Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Well?” Harry asked curiously. “What are you doing?”

"Yes, yes... Then, we accidentally noticed Filch's filing cabinet drawers, one of which said: "Confiscation of supplies, high risk."

"Don't tell me you-" Harry said, unable to help but smile. "Hey, what did you do?"

Fred Dear squeezed his eyes and said: "George threw a large dung bomb and distracted him. And I quickly pulled the drawer and grabbed it - this!"

He said, pointing to the old parchment on the table.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you have to know," said George. "We think that Filch never found out how to use this parchment... but he probably guessed what it was, or he wouldn't. Confiscate it."

"Do you know how to use it?"

“Oh, yeah,” Fred said with a smile. “This little thing teaches us more than the teacher taught at the school!”

"Are you jealous of me?" Harry looked at the tattered parchment, his face unbelief.

"Oh, you said we lied to you?" George exaggeratedly spread his hand, then took out wand and gently clicked on the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Suddenly, the thin lines of ink immediately spread like a spider web, starting from where Wand had just touched.

These lines are interlaced and extend to every corner of the parchment, and then some curved ink green writing begins to appear above the parchment:

“Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs—Mr. are proud to present Marauder's Map !”

This map draws in detail all the details of Hogwarts.

However, what is really worth noting is the small ink dots that move along the map, and each ink dot is marked with a very small letter.

Harry was so surprised that he leaned over and looked at it.

A small ink dot in the upper left corner shows that Professor Dumbledore is pacing in Study; Filch's cat Mrs. Norris is on the third floor; and the ghost Peeves who love to tease people are jumping around in the prize room.

Harry's eyes swept up and down in the corridor he was familiar with.

"Hey--" Harry suddenly looked up and looked at the Weasley Family's twin brother. "Did you see Marx?"

"Oh, I am... oh... maybe he has left school?" George shrugged. "Don't care about that. Today it's mainly for you to see-"

With George's finger, Harry noticed something.

This map shows a series of passages that he has never been to before. Many of these passages seem to be the gateway...

“It’s the way to the village of Hogsmeade,” Fred said, pointing his finger along a passage. “There are seven! Hey, Filch knows these four –”

He pointed out the four ones. "But we are sure, only we know the other ones... don't have to worry about the back of the mirror on the fifth floor. We used it until last winter, but it collapsed - completely blocked Living."

"We don't think anyone has ever passed this because the Whomping Willow is planted at its entrance..."

"But, this one - yes, hey. It has been passed to the cellar of Honeydukes. We have been there many times. You may have noticed that the entrance is just below this room, through this one-eyed old woman. Humpback."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs," Joe sighed, and he patted the title of the map. "We owe them a lot of love!"

"Noble people, work tirelessly, to help a new generation of people who break the rules!" Fred Dezhuang is very authentic.

"Right," George said briskly. "Don't forget to use it and wipe it off!"

"--Others will see it." Fred De warned, "Just tap it and say 'Mischief Managed', it becomes a blank parchment again."

"So, little Harry," Fred said, strangely, learning Percy's tone. "Remember to behave."

"See you at Honeydukes." George squinted.

Then, both of them smirked and left with satisfaction.

……

In fact, Marx is really not in school, and at the moment he is visiting the manager family of Hogsmeade Village with Tyrande!

"... Mr. Horsa, this event is also to commemorate the founder Hanjis." Marx sat on the sofa and calmly said, "You know, I am also a member of Hufflepuff house, and Mr. Hanjis is also - This is the glory of our house."

Opposite him, a fat old man with a brown beard is lying halfway in another larger sofa. If it is only about width, he is like a lost brother of Hagrid.

Fat old man Horsa looked at Marx lazily: "Yes, this sounds like a good proposal... My great ancestor created the Hogsmeade village here, which is worth recording in Britain A History Major event in of Magic!"

“In fact, it was indeed recorded in the Britain A History of Magic.” Marx echoed.

