Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Just at the door of Three Broomsticks Inn, McGonagall and Flitwick walked in with a fluttering snowflake.

Followed by the big man Hagrid, he and a man wearing a dark yellow green bowler hat, a cloak, and a dignified man are talking hotly - this person is the Ministry of Magic long Cornelius Fudge.

Ron and Hermione put their hands on Harry's head and pushed him down the table.

Hermione made a curse and moved a Christmas tree by the side to their desk and covered them all. Harry looked out through the thick foliage of the lower part of the Christmas tree, only to see that the four chairs at the adjacent table were pulled open, and then he heard the Teachers sitting down with Fudge, muttering and making a few Sigh.

Then, a dialogue rang.

"A small cup of canyon water -"

"My." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pint of honey wine -"

“Thank you, Rosmerta,” Hagrid said.

“A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails—”

“wu!” Professor Flitwick said, still licking his lips.

"Then your red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," Fudge said. "I must say, I am so happy to see you again - you have a cup too, okay? Come and sit with us..."

"Okay. Many thanks -"

Madam Rosmerta hadn't finished yet, the door of Three Broomsticks Inn was opened again, and a sound that made Harry startled from the door clearly passed from the door.

"Sorry, Madam Rosmerta, before that, give me a cup... um... Butterbeer, thank you!" The calm tone was apparently Marx was talking, Harry heard it all at once, "... always listen It’s said that Butterbeer is very popular with the students, but I haven’t tasted it yet!”

"Oh-Marx?" Hagrid's voice sounded very cheerful. "I haven't seen you for a long time, since the last time - you know!"

"Yes, of course," Marx said. "There are a lot of things to learn recently, and I can’t spare time..."

"Marx, listen to me - you don't have a signed application form -" Professor McGonagall seems to be a bit disapproving. After all, she always values ​​the rules.

"Okay, yes... but I don't think I can find anyone to sign my application."

Marx's tone is still calm, like a statement about something that has nothing to do with him. The meaning contained in the discourse made Hagrid could not help but shed tears.

"Oh - I understand, I understand how you feel, Marx."

"Sorry, Hagrid, don't be too hard..."

Hagrid, who has always been so thin in appearance, seems to have kept Marx, and Harry can even imagine the feeling of suffocation that is stretched by the power of a powerful force - he also experienced the feeling.

"Well -- maybe that's it, but --" Professor McGonagall groaned. "Oh, okay - Albus didn't care about going to the party - I mean, Professor Dumbledore."

“Don't worry, Professor McGonagall!” Marx said. “I will take care of myself – oh, thank you, Madam Rosmerta.”

He took a large cup of Butterbeer and took a shallow sip.

At this point, Harry's heart had been jumping to the eyes of the blind man.

He did not expect that not only the Teachers came, but Marx also came! He didn't sign like himself, but he sat around the professor with a big sway – it was simply incredible.

Should he go out? Say hello to the professors? No, he doesn't have this courage!

Hermione also seemed a little uneasy, her legs twitching slightly next to Harry.

"What wind has blown you here, minister?" Rosmerta sat down beside Fudge.

Harry saw Fudge's thick lower body twisting on the chair as if to see if anyone was eavesdropping around.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "What else will happen besides Sirius Black? Dear? I dare say, you have heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

“I heard rumors,” said Madam Rosmerta. “But I also heard that there is a student who wants to run a graduate farewell party –”

"I don't know where to start getting angry." Professor McGonagall sighed.

“Do you think Black is still in this area, Minister?” Madam Rosmerta whispered.

"Sure," Fudge said shortly.

“Do you know that Dementor has searched my little pub twice?” said Madam Rosmerta, with a bit of sharpness in his voice. “They scared my customers away – it’s bad for doing business. ,minister."

"Rosmerta, dear, I am like you, I don't like them either!" Fudge said uneasily. "That's necessary defense... but you're right, I just met a few. They are irritated by Dumbledore. Extremely - he would not let them enter the castle grounds."

