Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Sirius Black."

Marx sat by the window and looked at the late "Daily Prophet" and thought of nodded.

What he cares about is not what will happen next semester - that is not important to him. He just thought of a magic from Sirius Black that has always been a headache for him.

"...Animagus."

To be honest, Marx has been studying the principles of Animagus. But even if he has already researched it, but his transfiguration has not yet met the requirements, he has to put this matter aside.

According to the data at hand, Animagus's deformation exercises cannot be precisely controlled, so not only can not predict the results, but also because of the lack of transfiguration ability and cultivation deviation.

This is undoubtedly quite dangerous.

There are a lot of wizards that will take Animagus's practice process and Disapparation to mention terms, which is entirely due to the dangers involved.

Marx, who has studied both of these magics, doesn't think so.

And regardless of whether the coordinates of the Disapparation are accurate or not, at least a firm enough willpower can avoid the occurrence of a split event.

The practice of Animagus is quite different, and its danger lies in the uncontrollability of the practice.

For Marx, which has always been cautious, if the magic that is dangerous enough is uncontrollable, it means failure - this is absolutely unacceptable to him.

Whether it is past or present, he has never changed at this point.

After Marx's long hours of hard work, his level of transfiguration has actually reached the standard, but it is still far from the standard he is expecting.

In his view, the probability of failure still exists.

“It’s no wonder that all the materials on Animagus are marked with the importance of 'courage'...” He shook his head. “Because the required standards are too high, if you want to start practicing earlier, you can only rely on luck.”

He threw the newspaper in his hand on the table and took a sip of black tea.

"Some cool."

Marx was squatting, but he heard a few knocks at the door. Needless to ask, it must be Wynie who came to see him again to see the seedlings of Rafael's kiss.

For nearly a month, Wynie is like nothing to do, and he will come to him from time to time. As soon as he was more than one, he became accustomed to it.

When he and Wynie are as usual, take a walk to the top of the tower, take a leisurely look at the seedlings, look at the scenery, and think about things. He found that the summer vacation has actually come to an end.

"The growth cycle of the Lafayola kiss is very long, and we can't wait for it to bear the flowers." Marx looked at the seedlings that had just emerged from the soil about 5 inches.

But Wynie shook her head immediately.

"I can see."

"...the summer vacation is coming," Marx reminded.

Wynie hearing this, but shook his head again.

“A year off,” Wynie said faintly.

Marx glanced and looked at Wynie and asked, "Study off? Why?"

However, Wynie stopped talking, just looking at the seedlings in the huge pot on the ground.

Since she didn't want to say that Marx wasn't the kind of chasing person, he quickly left it behind.

To put it bluntly, Marx himself wants to leave school if he is not looking at the huge collection of Hogwarts and the Rowena Chamber of Secrets!

Hogwarts is not a good place. Especially in the next few years, one year is more chaotic than one year, and it is not conducive to the development of various magic studies and research.

"But it can be a good place to practice as a practical combat..." Marx squatted on the railing and looked into the distance, talking to himself.

Soon, as the start date approached, Marx finally decided to leave.

Before he left, he gave Wynie another updated Herbology note as a gift for this farewell. It can be seen that although Wynie still has no expression, the action when she took the note reveals her love for the gift.

Mr. Blois, who is standing behind Wynie, that is, Wynie's father, when he saw the daughter, his eyes were softer. Perhaps for him, Wynie's happy look is the scene he most wants to see, even if it is only a very subtle expression.

……

When Marx arrived in Britain, there was no more than a few days left before the start of school.

He went to Knockturn Alley and ordered a lot of potion materials.

And when he was carrying a suitcase and preparing to go to Fluourish & Blotts to buy a new textbook for Third Year, Quality Quidditch Supplies met Harry at the door.

Marx reached out and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Oh-Marx!" Harry was shocked. He turned and his expression on his face had not faded. "How are you here?"

"Just start school, and here is Diagon Alley - why do you think I am here?" Marx calmly said.

"Oh! Yes, you are coming to buy a book." Harry stunned.

"What about you?" Marx asked.

