Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The last few days of spending at Lovegood's home were like a sneak peek at Marx.

Instead of holding his own notebooks, he accompanied Luna to catch fish at the mountainside, catching the insects, and then squatting in the shade of the trees.

It was only the days of school that soon came, and Marx had to end his real holiday.

Xenophilius sent Marx and Luna to King's Cross Station in the country and watched them pass through the wall post and rushed back to work.

I don't know if they came too early. There are almost no people on the nine and three-quarters platforms.

Well, except for the huge silhouette of Hagrid that can be seen far away.

Marx took Luna to the front, only to discover that someone was being blocked by Hagrid's body like a wall.

"Good morning, Professor Hagrid." Marx patted Hagrid's arm. "Oh, yes, and Professor Lupin... I am looking forward to your course."

Luna next to Marx also gave nodded to the two for a courtesy.

"Oh-Marx, how do you know-" Hagrid looked at Marx in surprise.

"It's nothing. When I saw the "Monster Book of Monsters" in Flourish & Blotts, I was mentally prepared." Marx spread his hands and calmly said.

“haha! I heard that the books made the bookstore manager have a headache for a while!” Professor Lupin, opposite Hagrid, laughed.

Although Lupin should still be young, there are a lot of wrinkles on his face. His hair was white and his clothes were sloppy. His worn robes were full of patches and looked exhausted.

The naughty strength of speaking, but vaguely revealed his inner innocence and calm.

Lupin apparently already had an understanding of Marx, a low-key, talented student. He was passionate about chatting with Marx, and he often made a joke when he didn't often think of him as a child.

It's worth mentioning that Marx gave Hagrid some advice on the course schedule, but it's really impossible for Hagrid to listen.

Luna stood by and watched Marx's side face quietly. Gradually, the surrounding students began to get more.

"Okay, get on the bus! Marx...and Miss Lovegood." Lupin smiled.

When Marx followed Lupin on the Hogwarts Express train and planned to walk with Luna back, she stretched out and pulled Marx's sleeves.

"I am going to a friend, are you coming too?" Luna said softly.

Marx looked at the back of Lupin's back and looked at Luna again, wondering for a moment.

"Luna, I have something to do..." Marx said. "This is what you hold. If you encounter a dementor, open the cork."

He said, stuffing a milky white potion bottle into Luna's hand.

"Well, you keep these chocolates. If you feel uncomfortable, you can eat them. It works."

Marx watched Luna walk into a carriage compartment and he continued to walk backwards.

Although he would like to leave Luna with him. But maybe, farther away is the most appropriate choice, after all, what happens in the future will be something unpleasant.

In a short while, the train squirted steam and began to move slowly.

At this time, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had been delayed for a while because of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, came along, looking for empty carriages along the corridor, but all the carriages were full.

Walking around, they found that they had gone to the last section of the carriage.

“Oh – Marx!” Hermione was pleasantly surprised.

Harry was equally happy, only Ron's face was not very good.

Marx stood up and greeted the three of them. He naturally reached out and hooked Ron's shoulder and pulled him to his side.

"Hey, don't care so much," Marx whispered. "I know what you are thinking, but in any case, it's already gone..."

"Oh - I think so." Ron replied in a low voice.

It can be seen that the expression on his face seems to be a little easier.

"Marx, who is that?" Harry asked, pointing at the man in the corner.

Lupin was probably exhausted because of the hurry. After talking to Marx for a while, he said that he wanted to take a nap.

At this moment, he is leaning against the window and gently sleeping!

“The new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in this semester, Mr. Lupin.” Marx said softly. “Trust me, he is a qualified professor.”

"Oh, hope so... I mean, if you say something like that, I hope he can do it longer." Harry couldn't help but.

"But he looks weak?" At least Ron was willing to talk near Marx, although it looked a little cautious. "Oh yes, Harry, what did you want to say to us in the aisle?"

Harry told them about the arguments of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and the warnings that Mr. Weasley gave him.

After he finished, Ron seemed to have been struck by lightning, and Hermione covered his mouth with both hands.

"Sirius Black escaped to chase you? Oh, Harry... you must be careful, be very careful! Don't ask for trouble, Harry..." Hermione kept warned repeatedly.

