Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The footsteps from the outside aisle were Malfoy, and of course, his two big five big three followers.

Crabbe and Goyle seem to be born to listen to Malfoy's call.

Both of them are tall and strong, muscles are strong - Crabbe is taller, hair is cut like a pudding bowl, and the neck is long and thick; Goyle is short, has many hairs, and has arms that look like gorillas.

But these two people have one thing in common, that is enough stupid.

"Hey, look who this is--" Malfoy opened the carriage door and said in his usual lazy, long tone, "Potter and Weasley."

Goyle and Crabbe laughed in confusion.

Then Malfoy's face changed, because he saw Marx immediately, and the other person was watching him coldly with a cold-blooded look.

“Well—oh—” Malfoy turned around, “Crabbe! Goyle! Remember where my luggage was?”

"Ah?" Both of the classmates looked at him stupidly, and did not respond.

"Follow! Two idiots..." Malfoy whispered, and even left without a big head.

"It seems that your deterrence against the bad guy is not that small," Harry said happily. "Malfoy doesn't dare to look at you more, ha!"

"It's not unusual, just --"

Marx hadn't finished talking yet, but suddenly turned his head and moved toward the end of the train.

"Marx, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

He shook his head and his eyes remained on the back wall of the carriage, as if he had been staring at it.

The rain outside was getting bigger and bigger, the window glass showed a greasy dark gray, and it was getting deeper and deeper until the lights in the hallway and the luggage rack were automatically lit up.

The train swayed, and the raindrops slammed against the window, and the wind screamed wildly, making people feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

"We are probably coming," Ron said, leaning forward and looking at the Professor Lupin, still leaning against the window.

Just after he said this, the train slowed down.

"Great." Ron said, standing up, carefully bypassing Professor Lupin, and wanted to see what was going on outside. "I am starving, I want to eat stopped..."

"We can't be here!" Hermione looked at her watch and said, "Why can you stop?"

Marx suddenly walked to the door and waved at a few people.

"Sit well, don't get close to the door and window, try to lean in the middle," he whispered.

The slower and slower the train, the smaller the sound of the wheels, the more the wind and rain outside the window.

At this time, the carriage suddenly shocked, and then suddenly stopped. There was a heavy sound coming from afar, and it should be the sound of everyone’s luggage falling off the shelf.

Then all the lights suddenly disappeared, and they were annihilated in the complete darkness.

"What happened?" Ron's voice came from the darkness behind Marx.

"Hey!" Hermione took a breath, "Ron, that's my feet!"

"Sit all, don't move," Marx reminded again. "There is something outside."

The voice did not fall, and there was a short, shrill sound from the outside, and the carriage was quiet.

Marx's gadgets come in handy.

He took out a bottle and shook it. Suddenly, the carriage lit up.

"...given," Marx turned and handed the bottle with condensed sand to Hermione. "Hold, at least don't worry about being stepped on."

Suddenly the door was opened from the outside, and a silhouette stepped inside and slammed into Marx.

"Sorry! Do you know what happened? Hey! Sorry -"

"Advanced, come on."

Marx grabbed Neville's robe and pulled him up and let him go inside the carriage.

"Don't move in the middle."

"What happened?" This is Ron's voice.

Immediately, everyone heard that the carriage door was opened, and then there was a blunt sound, accompanied by two screams.

It seems that Ron's dirty mouse, Pettigrew Peter, probably fell out of Ron's pocket when it was dark, and has now been stepped on by two people.

"This guy with bad luck." Marx said.

"Ginny? Why are you coming over?" Hermione said. "Come in, sit down-"

Professor Lupin was finally woken up by this messy voice.

He still looks a very tired look, but his eyes are full of vigilant expression.

"Don't move in the same place," he said, still a slightly dull voice.

Lupin was trying to stand up and didn't want a horrible silhouette at the door.

Under the ray of the rays of light from the Marx condensate bottle, you can clearly see the "monster" standing in the doorway.

It was a humanoid creature with a ceiling that was covered in a tattered cloak.

Its face is completely hidden under the hood of the hooded cloak, making it impossible to see its appearance.

