Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Harry woke up from his bed, Marx had already left.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey wasn't really willing to let Marx go first, but after she was overwhelmed by Marx's theory, she had to admit that Marx was really fine... probably.

So Madam Pomfrey pointed the gun at poor Harry.

Under the temptation of Madam Pomfrey, Harry didn't realize it for a long time—it seems that he had to stay in the school hospital for the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to make him happy.

Hagrid gave him a bunch of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny was flushed and gave him a homemade rehabilitation card if Harry didn't close the card and Pressing it under the dish or the fruit basket, it screams an unknown song.

After that, the team members of the Gryffindor team came, and Wood followed the last one. He was empty and looked completely lifeless. But he said to Harry, he didn't blame Harry at all, it wasn't Harry's fault.

Ron and Hermione have long arrived, they have been on the edge of the bed and left at night.

Everyone can see that Harry's state is not good.

But no matter what others say or do, Harry can't feel better, because what people know is only half of his troubles.

He didn't tell anyone about his ominous things, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew that Ron would lose one's head out of fear, and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the only thing he is not sure about is Marx.

"Maybe, Marx already knows something..." Harry recalled the warm, sinister silver white fog that was pulling him.

He pondered for a while, but he had to shake his head.

By the way, there is the black dog that has appeared twice!

Every time I saw the black dog, there was almost a fatal incident: the last time, he was almost killed by Knight Bus; this time, he fell off the fifty-foot broomstick.

Is that really as ominous as Professor Trelawny said?

If that is the case, then, is it ominous to keep entangled with him until he is really dead? Is it necessary to keep an eye on this beast for the rest of his life?

"If there is any trouble, come to me, I will help you solve it." - Harry inexplicably recalled the words Marx had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he couldn't rely on Marx just like this. This is not what he should do.

The arrogance of young lion will always ignite spontaneously at this time.

Yes, there are those damn dementor!

Every time I think about them, Harry feels sick and humiliated - everyone says they are terrifying, but no one else is like him, they faint as soon as they approach? No one else has repeatedly heard the voice of his parents before his death in his mind!

And Marx can even run them with that powerful spell!

In the middle of the night, Harry was lying in the hospital. I don't know if he slept more during the day or for other reasons. He couldn't sleep.

He stared at the ceiling, the a path of moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains.

"Oh, are the rain clouds gone?" Harry muttered.

At this time, he seemed to hear the words of "her" and heard those words repeated again and again.

When the dementor approached him, he heard the voice of Mother at the end of his life. She tried to protect him from Voldemort's injury; he also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing mother...

Throughout the night, Harry woke up in his dreams and dreamed of sleep in an intermittent sleep. He dreamed of wet, slippery, rotted hands, and the pleading of send cold shivers down one's spine.

He woke up at once, but the voice of mother was always echoing in his mind and lingering.

……

Just as Harry tossed and turned, in the depression in the depths of Forbidden Forest.

"...Aragog, hasn't there been a black dog all the time in the woods?" Marx asked as he prepared for the potion.

"Black dog?" Aragog said, and asked a few words to the children not far away. "It seems that there is one, but the little thing is only on the edge, it rarely runs. Come inside."

"That's good."

Marx is not going to make contact with Sirius Black yet, at least not yet.

He said, licking the reagent tube and walking towards Aragog.

The experiment has been done several times, and Aragog is already used to it - at least it won't be as nervous as it was the first time.

As the medicinal liquid feeds its with the body, Marx sits directly on the side of the trunk, waiting quietly for some of the next changes that may occur.

Although in terms of data, the value of the transformation of potion and Aragog has increased a lot, probabilistic events are always probabilistic events, and it will not become a necessity because of your expectations.

Looking at Aragog's abdomen and feet are gradually filled with some green, and its eight eyeballs are also faintly grayish--this is the state that appeared in the last experiment, Marx just calmly recorded The time and extent of change, and continue to focus on their attention.

Just then, Aragog showed further reaction!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only the chest and abdomen and the feet, but even the back of the strip-like pattern was filled with the dull green! Something like scales is spreading from its forehead.

“Hey—” Marx glanced at his eyes subconsciously, but immediately squinted and removed his gaze.

He felt that his skin seemed to get tight.

Marx, who noticed this, immediately pulled out a potion bottle and pulled out the stopper and poured a small medicinal liquid into his mouth - that is, the Mandrake resurrection potion he had prepared for, just to cope with this situation. .

Although I didn't pay attention to it, I was successful in the bloodline transformation experiment!

“Aragog, how is it?” Marx looked at the experimental record in his hand and did not forget to ask about the status of Aragog in the first place.

He has to record this precious experimental data in its entirety.

"Yes... I feel... very good!" Aragog's voice was gone, it seems that his change is not small.

"I think I really got the ability to get that thing," it said. "Although most of them are not complete, at least, I can go to sleep too - this will allow me to get longer."

"Your children will get more complete abilities, this is for sure." Marx nodded. "However, I suggest you better close your eyes, otherwise your children can't stand it, your wife is also ""

"I think you are right..." Aragog said, closing all eight eyes.

Until then, Marx was able to see the changes in Aragog.

There is no doubt that its change is significant.

At the moment, Aragog, almost half of the body has been covered with a fine snake scale like a nail, and its body size has become larger.

On its back, the original stripe was slightly black, and the rest became a dark green.

Its cheek-like mouthparts seem to be sharper, and the faint light above it looms, seemingly hiding deadly toxins.

What is most interesting to Marx is a round erythema on the Aragog's forehead—perhaps, its descendants will not be known as Basilisk.

"Aragog, we succeeded." Marx stepped forward and patted its long legs casually, but his other hand had already held the wand handle in his sleeve.

"Yes, I didn't expect it to be really successful!" Aragog looked very excited. "Thank you very much, this will give my community more opportunities to survive!"

“Yes, my friend.” Marx put his hand on its lap and continued, “Your ethnic group will be as long as our friendship!”

"Oh, of course, my friend!" Aragog said naturally. "When my next child is born, I will take my group to the deeper part of the forest to live! You can come to us at any time. Except you and Hagrid, none of us welcome!"

Ok! After becoming stronger, it is even more embarrassing...

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog can develop such a large group! This is also a living wisdom, Marx feels that he can really understand this thinking.

Perhaps, Aragog is not only improving the strength - Marx's heart can not help but produce such speculation.

Until then, Marx let go of the hand that secretly held Wand.

After many times, Aragog didn't just open the eyes, Marx left the recess and went to sleep. The things today are really tiring, and he really feels a little tired.

Although the integrity of the soul has been confirmed at the beginning, it also denies the doubt that the emotion is permanently missing, and even today he successfully cast Patronus Charm indirectly proves this.

There is no doubt that the "can be suppressed by some unknown power" is undoubted.

Casting the Patronus Charm in this state is not only laborious, but it always gives him a sense of unreality in the fog.

“Is this lucky, or should I feel helpless?” Marx lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling and thought, “Well, in fact, nothing can be felt.”

On that day, the kind of touch that felt in Honeydukes Sweetshop, Marx suddenly wanted to experience it again - he felt that it should be the key to cracking the test.

In the midst of confusion, the more Marx wants to go further, the gradual ignorance of consciousness. Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.

The night sky after the rainstorm seems to be exceptionally clear, and the stars are shining with faint brilliance.