"Yes, you are right." Hosa extended a fat finger and pointed at Marx. "To be honest, I also want to go to this open-air party, but it is a pity that I The body - you know."

"I don't care about people commenting on my body. It's not a big deal... but I have to say that it makes me feel a little tired." Hossa said, "It's really not very active." Convenience……"

Behind Hosa, a nurse-like woman patted him on the shoulder.

"Sir, it's time to take the medicine," she said.

Hosa blinked and shook his fat-filled head.

"Well, okay - then I won't send you," he said to Marx. "Child, I agree with this event - I have no reason to refuse - I will let my son go to take part in my participation."

After that, Marx ordered nodded towards Tyrande sitting next to him, and then politely got up and said goodbye.

"I said, cough cough... Mr. McLorne..." When I got outside the house, Tyrande was always staring at Marx. "I think, I still don't... cough cough... I can't accept this fact--"

“Businessmen first care about the benefits,” Marx said faintly. “But I am very happy. Sometimes, more humane cooperation is more conducive to continuity and development.”

"But I can't see where you are happy at all." Tyrande couldn't help but secretly cursed.

Just a few steps away, Tyrande could not help.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne,” he asked again. “I want to ask, your event... cough cough... Although it’s not much gold Galleon, it’s a cough... it’s a sum of money –”

“What do you want to ask?” Marx turned his head.

"cough cough...yeah!" Tyrande said.

“This is a human investment with uncertain returns,” Marx said naturally. “I just said it – I like the more humane cooperation.”

With him, he often does not understand Tyrande doing business in magic circle to go through arduous training or hard work. Indeed, having a good relationship with the graduating students is a low-cost and efficient option.

If done right, Marx can build a network of his own in just a few years. Regardless of the results, the value that can be created is definitely higher than the cost of input.

And the most crucial thing is that this kind of investment is not complicated and does not require frequent follow-up operations.

The relationship between people is sometimes as simple as that.

"It's like...cough cough...a shrinking Hogwarts?" Tyrande couldn't help but say.

But Marx shook his head: "That also needs a powerful strength to support - the Potioneer's ability alone is not enough."

"You want to be the next one... Dumbledore?" Tyrande widened his eyes.

In fact, Tyrande wanted to say "Grindelwald".

After all, the latter was done more directly and more thoroughly; he stayed in the magic circle and left a dark Legendary - but he failed, and Dumbledore defeated him in a dying duel with his personal strength.

However, Marx still shook his head.

"I am me, not the next one." He calmly said, "I don't have the love of guarding the magic circle, nor the ambition to conquer and change the magic circle... I just pretended to be raining, nothing more."

The two talked from time to time and went to the avenue of Hogsmeade village.

……

On the other hand, Harry has followed the secret passage to the cellar of Honeydukes.

It is filled with wooden chairs, boxes and drums, which are filled with a variety of stocks.

Harry climbed out of the floor door and carefully closed it - the door was completely integrated with the dusty floor, and I really couldn't see a door on the floor.

He slowly climbed to the wooden staircase leading upstairs.

Now he is convinced that he has heard the voices of various people, not to mention the sound of ringing the bell and opening and closing the door.

Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do. At this moment, he suddenly heard that there was a door open and someone was about to go downstairs.

"Get another box of jelly slug, dear... they are about to buy our stock..." A woman’s voice passed down.

Immediately, a pair of feet stepped on the stairs.

Harry quickly got to the back of a huge wooden crate and waited for the footsteps to go.

He heard the man moving the box at the opposite wall. He thinks maybe there will be no more chances -

Harry quickly and quietly came out of the hiding place and walked up the stairs as quickly as possible; he looked back and saw a wide back and a shiny head buried under a box.

He walked to the door at the top of the stairs and slid out the door, and he found himself behind the counter at Honeydukes.

Honeydukes is as full of Hogwarts students as ever, and no one will take a look at Harry.

Harry walked among them and looked around.