Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A lot has happened recently.

For example, Lupin came back to teach, although he seemed to have had a sickness - his old robes were looser on his body, and there were more shadows under his eyes.

At least, he seems to be mental.

In another example, Marx retired from the Hufflepuff Academy.

This news makes everyone very puzzled. But the incredible thing is that, except for some of the little embarrassment, some students feel that Marx's behavior is very cool.

Perhaps everyone thinks that Marx suddenly played only because he was a member of Hufflepuff; and he suddenly retired, but showed a powerhouse style.

I have to say that Marx is almost regarded as the king of the Hogwarts Quiddich race. If he is on the court, no one can win!

Captain Wood of Gryffindor is one of the students who think so. When he knows that Marx is no longer playing, he immediately revived.

"Oh, yes! This is the first game!" he said to himself. "We still have a chance!"

Of course, no matter what Wood thinks - believe me, that doesn't matter. After all, there are certain things that are more important than this.

One day, the class bell rang.

Everyone Packs good things to the door, Harry is there, but...

"Wait a minute, Harry," Lupin called him. "I have something to tell you."

Harry doubted his footsteps and turned and walked back.

He watched Professor Lu Hu cast a layer of cloth on the box containing the "Hinkypunk" as the content of the lecture.

"I heard about the game," Lupin said, turning to the podium and putting the book in his briefcase. "That was a terrible accident..."

"Have you heard about those dementor?"

Lupin turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yes, I heard. Professor Dumbledore is very angry about this. We haven't seen him angry for a long time. In recent days, those guys have become more and more unstable - they are angry because they can't enter the campus - I think they made you fall down?"

"Yes, fortunately Marx helped me." Harry said absently.

Harry got a little stunned, and the question that had been pressed in his heart subconsciously blurted out, but it was too late to stop.

“Why? Why are they so serious to me? I am not—”

"It has nothing to do with weakness." Professor Lupin's eyes looked sharp, and he seemed to see what Harry was thinking.

"Those dementors have a greater impact on you than others, because they have not experienced the same horror as you."

A ray of sunshine shone into the classroom from the window, illuminating Lupin's gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face.

“Dementor is one of the most hateful creatures on Earth. They are flocking in the darkest and dirtiest places, enjoying corruption and despair – sucking the peace, hope and happiness in the air around them... ..."

"Be too close to a dementor, any positive emotions will be sucked away by it. If it is willing, it will depend on you for a long time, and finally make you like it - no soul, no evil. Leave it to you Only the worst memory of your life."

"The worst thing that happened to you - Harry, that's enough for anyone to fall off the broomstick! You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"When they are close to me -" Harry listened to Lupin's explanation, as if he had caught a glimmer of hope.

He glared at Lupin's desk and said that his throat was a little tight.

"--I can hear that Voldemort is killing my mother." He shivered and said the secret he had never told anyone.

Lupin's arm suddenly moved as if to grab Harry's shoulder, but he still didn't move.

The surrounding air seems to be getting a bit heavy.

"...Why are they coming to the playing field?" Harry was painfully.

"They are hungry." Lupin frowned and slammed his briefcase. "Dumbledore doesn't let them enter school, so the human victims who supply them are used up... I think a lot of people around the Quiddich stadium. It’s a very powerful temptation for them. The excitement and excitement of all the audiences are gathering there, and in their view it’s a feast.”

"Azkaban must be very terrifying." Harry Mumbled said, Lupin was gloomy and nodded.

"The castle is located on a small island, on the way to the sea, but there is no need to use walls and water to shut the prisoners, because the prisoners are in their grasp - the prisoners will lose even the simplest ideas, most prisoners for a few weeks It’s completely gone crazy.”

"But Black escaped from their hands," Harry thought as if he had been opened. He felt that he could pour in Lupin here. "He fled..."

Lupin's hand trembled and the briefcase slipped off the table, and he had to bend down quickly to squat.