"I am going to go! In fact, I am living in Leaky Cauldron -"

Harry roughly said what he had encountered during the summer vacation, including the first time he expected his birthday so much, including his unwillingness to inflate his bad-hearted aunt.

"Right, thank you for your birthday present, Marx," Harry said. "We are sorry for the last semester. Don't doubt yours... Professor Dumbledore also told me that I should believe you..."

Marx shook his head and said: "Nothing, you have doubts. This is normal... Of course, don't ask me what happened to me. It's not so easy to say clearly."

"Oh--well," Harry shrugged said. "Marx, when is your birthday?"

This time I changed Marx and shrugged off - he didn't know it himself, how to tell others?

"Probably in the winter?" he replied.

The two chatted with each other and went to Flourish & Blotts.

When they came to the door of the bookstore, Harry looked at the window of the bookstore and was shocked.

In the window of the bookstores of the past, the spells book with the floor tiles and golden reliefs is usually displayed. But now, these books are gone, replaced by a large iron cage with about a hundred copies of the Monster Book of Monsters.

These books were put together, and they furiously competed in a fierce battle. They fought hard and fought hard, and the broken pages flew everywhere.

"Fortunately, Hagrid gave it to me as a birthday present this year..." Harry couldn't help but relax.

He now finally understands why Hagrid said in the letter that he might use the book.

"This kind of book is not suitable for use as a textbook. If you don't pay attention, you will have a few pages." The books in the Marx cage that bite each other are faint.

The two entered the bookstore and the manager rushed to meet.

"Hogwarts?" he asked with a depressed face. "Is it to buy a new book?"

“Yes,” Harry said. “I need—”

"Please let me go." The manager was impatient, she said, pushing Harry aside. He put on a pair of thick gloves and picked up a thick, frugal cane towards the iron cage with the Monster Book of Monsters.

"No, I will come by myself-"

Marx said, opening the door of the cage directly and decisively reaching in.

"Oh! Be careful!" the manager shouted.

Marx's action made him close his mouth.

I saw that Marx was extremely flexible in flipping his wrist, avoiding a book that he had bitten, and then turning his wrist to accurately grasp the book in his hand.

His index finger glimpsed on the spine, and the fierce book immediately trembled and quieted.

“As long as you slap the spine, they will be quiet for a while, I suggest you bundle them with a belt,” Marx told the bookstore manager.

"It's a really good idea," the manager's face was swept away. He thanked him. "Thank you so much. I have been bitten five times this morning!"

Just then, there was a loud tearing sound in the cage—the two Monster Book of Monsters grabbed the third one and then together they shattered it.

"Oh - stop! Stop!" the manager yelled, extending the cane from the iron bars and opening the books.

"I think I'd better get them done as soon as possible! These two days are simply too much trouble! We have advanced two hundred invisible books of invisibility, and I thought that nothing is worse than them - those books It’s so expensive, and we’re never there... Ok, sir, do you want a copy?”

"I already have this book," Harry hurried.

“Thank you very much—” the manager said, “Do you have any other books?”

Ten minutes later, the two men came out of the bookstore, behind them, vaguely heard the helpless cheers of the manager. He probably has already begun to deal with those obsessive monster books.

"Harry, I almost have to go first, there is still a place to go." Marx suddenly said, "See you at school."

"Oh - okay! See you at school." Harry nodded.

Before the start of the school, Marx planned to sit at Lovegood's house and take a few meals by the way. Waiting for the school, it is also a good choice to go to school with Luna.

At least, the time with Luna has always been easy.

The Lovegood home is still the same, and Luna is almost unchanged.

No, she seems to grow taller.

Marx himself has grown a lot, and his clothes have been replaced with new ones. Because of this, he noticed the change in Luna.

To be honest, he spent a lot of time with Luna in the last semester, perhaps because she has been swaying in front of her eyes! If you don't pay attention to it, it's really not easy to notice.

“Is this summer vacation going well?”

Marx stood in front of the fireplace and looked at Luna, who turned around and asked.

"Maybe..." Luna blinked and twitched his lips.