Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Don’t get close to the mirror, understand? Even if you accidentally see a person or item that you care about from the mirror, don’t approach it half a step – tell me directly.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

After watching Marx’s special reminder, he lowered his head and began to re-examine the soul wood planks he had collected before, and Ens also fell into silence.

To be honest, at the current level of Enns, I don’t really understand what Marx is doing.

From the beginning, I dig out the gongs and gongs of Herpo’s soul raft shards. After that, I put down the seemingly fragile planks and took out the devour mirror. Then, at the moment, Marx went back and continued to ponder. The pile of wood.

Ens only knows that Marx should always be doing some very deep magic research and experiments, but he can’t figure it out.

However, although Ens is still insufficiency in magic knowledge, at least he has already understood that Marx does not bring anyone, but he has brought him with the intention.

Of course, it is not for him to help with research – he obviously can not reach that level. Marx wanted to bring him with him, apparently because he was taken away by Herpo once, so when he needed to go out, he still didn’t worry about leaving him at Blois Fort that’s all.

And because Ens understood this, he always kept quiet and cooperated with this, and did not take out the stench of temper in normally.

You know, don’t look at the previous Marx when you came over, and still have a few jokes. In the days when Mr. Ens observed Marx from time to time, he actually realized that Marx’s nerves were always in a tight state.

Especially today, the mirror incidents in Blois Fort have caused the troubles and uneasiness of Marx.

Of course, what makes Marx irritating is not the series of accidents, but the mirror of the engulfing of the roots of those events. Just this fundamental problem, Enns is hard to understand too deeply.

Right now, after hearing Marx’s warning, Ens quietly sat on a half of a huge brick and started to stay. Under the premature reminder of Marx, he deliberately avoided the sight of the ancient mirror in the middle, and thought about some of his own things.

For example, my future magic learning direction; for example, the identity of his “Slytherin descendants”; for example, his own mother who has already died.

Well, probably it is occasional! He didn’t know how, and he would think of Alexander, who was quite annoying to him.

Can that guy really be his “friend”? Enns, who has never made friends, is not very clear about this, and he still feels that he does not really need a so-called “friend.”

Just as Ens was gradually immersed in many thoughts, this huge main burial chamber was finally quiet again…

However, to be honest, it is quite difficult to let a person completely control his or her own attention and let himself be distracted for a long time. Especially after repeatedly reminding yourself not to look at something, that person will be more difficult to ignore the existence of such things.

It was after an accidental glance at the mirror that swallowed it, and Ens couldn’t help but glance a little more.

It was also the moment when his sight was last swept through the mirror. He was surprised to find that the original chaotic mirror gradually became clear. Ens saw that behind the Marx in the mirror, a fuzzy silhouette that made him feel familiar was gradually emerging.

When Ens saw it, he quickly turned his head and looked at Marx, but did not see anyone.

“Who is that?”

Since Marx reminded me first, Ens did not mean to be close to the past. It was only because the silly silhouette made him feel a sense of familiarity, which made him not immediately tell Marx.

Waiting for Ens to stare at the image in the mirror, and the silhouette standing behind the “Marx” slowly became more and more clear. After a while, he finally confirmed the identity of the “other”.

“That is…” He muttered in his heart, “Is Salazar Slytherin?”

He has seen it twice with the magic image of his own “Old Ancestor”, and it is under quite special circumstances. Such an impressive way to meet, but to forget is a rather difficult thing.

So Ens is very sure, that silhouette is Slytherin, not wrong!

“What happened? What do you want to fool me this time?”

With such a mentality, Ens saw the “Slytherin” in the mirror suddenly bowed down and straightened his hand to the waist of “Marx”.

And the next moment, “He” took out a strange stone sarcophagus that Enns had never seen before from the bag at Marx’s waist.

Just as Ens felt a little confused, holding the “Slytherin” of the sarcophagus in his hands and looking up, a pair of deep eyes looked straight at Enns. At the moment when the two eyes touched each other, Ens only felt a subtle discomfort and raised himself.

At this point, the inexplicable Enns actually wanted to call Marx to see the mirror. But before he could open his mouth, he saw the “Slytherin” in the mirror and suddenly lifted the stone in his hand and turned it to an angle, pointing his finger at the line carved on the stone.

Because it is a bit far away, just sitting here, Ens can’t see what the line is actually engraved. The intention of just “the other party” is already obvious – “he” is to let Ens go to see the words engraved on it.

“Mr. MrLorne, inside the mirror!”

Cold, Enns reminded me that Marx, who is studying the soul wood, turned his head and looked over. It is a pity that at the same time, the mirror of the devour mirror has been restored to the previous chaotic state, and the mirror image has disappeared completely.

“Enns, you… see what?”

As Marx seemed to care very much, Ens was slightly stopped and then replied directly:

“I saw Salazar Slytherin, just standing behind you – well, I mean, he is behind you in the mirror.”

Although Ens had reinterpreted it in time, Marx frowned and glanced back at him. Fortunately, as he did, there is no one behind.

Slightly hesitated, Marx continued:

“And then? Slytherin…what did it do?”

“…He took a strange sarcophagus from the leather bag in your waist.”

When the voice did not fall, Marx’s expression was slightly stagnation, but his eyes became sharper.

“What kind of stone?” he asked in a deep voice.