Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

To be honest, as long as I gradually adapt to that sense of dizziness, it’s really wonderful to look at the feeling of retrogression like this.

In this fascinating vision that is not foggy, watching people who have happened in the past, people who have passed by in the past, such as flowing clouds, come and go, there is a illusion of detachment from everything.

I remember that the “self of the future” was mentioned at the beginning, saying that under what “thinking horizon”, everyone is as ugly as a long worm. Like this feeling, I am afraid that I can only experience it roughly when I use Time-Turner.

Of course, if possible, Marx actually doesn’t want to experience it once.

But there is no way. In order to recover the fact that the decision could not be compromised, he once again moved a small hourglass, even more than the time back last time.

And if it is necessary to say a specific point in time, it is naturally the night before the tragedy occurred.

“hu ……”

The chaotic feeling of waiting for the time to go back and forth, Marx only felt clear in front of him, even if it was the ubiquitous fog, it seems that it suddenly became insignificant.

After a little certainty, he turned his head and glanced at the window behind him.

This time, the retrospective location he chose was inside the St. Mungo’s building. It can be seen that even though the outside city is already foggy, it is still staring at the stars.

Undoubtedly, the seemingly glorious starry sky is naturally fake, and it is a scene created with a curse. But because of this, the false night sky outside this window is more likely to judge time than the real starry sky.

At this moment, you don’t need any astronomical knowledge, and you don’t need any complicated calculations. Just look at the position of the moon and you can see that it’s the night’s point—it’s not like the real moon. There will be some deviations in one night.

“Time… well, there should be no mistakes.”

After a little confirmation, Marx looked around this “room”. The lights here are dim, and the damp air is a little cold, obviously not for people to live.

In fact, this is simply a washroom… and it is still a women’s washroom!

“…”

Looking at this place that I would definitely not come under normal circumstances, Marx’s expression seems a little bit awkward.

But there is no way, because he clearly knows that if he is okay, he will never come in here, so he deliberately chose such a place to use Time-Turner.

After all, at this point in time, the past one can also be on St. Mungo’s side, and it should be quietly outside for the night patrols of Luna, Hermione and other small partners!

After looking at it in a subtle manner, Marx quickly managed his eyeballs and then reached out and pulled the compartment door closest to the window.

Then he decisively hid in and locked the door firmly.

“Well, it seems that it is no different?”

Marx squinted in his heart to remove the cockroaches, flipped the lid off the lid, and then turned and sat down.

So, after only a few of these did not make a loud noise, the bathroom was restored to silence again. In addition to a faucet on the side of the sink, a drop of water was added from time to time, and no other movements were made.

And Marx, it was hard to sit on the toilet lid in this compartment for three hours. During this period, I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t even move it.

“It’s a bit cold…”

Since not far from the outside is another self, although it is impossible to enter the women’s washroom at this time, he must also gather his magic power fluctuations and perceptions at all times.

Therefore, Marx at this time is no different from an ordinary person, and no magic can be used. These three hours of “washing room time” really made him feel the long-lost discomfort.

“Well, except for the cold, the feet are a little numb.”

Just as Marx was ready to stand up and loose, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, coming from far and near, as if going to the bathroom.

Suddenly, he got up halfway back and he sat back again, but his left hand had already pulled out a dark potion bottle that had already been prepared from his waist.

Needless to say, the reason why he is in a daze here is, of course, for the others.

“Ah! Not right!”

Suddenly, Marx’s complexity was slightly changed, and the potion bottle that had just got it was put back into his waist pocket.

And then, his expression became more subtle.

In the next moment, I heard only a vague conversation in the corridor outside the door:

“Hermione?”

“Oh… Marx? It’s so late, you… why haven’t you slept yet?”

“I? Well, I will sleep after a while.”

“Hey, hey…”

The voice did not fall, the footsteps sounded again, and listening to the light pace, it should still be Hermione’s right. But before she even took a few more steps, the Marx in the outside corridor was open again.