"I didn't ask for trouble," Harry said angrily. "It's always trouble to find me."

"Let me see, there is no need to worry about it." Marx calmly said, "Hogwarts are safe, you just don't just run around."

However, it is obviously not realistic to make the three young lions safe.

It was not long before the three of Harry began to discuss some interesting shops in the village of Hogsmeade.

“Ron, do you know Hogsmeade?” Hermione asked sharply. "I read from the book that this is the place where there is no muggle at Britain after one after another..."

"Yeah, I think so," Ron said, "but this is not the reason I want to go. I just want to go to Honeydukes!"

"What is that?" Hermione asked.

"It's Sweetshop," Marx said casually. "There are some weird candy inside, but I have to say that several of them are good."

"But Hogsmeade is a very interesting place, right?" Hermione eagerly asked. "The Wizards of the Ancients book says that the small hotel is the headquarters of the 1612 year's monster rebellion. The Shrieking Shack may be the full Britain ghost. The most powerful house -"

“Are you afraid of ghosts?” Marx asked. “Did you not attend the Deathday Party of Nearly Headless Nick?”

"No! I am not afraid, I am just curious..." Hermione said, don't overdo it, "Let's leave school for a little while, go to Hogsmeade to explore, how good this is, isn't it?"

"I think so too." Harry said dullly. "When you have this feeling, be sure to tell me."

“What do you mean by this?” Ron said.

"I can't go. The Dursley family didn't sign the consent form for me, and Fudge wouldn't."

“Don't you let me go?” Ron said. “But... maybe... Professor McGonagall or someone else will approve you.”

Harry laughed.

Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor's head, that is a very strict person.

"-- Otherwise we can ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle-"

“Ron!” Hermione said sharply. “In the case of Black's impunity, I don't think Harry should sneak out of school! And Marx also said...”

"Yeah, I expected Professor McGonagall to say this when I asked for approval," Harry said painfully.

“Marx should go too?” Ron turned his head and looked forward to Marx. “In that case, Black wouldn’t dare—”

The mustard in his heart seems to have been completely washed away by the things that have fun.

"Oh, Ron, don't talk nonsense." Hermione snapped. "Black has killed that many people on crowded streets. I don't want Marx and Harry to have an accident..."

She said, groping for the untied straps on the Crookshanks basket.

That's the pet cat that Hermione just bought at Diagon Alley. She thinks Crookshanks is cute, but Ron obviously doesn't think so.

"Don't let this thing out!" Ron cried.

But it was already late, Crookshanks easily jumped out of the basket, stretched out, yawned, and then jumped to Ron's lap.

The drum in Ron's pocket trembled and Ron yelled at Crookshanks angrily.

"Get out!"

"Ron, don't do this!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, yes," Harry looked at Crookshanks, who jumped into Marx's lap, and curiously asked, "What about your owl? How can you never see it?"

Marx hearing this shook his head.

"You mean Marf? I don't always see it... It likes to fly around and stay in Forbidden Forest during the summer."

The three-headed young lion immediately looked at Marx in surprise, but Marx was still calm.

As he stroked Crookshanks' hair, he faintly said: "Marf is a very assertive owl. Maybe it was closed for a long time. Now I like the feeling of freedom."

The Hogwarts express train steadily headed north, and the scenery outside the window gradually became a continuous forest, and the surrounding environment became dim.

At the same time, the clouds on the top of the head are getting thicker and thicker.

Outside the door of their carriage, people kept moving around, Crookshanks now slammed down on Marx's lap, his squashed face turned to Ron, and his yellow eyes were always looking at Ron's pocket.

At one o'clock, the food trucks plopped to the front of their carriage.

"You said, should we wake him up?" Ron stared at Professor Lupin, who was still tired in his sleep. "He looks like he needs something to eat."

"Don't worry, I have a lot of food in my box, wait until he wakes up and say it!"

Marx stopped Hermione who wanted to get rid of Lupin, indicating that they only need to manage their stomachs first.

"Professor said before going to bed, he was just a little tired."

In the afternoon, it began to rain, and the contours of the continuous hills outside the window gradually blurred in the rain curtain.

At this time, they heard the sound of footsteps in the aisle outside, and several people seemed to be slowly approaching here...