel, because he created Philosopher's Stone, was able to refine the life-long alchemy medicine, so he would be pursued by the greedy wizards, so that he would travel with his wife to avoid people's eyes.

If Sarah’s strange state is discovered, there are still countless harassments and threats.

So even if she wants to come out and get in touch with people, she must always pay attention to the state of the people around her, and always be prepared to leave before she gets in trouble.

Seriously, Marx's "problem" about friends is really a bit of a good taste.

When the pair of fake siblings were casually talking about a topic through a thin layer of quilts, a footstep sounded in the corridor outside the ward. The footsteps seemed a little short, and it sounded like... It seemed that I was running into this ward.

I didn't really like the quiet fatty. I actually didn't sit still. It was just that Father had taken care of him before he went to the stadium. It is best to stay with Sarah in these two days. Therefore, as soon as he heard the sound of the far and near, he immediately came to the spirit and stood up.

"Ah... Who is this, so eager to run? I am going to swear..."

But when he ran to the door of the ward, he hadn't had time to put his hand on the doorknob, and the door was pushed away.

"bang!" "Yeah!"

This opened the door, in the middle of the fat... Well, the middle of his big belly, and then the door that was opened was directly bounced back.

With the cry out in surprise coming out, the door of the ward was closed again... closed...