Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Because of the sudden appearance of Marx, the Death Eaters hidden here saw the opportunity, and when the appearance of the Dark Mark and the flames ignited in succession appeared, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely provoked.

No matter which country’s Wizarding World, it has been stable and calm in recent years. Everyone should go to school, the work of the work, in addition to some small crimes in daily life, you can enrich the talks after the meal, and there is nothing else ups and downs.

No one will want to blend into the events related to the dark wizard.

But the appearance of Dark Mark today is like telling you that since the first war of the Wizard has subsided, the ten years of stability have passed.

At this moment, the Quiddich World Cup scene has been completely messed up.

There are crowds of people rushing everywhere, and there are children and old people who are overwhelmed by the crowd. Here, the wizard who is proud of the bloodline, like the muggles, fled in a sudden attack.

“Hey, your companions are also starting to act – to help them, destroy it!” Marx waved his hand and said coldly.

Bellatrix and the others shouted excitedly, raising the wand and rushing down.

“I think it seems a bit too much to do this…”

The silhouette of a pedal-flying carpet appeared in front of them, but the gangsters who were not afraid of death stopped the broom and marched forward.

“…not?” The other party slowly said, “Marx.”

Marx rode on the broom and stared at the other side for a long time, which gave a name.

“Dumbledore.”

What suddenly appeared out of thin air was the silver hair, the sharp-eyed Hogwarts current headmaster, the president of the International Wizard Federation, the Wizengamot chief, the first-class Order of Merlin recipient – Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest white wizard of the time, no, is the greatest wizard.

“You just heard it, I heard it,” Dumbledore laughed. His look was still awkward, but his tone was a little disappointing. “I thought that you would not go on this road like Tom, but obviously… I always Not right.”

“Yeah…yeah, Wizengamot Chief Wizard… I still remember that when you were in the seventh courtroom, your indifferent eyes…” Marx calmly said, “Maybe you are disappointed with me, but I am again Is it not?”

“Child, don’t be stubborn in the power of power, that’s not the path that the wizard pursues…” Dumbledore shook his head and exhorted in a good faith. “Trust me, you have slowly moved toward a no return, but now look back. You still have time……”

“Professor Dumbledore, I have a question.” Marx suddenly interrupted.

“What?” Dumbledore looked at him and licked his blue eyes.

“Your preferences are really elusive,” Marx said, spreading his hand. “Is this flying carpet bought at today’s market?”

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes became cold.

“Since you gave up the right path -“

He hadn’t finished talking yet, and a black shadow suddenly slammed up from the crowd below and went straight to Dumbledore. Dumbledore responded very quickly. He took out wand and waved it. The shadow of the shadow was blocked, but it was just stopped, and then it came again.

Dumbledore snorted and wand swayed again. This time the formidable power is no longer as it was just now. I saw that the shadow was like a heavy blow. It was bounced back to the ground and slammed into the open space somewhere.

Both Dumbledore and Marx have seen it, and the shadow is a guy who is surrounded by black air!

Although Voldemort certainly didn’t come this time, waiting for such a person is a great reward.

Marx looked up and looked at Dumbledore, but he saw the other side looking at him. The two exchanged a deep eye for each other, and Marx immediately raised the wand in his hand.

This is, the silhouette on the ground suddenly slammed out between the agitated dust and did not seem to be hurt. His speed did not diminish, and he turned into a black air again, dragging his long tail and coming straight again.

Marx also waved wand, ice blue’s rays of light appeared at the tip, and attacked Dumbledore with the mysterious attacker.

Dumbledore did not give up, his wrist shook slightly, and the light beams of two consecutive scarlet shot at Marx and the attacker.

Marx shunned sideways and shunned the danger; but the attacker seemed to have a bit of a dead brain, and he rushed over and was forced into the air by the light column.

“It’s not a Professor Dumbledore… Goodbye.”

A sudden voice rang in the fierce battle, and Dumbledore and the attacker looked sideways, but saw that Marx had disappeared into the battlefield.

“Humph.” Dumbledore coldly snorted, with a force in his hand, the attacker was forcibly returned to the ground by the scarlet beam from his wand.

With a loud bang, Dumbledore waved away the dust of the excitement, only to find that the attacker had disappeared.

