Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Really terrifying," said Neville, who was undecided. The tone was significantly higher than usual. "When the thing comes in, do you feel cold?"

“I feel weird,” Ron said, twisting his shoulder uncomfortably. “It seems like I will never be happy again...”

Ginny curled up in the corner and shivered. She hugged her knees and sobbed in a low voice. Hermione walked over and grabbed her with her arms.

"Ginny, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this."

Marx pulled out a small bottle with a small half bottle of medicinal liquid, which looked like a milk with water, but everyone felt a warmth when they looked at it.

Ginny certainly felt it. She looked up at Marx and said, "I can... can I?"

"Of course, it will be much better to drink." Marx handed the bottle to Ginny. "It only suffices to drink a little bit, and the fingernail is so big."

“It seems to be very precious. Is it your newly invented potion?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Oh, yes,” Marx said. “Well, I mean it’s really expensive, but it’s not a potion – it’s not made by blending.”

"Oh - I always wanted to ask -" Harry couldn't help but say, "Marx, what's in your robe? It's like a locker filled with potions!"

Marx hearing this shrugged, "This is my secret."

As they spoke, Ginny twitched and unplugged the cork, then carefully took a sip.

Suddenly, she clearly felt that there was a warm current that flowed down the throat and then spread out in the stomach in an instant - her mood changed incredibly.

"Oh - I feel happy." Ginny smiled on his face, but he turned his face and said, "But it tastes so bitter..."

She refilled the cork and intended to return it to Marx, but Marx waved her hand.

"You can keep it for yourself and use it for those who need it." He said casually.

“Oh – thank you,” Ginny thanked for the nodded location. “But I think it’s best not to drink a second time.”

“Have she become more cheerful?” Ron looked strangely at Ginny.

"That's only temporary. When the effect is over, it will return to normal state. Um... It will take about two or three minutes."

After a while, Professor Lupin is back.

He paused when he came in, looking around all around, smiling smiled and said, "I didn't poison the chocolate, you know..."

He was talking, but his eyes were attracted by the potion bottle in Ginny's hand.

"Oh, is this?"

"Give the milk of the Chev flower juice." Marx said casually.

"That's great..." Lupin corner of the mouth twitched.

Although it sounds simple, the material of "Cef Flower" is not cheap, and the individual Coff flower juice can play a similar role to the high-level potion "recreation agent", and there is no sequela of singing and dancing.

"...well, we will be at Hogwarts after ten minutes." Professor Lupin said, "Are everyone better?"

They didn't talk much about the rest of the journey.

Finally, the train finally stopped at the Hogwarts station. When I got off the bus, it was really a mess: owl screamed, and the cats were busy from time to time, even Neville's pet toad was screaming under his hat.

The little platform was already frozen, and the cold rain hua hua was underground.

"First Year's coming here!" cried a familiar voice.

Hagrid has bent over and pulled out of the train. He is now beckoning to the new students of lose one's head out of fear to lead them through the traditional journey through the lake.

"Are you alright, three of you?" Hagrid shouted at the many heads across the head. Harry waved at him, but didn't have a chance to talk to him because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the school's other students on a rough, muddy road.

There, at least a hundred cars are waiting for the rest of the students, each car is covered by an invisible horse – Harry can only assume this, because after they climb into a carriage and close the car, the carriage Drive automatically.

The carriage stumbled all the way, and there was a hint of musty smell and dry straw in the carriage.

Carriage is rolling forward, with a pair of magnificent cast iron doors in front, with stone pillars on both sides and small sculptures with winged wild boars on the top.

They saw two tall, hooded dementors standing guarding the sides of the gate. As they approached, there seemed to be another cold wave coming to the side.

"It’s all hidden under the cloak, but it’s really impossible to tell which one is...” Marx looked at them, thinking in his heart.

Carriage increased speed on the long ramp lane and sailed to the front of the castle. Hermione leaned out of the window and watched as many pylons and towers approached them.