"Yes," he said, straightening up. "Black may have found a way to deal with them, but I still don't believe he can... know that if the wizard and dementor stay together for too long, they will make the wizard Losing mana..."

"Marx let the group of dementors run away, so a big group!" Harry suddenly said.

"Yes, there is some way to defend against dementor." Although Lupin has been recovering his strength in the office, he also heard about the situation at the time. "However, the more they are, the harder it is to resist - McLorne does It’s really good, unimaginable, but that’s not something everyone can do.”

“Is that a curse? But I never learned it—” Harry asked immediately. “Can you teach me?”

"I don't want to pretend to be an expert against dementor, Harry..." Lupin was awkward.

"But if there is another Quidditch match, they come again, then I have a way to deal with them!"

Lupin looked at Harry's firm face and snorted, then said: "If you really want to learn, why not go to Mr. McLorne? I think he may be better than I used..."

"That--" Harry said with amazement. "Is that impossible? Marx will be more powerful than you-"

"At least, according to what I heard, McLorne's curse really works better than me." Lupin is also a complex face.

Who can think of it, a student of Third Year can not only call Patronus, but it is almost the same level of achievement - this is what Ms. McGonagall told him.

"But..." Harry hesitated. "Well, maybe I should actually ask Marx."

After bidding farewell to Lupin, Harry thought about it and finally he was relieved.

Indeed, Marx's mighty power is obvious to everyone, and Harry is convinced. And Marx's help to him also made him very grateful. To be honest, he didn't want to owe Marx any more, which made him feel that his life was still not clean.

But if you always think so, will they still be friends?

"No," Harry shook his head. "You don't have to think about it. You shouldn't have these things between friends."

“Thinking about it?” Ron suddenly asked, and Hermione also cast a questioning eye on him.

"Oh, I was thinking -"

Harry said that he was going to visit Marx, and Ron and Hermione were invited to join. In his opinion, this spell is really useful, it can withstand the sudden attack of terrifying monsters.

“Does Professor Lupin really say that?” Hermione exclaimed excitedly. “That’s so cool! Of course, I have to go!”

But Ron twisted his neck and revealed a look that was not very comfortable.

"Oh, you won't care about what happened last year?" Hermione couldn't help but say, "You have been twisting and pinching this semester. This is not very good. Are you not a good friend with Marx?"

"But..." Ron was reddened by Hermione's words. He looked tangled. "I think... well, I think you are right."

To be honest, don't look at Ron's usual temperament, but once something involves his fragile self-esteem, the nature of things is fundamentally different.

Ron was really embarrassed about the misunderstanding of Marx in the last semester.

Afterwards, Ron also vaguely understood why he made the kind of near-runaway behavior—that is because of inferiority and embarrassment.

On the surface, he didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, it was just the anger that broke out when Hermione was attacked. But only he knows that half of his reasons are venting.

So, when he learned the truth of the matter, he was even more embarrassed, but he could not tell anyone about it.

From this point of view, in Ron's character, there is indeed a part of Gryffindor; but another part of his self-deprecation, but invisibly weakened the qualities of his young lion.

Now, the longer he spends, the harder he is to speak. This has almost become a nail in his heart.

……

However, when the young lion trio decided to go to Marx to ask for advice, he found that Marx was missing.

They are almost used to Marx's ghosts.

"Wait a minute, maybe he will appear in a few days." Hermione shrugged.

In fact, until the end of November, Marx had been in the responsive room except for the time of class.

Recently, Aragog's business has come to an end, so he focused his research on wand - it is time to deal with Basilisk.

However, when Marx started his research, he immediately encountered a very difficult problem.

According to the limited amount of wand data in the library, the existing wand production technology is a secret family inheritance. This makes his layman almost impossible.

"I knew that I had a few books about wand in Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets..." He sat in the pleading room, staring at the blank notebook in front of him, and shook his head.