Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is the first time Harry has come to Hogsmeade, and he feels that he is really excited.

Honeydukes is worthy of the expert gas shop in the young wizard, which is full of people. Harry groaned around and squeezed through the crowd.

Then, Harry was pleased to see that Ron and Hermione were standing under a signboard - they were carefully looking at a bloody lollipop.

Harry sneaked behind them.

"...oh, no, Harry won't want it, I think it's for Vampire." Hermione is talking to Ron.

"How about that?" Ron said, stuffing a can of squeezing into the nose of Hermione's nose.

"Sure not." Harry couldn't help it.

Ron heard Harry's voice and almost didn't drop the can in his hand.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed. "What are you doing here? How are you - how come?"

“wa!” Ron’s eyes lit up and he was pleasantly surprised. “You learned to be latent!”

"Of course I didn't." Harry lowered his voice so that other students couldn't hear it.

Then he told them about Marauder's Map in detail.

“How did Fred and George never give it to me!” Ron was so angry that “I am their pro-younger brother!”

"But Harry won't take it for a long time!" Hermione hesitated. "I think it's better to give it to Professor McGonagall..."

Hermione’s dead brains are clearly committed again.

"No, I don't pay!" Harry said.

“Are you crazy?” Ron said, glaring at Hermione, “have you handed over such a good thing?”

"If I handed it, I would have to say where I got it! Filch will know what Fred and George took!"

"But what about Black?" Hermione worried about the authenticity. "He might just use a secret passage to enter the castle! If Professor McGonagall has this map-"

"He can't come in from the channel!" Harry retorted immediately. "There are seven secret passages on the map, right? Fred and George estimates that Filch might know four of them."

"In the other three, one has collapsed, and no one can come in from that passage; the entrance to the one is the Whoping Willow, and when I go in, I can't come out. And the one I just walked... oh... ...in the cellar it is really hard to see where its entrance is...so, unless...he knows that there is this secret passage..."

As he spoke, Harry began to groan.

If Black does know that there is this channel?

However, Ron cleared the scorpion in a serious way, pointing to a notice posted inside the Sweetshop gate.

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In the Ministry of Magic order, customers please note:

Before further notice, dementor will patrol the Hogsmeade street after sunset every day. This is purely for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and will be cancelled once Sirius Black is arrested again. It is better to expect customers to purchase before the evening.

Merry Christmas!

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“Look?” Ron spread his hand. “There are dementors everywhere, and I want to see how Black can break into Sweetshop in this situation. Anyway, Hermione, Sweetshop Boss will always hear someone break into it. Come, right? They live upstairs in Sweetshop!"

"Yes, but...but..." Hermione seemed to be trying to find a place to pick the thorns. "Look, Harry shouldn't have come to the Hogsmeade village. He didn't have a signed application form! If anyone finds Harry coming Here is coming, Harry will be in big trouble! And now it’s still bright – if Sirius Black is here today, now?”

"Actually, I am more concerned about the open-air party that Marx is going tonight - written on the notice, there is a dementor patrol at night!" Ron's heart seemed to be better, at least he could take the initiative to mention Marx.

The Harry trio argued with each other, but they didn't find it. In fact, Marx looked at them in a hall that was not far away!

At this moment, a seemingly random turn of a wizard wearing a shackle, naturally went from the crowd on the street to the alley where Marx was.

"Talino, how are you?" Marx calmly said.

"I really waited, my Old Partner is following there, rest assured!"

This awkward male wizard is the one that Tarx met in the Three Broomsticks Inn 帚 bar last time. At this moment, he is still the slinger, not a formal look.

“Not found?” Marx asked again.

"Impossible, without this ability, how dare to mix in the underground World?" Tarino hehe a said with a smile.

"That's it..." Marx nodded said. "It's almost time. I'll take over there. I will go to the Tyrande store tomorrow to get the other half of the reward. This transaction is complete."

"Thank you for your patronage, you can always find me when you need it next time - you already know the place."

Marx waved his hand and went back to the depths of the alley. Although Talino was in the same direction, but after turning a corner, he found that there was no Marx silhouette in front.