Finally, the carriage stopped and swayed, and everyone hurriedly got out of the car.

Then they saw that there was a person standing on the stone steps leading to the castle.

"McLorne, come over."

It was Snape. He stinks and never looks at other people. He moved to Marx and then turned and went to the castle.

Marx snorted and greeted Harry and they quickly followed.

In Snape's office.

“Professor, is there anything to find me?” Marx asked.

“Wolfbane potion, do you know?” Snape asked straightforwardly.

“Oh, yes—” Marx paused. “Professor Lupin needs it, is it for me to prepare?”

This time I changed Snape and stunned it.

"You know him... well, would you force the wolfbane potion?" he hesitated as he looked at Marx. "How about the success rate?"

Snape is a bit curious about Marx's knowledge that Lupin is werewolf, but he is more concerned with the preparation of wolfbane potion, which is not as difficult as it is.

"It should be around 80%. If you have tried it, you will know it." Marx said calmly.

"Well..." Snape frowned and thought about it. This said, "Then you should try it first. The time for wolfbane potion should be known. You must be prepared before that."

Marx clicked on nodded to understand.

Giving this task to Marx was Dumbledore's idea, and Snape didn't object, but he had intended to show it to Marx first. Who knows that Marx's progress in potion is so fast.

In the last semester, Marx was a low-key activity in the school, and Snape's exchanges in potion were much less. But he didn't expect it, even if Marx was just a person who was burying his head in research, but he also had rapid progress that no one could match.

It can be said that Marx's innate talent and diligence in magic is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But Snape knows where there are deeper reasons for hiding in it, even Marx himself is not aware of it.

After the account was over, Marx left and went to the auditorium to see if he couldn't catch up with the separate house ceremony, but he was stopped by Snape.

"What else is there, professor?"

Snape looked at him impatiently, and it took a little while to start talking.

"If you have time, look good at Potter." He reluctantly said, and added a sentence, "...this is Dumbledore."

"Okay, Professor."

The two walked one step after another and walked quickly to the first floor.

In the auditorium is a sea of ​​pointed black hats. Each long dinning table is filled with students. Thousands of candles shine their faces, and these candles are suspended in the air on the long table.

Professor McGonagall walked to the center of the table with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

"It was catching up, but..." Marx shook his head faintly. "You have to listen to hat and sing it again..."

New students at Hogwarts School should wear Sorting Hat to decide which house they should go to, and this hat will yell out the house they are best at. But it always has a bad habit - it always loves to sing the qualities of each house with a strange accent, and inserts a few words that it thinks are interesting.

When Marx and Snape walked in together, everyone turned their attention to them.

Marx politely leaned down to the upper body to show courtesy, but Snape never did, and he strode to the empty seats in the classroom.

"Hey - Marx! here!"

At the long table of the Hufflepuff house, a beautiful woman with a long blond hair is waving at him - it is Charlotte Werther Senior Sister.

"Good evening, Senior Sister." Marx walked over and sat in the empty seat next to her. "Congratulations on your promotion to Seventh Year, you can graduate soon."

"Don't mention it! I don't know if I can pass the 'super-wage test'!" Charlotte frowned and said, "That's really 'super fatigue'!"

“Is there any difficulty? Maybe I can help you a little...”

As the two chatted with each other, Professor Dumbledore stood up and spoke, and the auditorium immediately quieted down.

Dumbledore is very old, but always gives an energetic impression.

His hair and beard are a few feet long, wearing half-moon glasses, and the nose is hooked. People often say that he is the greatest wizard of today, but everyone respects him not only for this.

Even Marx has to admit that this age-old white wizard has an innate sense of affinity, and you will feel good about him involuntarily.

“Welcome!” said Professor Dumbledore, the radiance of the candle shone his white beard. “Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to everyone...”

"One of the things is very serious. I don't think it's better to make this clear before you get confused by this meal..."