And then squatting down, you can see a hand sticking out of the cloak. The hand was shimmering, gray, thin and crumpled, like something that died and soaked in the water, it looked a bit disgusting.

The monster under the cloak seemed to feel the gaze of everyone, and the hand suddenly shrank into the black cloak. Then, the thing underneath the headscarf, whatever it is, took a sigh of relief, long and slow, and twitching, as if trying to suck in something other than air from the surroundings.

Everyone immediately felt a chill over the body.

"I finally waited for you," Marx whispered, "dementor."

It's complicated to say, but it can be just a few seconds of can be counted on one's fingers. Before Lupin got some action, everyone was surprised to find that Marx, who was standing at the door, took another step forward.

"After retreating!" Lupin loudly said.

"It's okay, Professor." Marx waved his hand toward the back, but the line of sight remained on the dementor.

He was keenly aware that Dementor did not seem to feel his presence.

“It seems that dementor does indirectly understand whether someone is close by feeling the emotions.”

Marx took out the wand. He didn't even read the mantra. He just called out a cloud of silver white and pushed the dementor tocibly.

Then he followed and went to the aisle outside.

At this moment, Lupin finally squeezed out from inside, holding his own wand in his hand, but after seeing Marx's behavior, he was surprised to be in the same place.

He couldn't think of it, Marx actually opened the hood of the dementor directly!

On Marx's left hand, the white mist of silver is lingering, which is undoubtedly a new use of Patronus Charm that Lupin has never seen before.

"..."

Marx forced the dementor to the edge of the aisle window with his left hand, and frowned at the defiant face of the dementor. After a while, he shook his head.

Dementor seems to be very uncomfortable with this kind of haze, has been struggling, but can not let it get rid of this embarrassing situation.

Marx didn't have time to take care of the feelings of the dementor. He pulled the window next to him and grabbed the dementor's neck to force it out of a window that wasn't too big.

Don't look at the dementor look big, but the body is unexpectedly thin. This seemingly impossible behavior was actually completed by Marx.

He turned and found that Lupin was looking at himself with a look at the monster.

“Oh, sorry, Professor,” Marx said calmly. “I just thought it would be inappropriate to leave it in the train.”

Lupin actually wants to say: I think your behavior seems to be not suitable.

When Marx returned to the carriage, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also looked at him strangely. Obviously, the scene of the horrible monster just plugging it out of the window was so shocking.

"Oh-Marx," Hermione couldn't help but start talking. "Are you... every character will change character every semester?"

"No, I think, I don't have this strange physique." Marx said, "I just think that the low-scheduling days are over, and if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time-"

"--I won't ignore you as I did last semester."

In fact, this is true. The Chamber of Secrets event can be regarded as an independent event. It is only related to Tom Riddle in the diary, so it is barely able to maintain the normal progress of the event by low-key. Although there were still some minor problems at the time, Marx also made up for it in time.

But in the next series of events, the changes are completely unpredictable.

The flaw in the Philosopher's Stone incident led Voldemort to escape with the possession of Quirrell. What will happen after that, Marx can't guess at all - there are too many possibilities.

Therefore, in the days to come, it is no longer a matter of forcing to maintain the development of the situation. It is better to take the initiative to prepare for Voldemort's return.

Relying on your own strength to guard against Voldemort, this is the safest choice.

"Oh--" Hermione hearing this snorted, and for a moment I didn't know what to say to cover up my embarrassment.

"Marx, what exactly is that?" Harry suddenly asked, "Really terrifying!"

"That is dementor."

Professor Lupin also came in. As he spoke, he pulled out a large piece of chocolate and smashed it into small pieces.

"Give! Eat it, it's good for you." He distributed the chocolate to everyone, but when it was Marx's turn, he hesitated. "Oh, Marx, do you need a piece?"

“Why not?” Marx naturally took Lupin’s half-baked chocolate pieces and stuffed them into his mouth.

Harry took the piece of chocolate but didn't eat it.

"Dementor?" He repeated the term in confusion.

"A dementor from Azkaban." Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin smashed the empty chocolate wrappers into his pocket.

"Eat," he said again. "It is good to eat. I am looking for the driver to say something, sorry..."

He walked past Marx and took a shot of Marx's shoulder and disappeared into the aisle.