“I think it’s bad to let them in,” Professor McGonagall said sharply. “These terrifying things are floating around, how do we teach?”

"Search and defense can't rely too much on them. After all, in the final analysis, they are not solid." Marx calmly said.

“Yes, remember?” said Professor Flitwick, a short stature. “We all know that Black can—”

"Do you know, I still can't believe it..." Madam Rosmerta didn't care how Black escaped. "Sirius Black is the one I've never thought of in the fall of the bad guys." The person who does... I mean, I remember that when Hogwarts was a child, if you told me at that time and said what he would become, then I would say that you drink too much. ”

"You know less than half of the truth about the matter, Rosmerta." Fudge said stiffly. "Few people know the worst thing he has ever done."

“Worst?” said Madam Rosmerta, the voice was full of curiosity. “Do you mean that it is worse than killing that many poor people?”

"Of course." Fudge said. "I can't believe it. What else can be worse than this?"

"Fudge, I think it would be better to change the subject--" Professor McGonagall suddenly interjected.

"What's wrong - oh!" Fudge snorted. He turned his head and saw the Marx who was drinking Butterbeer.

"Sorry, this is really not suitable..." He snorted.

Marx put down the big glass in his hand and turned his head to them.

"I didn't expect that Butterbeer was so sweet--" he said quietly. "I want to say that there is nothing wrong with this... In fact, I knew exactly what was going on."

He paused, and then went on: "Red loyalty, betrayal and escape, the death of the 12 name muggle... and of course, Pettigrew Peter."

“Not because Black later formed a group with you know who?” Rosmerta whispered. “And what is the loyalty curse?”

But for the time being, no one has the time to answer Madam Rosmerta.

They were all shocked by Marx's understanding of the incident—although Marx only said a few key words, but the ones sitting here are all insiders, and they know that Marx knows the incident more than just his own. Said "just know some".

"Oh - McLorne, how did you know?" Professor McGonagall was surprised.

"Trust me, Professor, this is not so difficult to verify."

Marx's upper lip still holds Butterbeer's white milk foam, which makes him look like a white beard, but no one can laugh at this moment.

"But-" Fudge also seems a bit difficult to relieve, "because the case is blocked, there are not many people in the case--"

"Mr. Minister, compared to this, in fact, I am more concerned about some details in the case." Marx calmly said, "In fact, I analyzed the principle of the spell used to blow up that street at the time, but the result is let me Startled."

Although his expression is the opposite of the word "startled", everyone is more concerned about what he wants to say.

"The professors here - of course, there are ministers!" Marx followed. "Everyone is an expert who has in-depth research on magic. It is true for me... but I don't know if you have noticed it. The nature of the curse?"

"That should be a fairly dark magic that can ignite the magic power contained in the flesh, but what about it?" Professor McGonagall wondered.

"Exactly, it is a dark magic of sacrifice, from an evil magic of ancient times." Marx analyzed, "detonating the flesh, or detonating the soul - these evil magics were in history. It has appeared in the river, but they all have to be 'voluntary' to take effect."

He put his hands on his hook and put a quotation mark on the word "voluntary."

"You want to say, is Pettigrew Peter voluntarily bombed?" Hagrid loudly said, "No, how is this possible! Poor Peter..."

“Hey!” Professor McGonagall apparently blamed Hagrid for being too big.

"Actually, I want to say that this kind of dark magic is usually a self-sacrifice." Marx whispers, "Of course, not all of them! At least, the power is the highest."

“Are you skeptical about Peter?” Professor McGonagall frowned. “We all know that Black is James' Secret Keeper! The loyalty of the loyalty is absolute!”

“James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell where they are, and that Black is also going to hide it...” Professor McGonagall added, “This is what James said personally.”

Marx shook his head.

"The red loyalty curse is absolute, and that's definitely true... James... well, James Uncle's words may not be," Marx said. "It's like the Weasley brother. James Uncle and Black Uncle are smart and... ...cunning."

Marx noticed that when he said this, a piece of glass in the side window of the pub shook slightly.