Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Professor McGonagall found Marx, he was staying in the greenhouse with Wynie, recording the growth of the last flower species.

"Oh! Mr. McLorne, you are here." Professor McGonagall pushed the greenhouse door and immediately said, "Come with me, Dumbledore has something to look for."

Marx took the record closed without hesitation, and then looked up at the door.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." After that, he turned his head to Wynie again. "Miss Blois, it seems that I have to leave. If you get it, go back and don't have to wait for me here."

After all, he sorted out the notebook and followed Professor McGonagall to the headmaster room.

Although I have been there several times, Marx has always had a crush on it. Every time I face Dumbledore, there is always an invisible pressure that will keep him from relaxing.

Especially this time, he did a lot of things that others didn't know. But being able to get through others doesn't mean you can get through Dumbledore. In this, the mastery of a "degree" is very important.

Marx waited in the headmaster room for a while, and Dumbledore pushed the door in.

“Is it still okay recently?” Dumbledore said easily. “Would you like some iced lemon juice?”

"I think this is a good idea." Marx calmly nodded.

Dumbledore took the initiative to open the conversation when they were face to face and each sat down at the desk.

"Make sure you must be very concerned. I am here to find you something." Dumbledore said gently, "It is not a complicated thing -"

"I just invited you to come and listen to me telling a little story."

Marx didn't understand that this so-called "small story" had anything to do with him, but it didn't prevent him from being a qualified listener.

“A long time ago, there was a young young wizard who had a happy family and a good life. When he entered Hogwarts to learn magic, he discovered his innate talent and a series of ambitions. ideal……"

Dumbledore spoke gently in a soothing tone, as if he was missing something.

Behind his half-moon-shaped glasses, the pupils of Cang blue have a faint glow.

"The ideal of this young wizard is simple, but it is also very large. As far as he is young, he did not consider the correctness of this ideal."

“A few years later, the young wizard graduated from Hogwarts with the best results... but his family had many and many accidents in the past few years, which made him have to interrupt his ideals.”

"At the time, his younger sister was still young. When she cast magic, she was attacked by three muggle boys who saw her magical ability. This attack made his younger sister's spirit very unstable - her Magic power is out of control, and their father is also using the curse to avenge the few muggle boys... he is solely responsible for ensuring that his poor daughter is not imprisoned for life in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries All the blame... He was sent to Azkaban."

"After that, their mother took them to move..."

When I heard this, Marx immediately realized that the young wizard in this story is probably Dumbledore himself.

The story of Dumbledore is still going on...

"Unfortunately, it didn't stop here." Dumbledore raised his head slightly, and the lens became bright as the angle of the light changed, obscuring his slightly fascinating eyes.

"When the younger sister of the young wizard was fourteen years old, her magic power re-emerged... This accident caused the life of the mother to come to an abrupt end. At that time, the only young wizard that could stop the younger sister magic power. The younger brother is not at home."

"At that time, the young wizard was very painful... it was very painful. But things have happened, it is irreparable, and life has to go on. He bears the resentment of the younger brother and keeps comforting the self-bladed younger sister. , took on this already fragmented family."

Having said that, Dumbledore was silent for a while, and that continued.

“At this moment, a young wizard with the same ambitions as he appeared. They quickly established a deep friendship and let the young wizard pick up his ideals again.”

“They set out together to find some clues that the young wizard got during the Hogwarts school... In the meantime, the young wizard lost its emotions in order to accept a test.”

When I heard this, Marx's heart jerked, and a lot of questions almost jumped out of his throat.

But when he saw Dumbledore still immersed in his own story, when he got to his lips, he was swallowed by him.

Perhaps Dumbledore was once one of the candidates; perhaps, Dumbledore had known his little secrets long ago; perhaps, this sudden conversation was born.

Marx decided not to interrupt Dumbledore's story, and he would always tell himself if he wanted to say something.

"...and at this moment, the young wizard of the young wizard pointed out that if there is a younger sister as a concern, the young wizard is definitely not a hero leader. The young wizard's friends are very angry about this and toward the young wizard The younger brother cast a Cruciatus Curse."

"At this time, the young wizard's sealed emotions were loosened - he protected his younger brother. But because of this, there was a messy duel between the three. In the chaos, the young wizard of the young wizard I hope I can help the big brothers, but I am killed by a spell that I don’t know who cast it!"

The long beard of Dumbledore's white flower trembled a little, and it seems that it has not yet been released.

"The emotion of the young wizard has been restored, and the test of the original helplessness has passed. But he gave up the subsequent tests and his own ideals. He does not know what he has always insisted on, what is the meaning?" Younger sister is dead, the younger brother has always hated him, and even his best friends have escaped far away."

Having said that, Dumbledore suddenly looked towards Marx, his eyes sharp and serious.

"What would you do if it were you?" he asked.

Marx licked his lips and his face remained calm. He thought, thought, and really considered the problem, but he didn't know.

After a long time, Marx finally started talking: "The answer to this question needs to be found by yourself."

Dumbledore stretched his face, he looked at Marx, and after a while he actually smiled.

"You are better than the young wizard in this story," Dumbledore said. "He eventually gave up looking, and you probably won't."

"This is probably because I am a Hufflepuff," Marx said.

Dumbledore is called Marx this time, it seems that it is really just to say such a story. In the following time, one old and one less two wizard sitting opposite each other, they were brief remarks, drinking lemon juice, thinking about their own affairs, until the beginning of the dinner.

Dumbledore may or may not fully understand the things Marx does. But he did not ask for anything.

This time, the whole banquet lasted for an entire night.

Both Harry and Ron got some extra points, which made Gryffindor finally get the house cup this year.

Later, Professor McGonagall stood up and told them that the school decided to cancel the exam in order to entertain everyone. All students except Hermione are very happy about this.

And Dumbledore announced that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart couldn't come back next semester, and everyone heard the news and burst into cheers - after all, no matter what miracle he created, his course was too bad.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that several Teachers are also applauding this.

In addition to these surprises, this banquet is really lively, but Marx has never been used to this lively scene. Especially recently, he always likes to think alone in places where no one is.

In the middle of the banquet, he walked outside the hall with a drink.

“Professor Lockhart?” Marx suddenly turned back. “How come you came out? You shouldn’t be the most enjoyable party for this party? You are the hero of Hogwarts this semester.”

Lockhart hearing this, actually shook his head with a smile, and his face had a real sense of reality.

"There were a lot of people who told me about this kind of reason, but I never put their words in my heart." He said, "This time, when I experienced it myself, I realized that in a thrilling How an boring spectator is an boring adventure."

Marx glanced at him and calmly said: "It seems, I can look forward to your next book."

Lockhart heard this and immediately widened his eyes.

"Oh--" he couldn't help but sigh. "I really can't believe it. Are you really a child who hasn't read in Second Year? How do you know-"

“When a writer creates a feeling of 'boring' in his story, he will most likely tear off his manuscript and recreate a new story.”

Obviously, Marx has concluded that Lockhart will never write this event as another "false novel."

"I think you will definitely become a terrifying wizard in the future." Lockhart couldn't help it.

Marx squeezed a stiff smile on him.

"In this case, this is the most sensible choice to be friends with such a terrifying wizard." He said dryly, "I hope you will have something to do in the future, so remember to protect your popularity in the magic circle." ”

"haha, of course." Lockhart slammed and laughed.

This night, the night sky is still so deep, the stars are flickering, as if telling people on the ground: everything in the world will be like a moon and a moon, and return to calm.