Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Just the day before the Gryffindor team members sent a mourning, Hufflepuff’s new team was training...

"Diggory Senior."

In the rain curtain that poured down, a clear voice came from the field.

"Wait, stop." Cedric loudly shouted, "I will go down and you will continue to train!"

The Quiddich uniforms of the little ones were soaked, but they didn't feel it, and they continued to practice before the game.

Cedric controlled his own broom and went to the ground. At first he just saw a silhouette in vagueness, until recently he saw the appearance of the comer.

That is Marx!

He was standing in the rain at this moment, but the violent rain fell to him, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and slipped away from him.

At this moment, his body is still dry, and Cedric's wet, close-fitting wolf is very different.

"Oh, McLorne? Your waterproof spell looks really good..." Cedric looked at him strangely and asked, "Is there anything here today?"

During this time since the beginning of the school year, he has invited Marx to join the team three times, but Marx has always refused euphemistically, with one exception.

As the game day gradually approached, he also gave up the idea of ​​asking for an invitation again.

He didn't understand a bit. Today, Marx is here with heavy rain. What is it for?

"I came to apply for the first place in the game." Marx did not move the expression. "I kept thinking, I have to pay for the honor of the Hufflepuff house, so I am coming."

"Oh--Is it?" Cedric said with pleasure. "That's great! I'll ask you - there must be someone who is willing to make a place for you!"

Sure enough, when Cedric called everyone down, the new team members were very welcome to Marx.

In the Hufflepuff house, where the collective sense of honor is unusually significant, personal honors are not so important. Everyone is willing to contribute their own position for the Hufflepuff house.

Of course, Marx chose the position of the chasing player.

Although it is most appropriate for his plan to put Cedric off, he can suddenly run out and replace Captain's position. This is not a good idea.

Later, Marx also removed the waterproof spell and started a more rushed run-in training with the other team members.

It must be said that Marx's innate talent in flight is indeed very powerful, as long as he enters the team, the whole rhythm will gradually unfold around him.

Not long after, Cedric adjusted the tactical layout over and over again to accommodate Marx's participation.

Until the end, the Hufflepuff team once again returned to the original tactical mode - focusing on the basis of the acquisition, focusing on the scoring strategy of chasing the offensive and defensive.

To be honest, everyone can't wait for the upcoming game, because Hufflepuff's "cutting madness" is back!

The first game can come faster than they think.

The next day, when the Hufflepuff team members had just finished training, Slytherin's Captain, Marcus Flint, suddenly appeared at the entrance to the Quiddich field locker room.

"Hey, Diggory!" Flint, who looked at the door, leaned against the doorframe. "It's a bit of a thing to talk to you."

Cedric looked at him questioningly and asked, "What is it?"

Hufflepuff's team members walked in with wetness, and when they saw Flint, they all showed a disgusting expression.

Flint is a guy who is unscrupulous in his quest for victory. He is carrying small Sparks on the Stadium with other Slytherin team members. No one in the other house's team likes him.

"In fact, our team's Seeker was injured before - it was made by Hippogriff, a stupid big professor. I think you should be clear..." Flint smirked. "So we have to change with you." Look at the preliminary game."

“Is this not very compliant?” Cedric frowned.

"Just change the game, how can there be irregularities?" Flint smiled, revealing a slanted tooth, which looked a bit disgusting.

"Flint Senior, have you graduated yet..."

Suddenly, Marx came out from behind. He calmly looked at the other and said, "If I remember correctly, you have Seventh Year last year?"

Flint's smirked expression immediately froze.

That's right, this guy should have left school last year, but because many courses are unqualified, he has been relegated! This is undoubtedly a shame in the pure-blood family, and his father was so angry that he stopped and thought he had blacked out the Flint family.

"hmph! Yeah! I am leveling, what's the matter?" He glared at Marx, gnashing teeth.

"We already know about the game," Marx calmly stepped forward to him and looked at him coldly. "Is there anything else to say?"

Marx took out wand, and the brilliance of Cui Green appeared at the top of the wand, and Flint was scared to take a few steps back.

