Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“… don’t pretend to use this naive text trick, it will only make you insult your own family name.” Marx is simply laughed, but in Lev’s eyes, it is a kind of sneer.

Lev’s eyes flashed a bit of anger, from a small aristocratic education or let him maintain a minimum of calm.

“I didn’t insult my last name, it doesn’t need you to judge.” He glared at Marx. “What about your surname? McLean?”

Obviously, what Reira and Marx said just now was heard by him.

“Yes, my name is McLean.” Marx still smiles on his face, and people can’t see if he is seriously answering.

“hmph,” Lev dismissively said. “I have been reciting family names and family clan since I was a child. I have never heard of a small family that you don’t know where to come from.”

“You just have to remember that I am called Marx.” Marx stared at the other’s eyes and handed the goblet in his hand to Lev’s hand, and the other person subconsciously picked it up.

But the next moment, Lev felt like he saw a smoky scorpion in the eyes of Marx. He was shocked and a feeling of vibration in his soul rose.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Marx and Ernie and the others had already chatted at the table next to them.

He hesitated to marry Marx, only to find that the other person happened to turn his head and showed him a strange smile.

Lev was busy avoiding his eyes and heading for his father.

“What’s wrong?” Old Avery frowned.

“The kid didn’t know what tricks he had made–” Lev sat next to Father as he was ashamed.

“Talk well.” Old Avery interrupted him immediately.

“Oh…sorry, father.” Lev immediately sat down. “Just… I’m sure, it’s some kind of dark magic… but I don’t know how he did it…”

Lev described what he had just felt and his own fan.

Old Avery squinted and meditated for a moment, and said: “That should be what magic about the soul…”

He paused and screamed: “We have an important purpose this time. Don’t mess with the kid in the next time-“

“Then I just swallow this breath?” Lev was annoyed.

Old Avery sneered and said: “Even if I don’t say it, would you dare to go back and get this account back?”

Lev complexion stiffened , coldly snorted , just over the head no longer speaks.

Old Avery looked at his son and shook his head. He was clear about his son. If Lev could have that courage, what if the purpose of the family could not be achieved?

Speaking of it, this time it’s just a temptation. After all, it’s not a one-time thing.

“…Marx, what did you do? I watched that guy took your goblet for a while.”

On the other hand, Ernie asked curiously.

“Playing a little trick.” Marx waved his hand at random, but his ears were always watching the conversations on the nearby dinning tables.

He doesn’t want to miss any information that can be used.

Hoxwarts’ Christmas dinner has begun when Marx is waiting for opportunities at the intricate banquets of many family powers.

The table in the auditorium was moved to the wall, and only a round table for twelve people was placed in the center. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick were all there, and the concierge Filch was there.

By the way, Filch has taken off his usual brown coat and wore a very old and rather outdated tuxedo.

In addition to them, there are only three students – two extremely intense First Year students and a Sixth Year student from the Slytherin Institute of Gloomy.

“Merry Christmas!” When Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came over here, Dumbledore said, “We don’t have a lot of people. It’s a bit silly to use the tables in each house… to sit down and sit down.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side in the empty seats.

“firecracker !”

Dumbledore said with enthusiasm, handing over the tail of a silver big firecracker to Snape, Snape reluctantly picked it up. The firecracker burst open with a “peng”, revealing a spire with a big hat, and a specimen of a mountain eagle on the top of the hat.

Harry remembered Boggart’s business, and Ron looked at each other and both of them grinned.

In the first defense of the Dark Arts class this semester, in the face of Neville’s inner fear, Boggart became the image of Snape. At the end, Neville used the spells taught by Lupin to replace the clothing on the “Snape” with his grandmother’s suit.

Harry, they all remember, wasn’t this strange big hat on the head of “Snape”?

Beside Dumbledore, Snape’s mouth slammed. He pushed hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately replaced it with his witch hat.

“Eat!” He said to the people at the table.

