Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Marx?”

When Ron stayed in the ward for a long time and was about to come out and take two steps to relax and feel tight, he saw a familiar back in the visitor’s rest area on the sixth floor.

To be honest, Marx’s back is not conspicuous in itself, just like his appearance, it has never been the type that can attract attention at a glance.

Therefore, the reason why everyone now feels exceptionally reliable when they see him is completely because he has brought practical help to many people so far.

Sometimes just a little recollected, Ron couldn’t help but feel incredible – without Marx, he couldn’t imagine what everyone would be like now.

But… of course, what Maron can’t imagine, Marx has always been very clear. If you don’t have him, maybe something will get less good, but maybe there are more bad things that will not happen again.

Therefore, Marx actually began to think that he and Hogwarts, these little friends, and even the “magic encounter” of the entire magic circle, I am afraid that it is definitely not a good thing.

Maybe… It’s a mistake to meet Marx McLorne in life. Is it a mistake for many people?

“en?”

Ron’s magic power volatility Marx has already felt it, but he waited for the other party to open his mouth, which was slightly turned back to the other side laughed.

“Marx, why are you here,” Ron saw Marx at first sight and quickly walked over. “When did you come back? Why didn’t you go to the ward?”

“Oh, sorry,” Marx said, gently shrugged. “I think about something here.”

“is it?”

When Ron, who was trying to sit down here, heard it, he immediately rose straight up.

“Then you keep thinking, I won’t bother you -“

Obviously, Marx’s time is absolutely precious compared to being idle. If you run around and sway Marx’s thoughts, maybe he will turn into London… and even the entire sinner of the Britain magic circle!

“No, no,” he watched as Ron wanted to leave. Marx immediately waved his hand and said, “Since all come up, sit down! Nothing disturbs.”

“Oh… really doesn’t matter?”

“Let you sit down and sit down!”

Marx shook his head and saw Ron finally hesitated to sit down across the table, and he took the cup in front of him and took a sip.

“That one–“

Ron licked the teapot and teacup on the table, and he suddenly noticed that the slightly shaking tea in the cup did not seem to be the usual color on the Britain afternoon tea table.

Where does the head look… seems to be a little gray?

“Is it Gurdyroot Infusion?” he recalled a little. “I remember you seem to have given us a drink.”

“Well, yes, Gurdyroot Infusion.” Marx nodded, “But this is not the kind I used to cook for you. How, try it?”

Ron hearing this, even happy to say:

“Hey, why not?”

Marx was nodded again, and then waved his hand at random, letting another teacup in the side of the porcelain plate float to Ron. Then, the teapot that was waiting for it moved, and after pouring a full cup, he fell back to the center of the table.

“Hey? What is this taste…”

Ron smelled the teacup and it seemed to be a bit confusing. But he saw Marx sipping a bite, as if there was no problem, and there was nothing to worry about.

Because he knows that Marx has always had a very good taste in eating he he, even the last “potion material feast”, the taste is not bad at all.

However, as soon as the tea was at the entrance, Ron’s face changed instantly.

“pu ——”

Marx had a quick eye and immediately raised his hand as Ron subconsciously squirted, so that the tea that was mixed with spit was floating in the air.

Then he took the next step and let them merge into a bunch and re-injected into Ron’s teacup.

“how does it taste?”

Marx raised an eyebrow and a smile on his face with a mischievous look. He looked at the face of Ron’s face with enthusiasm.

“Oh, Marx…” Ron vomited his tongue and frowned. “What is this?”

“Don’t you just say that? Gurdyroot Infusion!” Marx said with a slap in the face, “and it’s still the most original version. There aren’t many people in the world who can drink!”

“This,” Ron heard, immediately helpless. “Even if everyone can drink it, there will be no more people who like to drink it? Marx, do you really think this is good?”

The voice did not fall, but Marx took a smile and looked towards his own cup, then slowly shook his head.

“do not think so.”

“then you–“

Ron didn’t say “Why are you drinking it?” Ron saw Marx slightly lower:

“Although I don’t like it, there are two people who think it’s not bad. But I think, in fact, there may be only one person who really likes it… because the other one, the person who likes it may just cook it. That’s all.”