"No, no...nothing..." he stuttered and ran away after he left the locker room, and there was no shadow in the blink of an eye.

Several senior Hufflepuffs looked at Marx's wand and also a little trembling in fear. They also learned the terrifying of Unforgivable Curse, knowing that the magic power of the curse is green.

“That is—” Cedric asked cautiously.

“en? Oh...” Marx turned and waved wand, turning off the green light on the tip. “It’s just a variant of the wand glow, no need to be nervous.”

They all sighed with relief, and only a few junior team members maintained a look of stunned.

"Slytherin is nothing more than not wanting to race in this weather, but in any case, their strength is the same, even if you change the game environment, there will be no chance." Marx calmly analyzed, "They don't even have to Can win Gryffindor."

On the eve of the game, the wind and the rain are still non-stop, even more powerful than before.

The corridors and classrooms were dark, and the professors had to use more torches and lights to illuminate them. The Slytherin team is indeed smug, and no one can match Malfoy in this regard.

"Ah, if my arm is a little better," he said aloud, and he sighed from time to time.

At this time, the outdoor wind is hitting the window, and the sound of jingling is constantly being heard.

Harry got rid of a Captain Wood behind him and stopped at the outside of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He pushed the door open and rushed in.

"Sorry, I am late, Professor Lupin, I--" he said as he walked inside.

However, it wasn't Professor Lupin, but Snape, who looked at him on the podium.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, I think I should give Gryffindor a deduction and sit down."

“Where did Professor Lupin go?”

Lupin is naturally not here. Because at this time, he also had to shrink in the corner of the office, waiting for the deformation state of werewolf.

Marx's wolfbane potion effect is very good, although Lupin turned into a werewolf form last night, but his sane still remains.

Only the more time, the more painful he is.

Remus Lupin is a lonely person, which is inseparable from his painful experience. When he was four years old, his father offended the werewolf Fenrill Greyback. In retaliation, on a certain night, Greyback invaded the Lupin home from the window and bit the young Remus Lupin.

Since then, Lupin's life has become awkward and lonely.

As time passed quietly, his parents used all kinds of methods, but they failed to cure him. He and his parents thought that he could not enter Hogwarts anymore - other parents would not want their children to be close to a werewolf.

Dumbledore gave him the opportunity to meet a lot of friends at school, including Sirius Black and Harry's father James Potter... and of course, Pettigrew Peter.

That was the happiest day for him.

But after graduation, Lupin, who was immersed in friendship, had to start to face reality. In his case, it is difficult to get a suitable job, and his life has become difficult.

It doesn't matter how hard it hurts, he can stick to it.

The only thing that made him feel sad was that he had scared a child on a full moon night.

Although he tried to suppress his wolf, he quickly left there. But he will never forget, the scary and fearful tender eyes.

Lupin is a person who likes children very much, but he himself scares a pure child, which makes him feel disgusted for himself for the first time.

In the past, even if he knew that he was not normal, he could treat himself as a victim – and it is true. From that day on, he suddenly understood a conclusion that made him feel sad.

Sometimes, the victim will become a perpetrator. On his own, this is probably an inevitable result.

"McLorne, you... are you really scared?"

Lupin, which became a werewolf form, looks ugly, but because the effect of wolfbane potion is constantly working, he looks calm.

“Why?” Marx asked calmly.

Trusted by Dumbledore, Marx was responsible for guarding Lupin as he turned, lest he misunderstand during this critical period.

He sat behind Lupin's desk and bowed down to write something, while Lupin shrank in the corner between the bookshelf and the desk.

“Werewolf is always disturbing – they are cruel, bloodthirsty, and passionate about attacking humans, very dangerous.” It became Lupin in a low of werewolf, muffled voice said, “No?”

"Professor, are you doubting the effect of the wolfbane potion I prepared?"

Marx moved his gaze from the notebook to Lupin's furry face, and he reached out and patted Lupin's shoulder, squeezing out a dry smile.

"Reassured, at least I think, the effect is very good." He played hard with the play with a smile.