Bellatrix and the others, though not afraid of death, are not fools. They have long been screaming when Marx and Dumbledore are fighting.

The Death Eaters have all left, and the flustered crowd has escaped far away. The original lively scene, at this moment, people have gone to the empty space, leaving only the temporary buildings and tents that were destroyed and burned, as well as the scattered props.

On the verge of chaos, Luna bent down and picked up a small flag of the Bulgarian team, and the dark footprint printed on it was like satirizing the previous World Cup.

“He seems to be… very tired…” Luna looked at the Quiddich World Cup in the distance and screamed. “His heart is very tired.”

In the high altitude in the southeast, a flying carriage with a magical horse is invisible and leaves quickly.

Just next to the window of the carriage, Wynie leaned out of the window, and a long white hair fluttered in the wind in the messy, reflecting the fascinating brilliance in the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the World Cup has become a bit sloppy, and Dumbledore is standing in the middle of the field, and his face is a flash of vicissitudes.

“…Lina is right, I am not a good Teacher after all.”

……

“Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can’t go find him! He will take you -” Ron loudly said.

“Stop! He can’t! Marx won’t do that…” Hermione clutched her robes, her eyes flashing with tears. “Yes, surely what is dark magic – Marx is definitely not voluntary!”

“Hermione!” Ron said anxiously. “Yes, what you said may be right, but not now! You see, you go all around!”

Hermione looked up and looked around stunnedly, but it was a burning flame and a crowd of people fleeing.

Gradually, it seems like a blind man has just recovered his hearing. She feels that there are a lot of noisy sounds coming back to her ear from far and near – it is the creaking sound of crying, screams and burning wood. .

Everything around is like telling Hermione that it’s not the scene of the previously ridiculous Quiddich World Cup. It’s a hell, a hell caused by… Marx!

“No—” Hermione raised her face with both hands, her shoulders helplessly swaying, and wept sobbing.

“Harry, come and take the handle, we have to get out of here as soon as possible-” Ron hurriedly shouted a few words and looked back and found that Harry was holding his forehead.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ron reached for him and he woke up.

“I just–” Harry thought for a moment and shook his head again. “No, say a little later…Hermione, you stand up first, we have to go!”

He and Ron left and right, holding Hermione and walking forward.

Just now, they were rushed away, and it’s not so easy to meet again with Mr. Weasley and the others.

When they left the chaotic corner far away, a silhouette appeared quietly on the edge of a collapsed tall tent. He hides himself in a shadow, looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who are far away, with calm expression.

“Ron has finally grown a little, and Harry has had some gains…” When it comes to this, the voice is paused, and this continues. “I don’t think that the most influential is Hermione.”

This person is naturally Marx. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his own plans, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may allow him to make different revisions to the next plan.

As he was wondering, Marx suddenly noticed that he suddenly turned back and saw a familiar light golden.

“Luna.”

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Marx with her eyes, but she could not know where she was facing.

“You don’t leave? It might be dangerous here!” Marx couldn’t help but ask.

But Luna didn’t pay attention to him, but said nothing: “Your heart… very tired.”

Marx snorted and shook his head.

“Yes, it’s not easy,” he said quietly. “But it’s all I got it. I have to be responsible for it.”

Luna turned around and looked up at the moon in the sky. The soft voice made Marx feel a touch of warmth.

“Wisdom is wealth, but it will also be a burden.”

“Because it is wealth, it will generate a burden.” Marx nodded and whispered.

Luna looked back at Marx and seemed to agree with this statement to lick her silver-gray scorpion. She no longer said anything, but quietly turned and left.

Marx looked at Luna, which was drifting away, as if it were a sensation, and once again lit up the fine mist of silver white. The fog is as real as it is, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky…

Hermione: “wu wu 呜……哼唧……wu wu 呜…”

Marx: “What happened to Hermione, why did you cry so badly?”

Hermione: “wu wu… you don’t know? The author is a Flobberworm, he can’t say anything, it’s so bad…”

Marx: “I knew it, then?”

Hermione: “He elderly asked me to thank him for his book ‘a poisonous mouth’, saying that it was the first rudder to be rewarded before it was put on the shelves! So add one more today… you know, Flobberworm is awkward to speak, I listened to it several times before I heard it! So bad…wu wu Waaaaaa ……”