“What, what?”

Ron felt as if he understood it, but he didn’t seem to understand it. I saw that after he had pondered it, he could only scratch his head with a slight depression.

“Well, in short, I don’t want to drink… Sorry, I wasted a cup of tea.”

“Nothing.”

Marx waved his hand indifferently, emptied the cup in front of Ron, and then let it turn back and turn back into the side of the porcelain plate.

But after that, he picked up his cup and slammed it into the air. Then Ron saw him stop the cup on the table and sighed with a sigh:

“Oh, it really is a full-bodied drink!”

Seeing that after he finished this sentence, he actually had to add to the cup, and Ron couldn’t help but say:

“Marx, isn’t it… what happened?”

Ron is not a person who is sensitive to the inner thoughts of others. Even in the past, at Marx’s point of view, he is much stronger than the one who was once immature.

What is not good at it is something that is not good at it. It is impossible to make Ron’s shortcomings grow out because of Marx’s words.

So that is to say, in the current series of behaviors of Marx, there have been some anomalies that even Ron can detect.

“en?” Marx heard, but just shook his head. “No, nothing happened, I just suddenly remembered some past events—you know, I am like an orphan to Harry. And orphans. Well, there will always be some ridiculous old things.”

When I heard Marx, Ron wanted to say that he didn’t know. Especially when compared with Harry, Marx’s story before entering Hogwarts was a blank for their little friends.

No one knows what Marx has experienced in the past; he doesn’t know what kind of childhood is it that will give birth to a wizard like Marx.

Ron remembers that some people in the school had speculated that Marx, who has always been a humble and courteous gentleman, is very likely to be born from a good and excellent family. It is only because of some unknown reasons that it will become an orphan.

According to the calculation of time, many people think that Marx’s parents and family may also die of Voldemort.

That’s right, Marx has long said that he is a muggle, but there are still a lot of people who don’t believe it, especially the “Young Master Miss” of Slytherin house.

But on this point, Ron doesn’t think so.

Yes, Marx’s words and deeds always carry a sense of self-confidence and humility that ordinary people do not have. The temperament often gives people a sense of being educated. Ron feels that Marx’s self-confidence and modesty are fundamentally different from the so-called “pure bloodline education” in the pure blood wizard family.

Just like now, some of the bad emotions that Marx is rushing in, even Ron can feel it. On the surface, he is still calm and friendly, as if he does not want others to feel uneasy because of his current mood.

Marx · McLorne is a person born with a soft heart. On the contrary, the kind of strength that he usually shows is perhaps a disguise to himself and to others.

At this time, Marx still didn’t know that his disguise was almost never seen through, but it was accidentally guessed by Ron today.

“Well, this tea is also drinking almost, and things are almost the same, then I should continue to go out to do things… Oh, I will not go there on the ward, you will go back later, you can pick up by the way. In a word, I said that I may not come back to dinner with everyone today.”

“Oh, good-“

Looking at Marx, Ron habitually nodded complied, but he even reached out:

“Ah! Wait a minute, I have something to say to you here.”

“what’s up?”

After Marx heard it, he couldn’t help but paised and looked back at him.

“It’s Harry,” Ron immediately reported. “He went to Diagon Alley – with his Gryffindor sword. Oh, maybe Neville was with him too. I went to see his family’s ward, Hannah. And I said.”

“Harry and Neville?” Marx drew a little dagger and asked if he thought, “Is there anyone else?”

Ron shook his head.

“It should be no.”

“Well, I know, I will pay attention to it on the way.”

After saying this, Marx turned around again and went to the stairway step by step. Here, Ron watched the back of his departure. Although he had some concerns in his heart, he could not know what he should say until he could not see the other party.

He only knew that there was an unspeakable feeling of sorrow in his chest that made him feel very uncomfortable.

After a few moments, Ron took back his gaze and let them fall back to the tea cup left by Marx, staring at it for a while.

It’s a pity that Marx was thinking about what he was thinking about. What did it mean before, but he couldn’t understand it.

“Oh!”

Ron grabbed the scalp again with some distress, and the doubts in his heart piled up into mountains.