“Hermione, you… well, I don’t have to ask where you are going. But if you want to go downstairs, I don’t recommend it.”

“Ah, no… no, I don’t go downstairs.” Hearing Hermione’s voice, it seems that it’s not so cute. “I just… um…”

“Oh, I said, I don’t have to ask where you are going.”

“……Ok.”

When you get here, this short conversation is over. However, it can be heard that Marx was still guessing what Hermione was doing at night, so although he still had a few words with a lot of relief, he still didn’t make Hermione too embarrassed.

As Hermione’s footsteps sounded again, Marx, sitting on the toilet lid, finally shook his head silently – how did you forget that there was this?

He was thinking that Hermione in the outside corridor gradually went to the door of the bathroom, and after a “Oops” opening door, Hermione… came in.

In the compartment, Marx licked his mouth and then consciously extended his fingers to block his ears.

He couldn’t help but feel a little gratified. Fortunately, he considered it enough and chose this compartment in the deepest part of the bathroom. If you choose the top, although Hermione estimates that even if you can’t open it, you won’t ask more questions. But who knows if she has the chance to have a thought?

However, I don’t know if I am afraid of anything. Marx suddenly heard that the footsteps did not stop in the outer compartment, but was getting closer and closer to her side…

what happened? Did Hermione have the habit of picking the innermost compartment?

“It seems that it is useless to block the ear? It will still be heard -“

Marx thought so, quite helplessly put his hands down, and then continued to stay in the door panel that was close at hand.

At the same time, he has another potion in his hand.

As long as Hermione doesn’t speak, he doesn’t have to speak; and if Hermione talks, then he seems to be able to take a small bit of the potion sounding potion that he had planned to use before.

Fortunately, somehow, Hermione’s pace suddenly stopped outside the door of this compartment… She did not stretch the door, nor did she move again. For a time, the bathroom was quiet again.

“Is it the moon at the window?”

Although the scene outside the window is fake, but how to say it is also a product of magic, the effect is even better than the display of the muggle. If you just look at the moon and see if there is no fog in the night of London to relieve your mood, it is completely okay.

After a while, the footsteps did not know how many times they sounded again. Marx thought she was going back, and she naturally chose the compartment closest to the window.

“Hey.”

“Oh, sorry – I don’t know anyone inside.”

Just like this, Hermione outside was busy walking away. When Marx heard it, he knew that there was no need to take potion, and he just pinched the scorpion “Hmm”.

Hermione apparently did not suspect him, chose to use it in the middle of a compartment, and quickly washed his hands and left in the direction of the door.

At this point, Marx, who was in the deepest compartment, couldn’t help but hear the sound that shouldn’t be heard and secretly apologized.

“Well, this file is broken, you can never say leaks in the future… From the point of view of insurance, if you turn back, you can take this memory away…”

I don’t know Dumbledore’s habit of extracting memory. Is it because I listened too much when I was young, or simply saw some spicy eyes and finally developed it slowly?

Thinking about it, Marx suddenly curled one’s lip and left this messy idea aside.

After Hermione left, it was almost two hours or so. Marx, who had begun to ponder some magical principles, finally heard a slight footstep coming from outside the door.

This made him immediately shocked, regained the thoughts that had already been dissipated, and quickly repeated the action plan that he had thought of beforehand.

At the same time, after hearing that the pace outside was obvious with a messy, and there was no regularity, Marx was even more certain that this time was correct.

As for Luna’s swaying walk, let alone sleepy nights, even the daytime is like a sleepwalking. As long as you are familiar with her, you will usually not get it wrong.

Plus Marx still remembers that today Luna had another apple and a cup of tea after dinner, and the possibility of coming to the bathroom at night was naturally very high.

“Uh……”

However, in addition to the spirit of concentration, Hermione, who had just been there, suddenly made him think of one thing.

“Right, um… or wait until she has finished solving it! Or else… it doesn’t seem too good?”