"Really..." Tarino couldn't help curl one's lip, "Fortunately, he doesn't want to eat with us."

Marx is of course invisible. After turning a few turns, he returned to the avenue from another alley. Immediately, he rushed in the direction of the post office.

Along the hidden mark left by the partner of Tarino, he quickly saw a plain wizard in a deep alley.

Marx threw a note at his feet, and the other side snorted and squinted, and then a flash of color in his eyes.

He picked up the note and looked at it, then brief remark gave him a look at the alley. The next moment, he decisively mixed into the flow of people, and soon disappeared.

"Mute."

After meditation in his heart, Marx ran straight into the depths of the alley, but his footsteps disappeared miraculously.

It must be said that the ability of the Assassin is indeed very practical, although it does not make much use in the face of the battle, but in this case, it can play a very big role.

Soon, he found a black dog that was slightly thin at the end of the alley. It was strolling in the shadows, but the hind legs did not seem to be a bit flexible.

"It seems that the last blow did leave him some injuries."

Black has no healing conditions, and somehow Marx's wand seems to have rejected his use. So until now, he still dragged his injury in action.

"In the willpower of willpower, there are probably not many people better than him." Marx couldn't help but think so.

At the same time, Marx's hands are not idle. He used Black's wand to point to the corner of his side. A broken plate that was not known to be thrown here immediately began to deform. In a twinkling of an eye, he became a big rat.

If you look carefully, the mouse and Ron's Scabbers look exactly the same.

Marx waved wand again, and the big mouse slammed through a corner not far from the black dog. After a moment of silence, he immediately ran to another lane. The speed was almost fast. !

But Black's alertness was always in Marx's judgment. The black dog suddenly turned his head and immediately saw the silhouette of the big mouse flashing.

Black can't use the word "familiar" to describe the mouse. It really only has a strong impression of "hate into the bone marrow."

At that moment, Black was like forgetting the injuries on his legs. When he spread his legs, he chased the old alley. When he passed by Marx in stealth, the pair of angry and crazy dog ​​eyes left Marx with a deep impression.

“Is it too hateful?” Marx quickly chased him up. He ran still and calmly pondered. “I hope that I don’t want to influence the plan for a while.”

Black's speed is very fast, and he is not hurt at all. The distance between him and the mouse that Marx has changed is constantly shortening.

Fortunately, the destination is coming soon!

When they turned a corner again, Marx controlled the mouse into one of the trash cans next to a window. He heard Harry's voice as Black tried to catch the mouse in the trash can.

Although Black stunned, he didn't hesitate too much, but immediately overthrew the trash can and sprinkled the rubbish inside—but the mouse had disappeared.

He certainly couldn't find it, because the mouse had already changed back to the broken plate as soon as he got into the trash can.

Marx walked past the raging Black and glanced outside the alley, just glimpsing Harry and Hermione, Ron, and walked into the door of the Three Broomsticks Inn.

It turns out that Black is now in the bottom of the side window of Three Broomsticks Inn.

Marx glanced at Black and saw that he was standing up and squatting at the window and glaring at Harry's silhouette, which was safe to nodded.

When you get here, the plan is equal to more than half of the success.

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The Three Broomsticks Inn is still so crowded and noisy.

There are a lot of guests, the house is warm and smoky, and a mature woman with a graceful face and a face is looking after a bunch of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Madam Rosmerta." Ron's face floated a layer of flushed red, he added. "I'm going to call wine, okay?"

Harry and Hermione walked behind the room, where there was a small table between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, and it was close to the fireplace.

But Harry didn't know, Sirius Black looked at him secretly outside the window!

After 5 points clock, Ron came back, holding a three-cup hot bubble Butterbeer.

"Merry Christmas!" he said happily, raising his big cup.

Harry raised his toast and took a big sip.

He felt that this was the best drink he had ever tasted, and that the wine seemed to warm him up from the inside out, and he immediately drank a big swig.

Suddenly, a breeze ran over his hair, and the door of Three Broomsticks Inn opened again. Harry looked at the door from the side of the big cup, but he almost gave him the look.