Just as Harry took the baked potatoes for himself, the door to the hall was opened again.

Coming in is Professor Trelawny, she seems to be standing on the wheel and “sliding” to everyone.

Seemingly to celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress with metal discs that made her look more like a shiny, oversized enamel.

“Sybill, it’s so happy that you are here!” Dumbledore said, standing up.

“headmaster, I’ve been watching crystal balls,” Professor Trelawny said in a vague tone. “What surprised me was that I saw myself abandoning my own lunch and coming to your dinner party… Who am I? How can I refuse the urging of fate? I immediately came out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late…”

“Of course, of course.” Dumbledore looked at her with a sigh, “Let me get the chair for you-“

He waved wand and pulled a chair from midair. The chair turned in midair for a few seconds before a blunt sound came between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

However, Professor Trelawny did not sit down. Her big eyes glanced around the round table, and then suddenly screamed low.

“Oh – I don’t dare, headmaster! If I sit down, there are thirteen people at a table! Nothing is more unlucky than ‘Thirteen’! Never forget, if thirteen people eat together, after dinner A person who stands up will die the first!”

“We are willing to take the risk, Sybill.” Professor McGonagall said impatiently, “Sit down, the turkey is as cold as a stone.”

Professor Trelawny snorted and seemed to be sitting on his teeth, but did not expect Dumbledore laughed.

“It seems that there is still a guest today… I am going to pick her up.”

Dumbledore was trying to get up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

“I still come and go…” she said. “Is it at the gate?”

“Oh-yes, that’s right,” Dumbledore nodded said. “That’s bothering you, Minerva.”

“Let me go…” Filch said, and turned and walked outside the door.

Professor Trelawny was obviously relaxed, she was seated, and Professor McGonagall extended a large spoon into the nearest large bowl.

“Do you want beef belly, Sybill?”

Professor Trelawny did not pay attention to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at all around and asked, “Where is Dear Professor Lupin?”

“I’m afraid this poor person is ill,” Dumbledore said. “He fell ill at Christmas and it was very unlucky.”

“But you must already know, isn’t it, Sybill?” Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

It seems that in the professor, Professor Trelawny is not very much to be seen – after all, she is always saying something like bad luck, death.

Professor Trelawny looked at Professor McGonagall very coldly.

“Of course I know, Minerva,” she said quietly. “But people don’t show off that they are omniscient… I often keep my behavior as if I don’t have the sky, so others don’t. I will feel nervous about this.”

“This explains a lot of problems,” Professor McGonagall said sharply.

Professor Trelawny’s voice suddenly became less blurred.

“If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for a long time. He seems to understand that his time is running out – when I volunteer to show him the crystal ball, He always avoids it!”

“Think about it,” Professor McGonagall said dryly.

“I think,” Dumbledore raised his tone slightly. “Professor Lu will not be in danger right away. Severus, is Marx making potion for him?”

“Yes, headmaster,” Snape replied. “McLorne is very good. The level of his potion is constantly improving.”

“Okay,” Dumbledore said. “Then he will be able to get out of bed soon… Oh, the guest is here.”

As if Dumbledore was confirmed, the door of the auditorium was immediately opened again. Behind Filch was a woman wearing a light-colored witch robe. They walked in the middle of the auditorium in tandem.

Dumbledore stood up and smiled and said, “Merry Christmas, this guest… I don’t know what can help you?”

The young witch looks very beautiful, but the slender eyebrows are tied together at the moment, and it seems that there is a focus on the matter.

“Oh, yes… Merry Christmas, Headmaster Dumbledore.” She was nervous. “Sorry, I shouldn’t bother you on this day worth celebrating, but is Mr. McLorne here?”

“Oh – what I saw -” Professor Trelawny, who had just turned his head, suddenly became full of horror. She screamed. “Leaving bad luck, it is a trouble!”

Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawny and looked at the young witch who had stopped his footsteps. He finally reached out and invited him: “Nothing, come… sit down and say slowly…”