Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When people were informed of what happened to Marx this morning, Sun had fallen to the western sea line. The red sun wiped out the sea of the wave, and it burned the clouds.

In the living room on the first floor of Wizard Tower, Mr. Blois touched on the wand cane, reminding everyone not to panic and to speak about Marx with seriousness.

“… I have to stress that Mr. McLorne just said that I brought Mr. McLorne. Potter, come on! I know that you may all be worried, but this morning, after I saw his situation personally, I also felt that too many people should not be allowed to go – that is not the power that ordinary people can afford.”

“So you guys wait here this time! I believe that this is what Mr. McLorne wants.”

Speaking of it here, he was the last to add to the general road:

“By the way, there is a point that should be very important for you – Mr. McLorne is certainly not going to be hurt by this accident, so you don’t have to worry too much about his security.”

So, this living room, Righton, was caught in a quiet, and everyone was silent about what he just said, “Major event”.

After all, even though they do not understand rule magic, they know that what Marx does must be very dangerous.

Especially Wynie, when she heard Marx re-injected the bloodline curse that she had taken out of the body, she stared at Father very rarely. Look at her eyes, it’s like asking Father why he didn’t try to stop, but finally promised to assist Marx.

However, she still didn’t blame Mr. Blois.

And after a few moments, Hermione, who was sitting next to no talk, finally opened his mouth.

“Mr. Blois… you know why Marx… especially reminds you that capturing Harry is on Gryffindor’s sword?”

In the face of Hermiones’ inquiries, Mr. Blois clearly showed the color of delay. Because even if Marx had not stated at that time, he had some inconceivable assumptions.

In fact, maybe Hermione himself can guess a little bit, and she just doesn’t want to believe that’s all.

After another time of silence, Mr. Blois turned around and looked at Harry and looked at her eyebrows:

“Mr…. Potter, we should go – Mr. McLorne hasn’t come back yet, and somebody has to look at it. And then there’s the sword.”

Not far away, Harry hearing this with Ron sitting next to the toilet shelf, moving his feet consciously. Gryffindor’s sword has, in fact, been in his arms, and the bright sword has shown a slight cold gold red on the eve of the shooting out of the window.

However, his hands were still on his thigh, and his hands could have touched the sword, but he could have resisted it.

You know, since he was barely accepted by Gryffindor’s sword, he even sleeps behind his pillow with a sword. The refusal to hold a sword like this occurred for the first time on him.

“Mr…. Potter.”

When Blois screamed again, Harry hung his lips tightly and grabbed a sword with a face, and then stood up slowly.

“Harry.”

Ron looked at each other and looked at each other’s step towards Mr. Blois, followed by two people who left the door one more time.

Throughout the process, no one has a sense of desirability and discontinuation of his vision to both of them, including Ron.

But until the end, they decided to follow Mr. Blois or to follow Marx.

While waiting is often disturbing.

“Car.”

The

door is closed.

However, this waiting was accidental, as little partners had not even been able to think about it, and the door just closed by Harry had been opened.

Later, Harry and Mr. Blois returned both from the door.

In that instant, Hermione and the others stood up from the chair, and followed closely that a familiar silhouette took a steady step from outer sect.

And almost at the same time, everyone suddenly felt that there was a different breath. That feeling makes it difficult to explain – perhaps it’s a climate similar to that of ancient kings – that makes people feel comfortable on their knees to acknowledge allegiance, but it doesn’t seem that way.

“Looks like Mr. Blois has told you everything this morning?”

Marx just walked out of the door, in the living room with a slight look at it. And with his light looting, all of us have created his vision as a material illusion.

“Marx, did you… succeed?”

Harry standing next to him hesitated to ask.

Otherwise, Marx did not respond immediately. As soon as he stopped there for a moment, it seemed like he was still feeling something, and finally shaking his head calmly.

“It should not be said” success “.

This seems to be a very difficult question for Marx. Of course, what he’s thinking is more complicated than little partners think.

And that, Marx, obviously, is clear.

So after he tortured himself, he turned around:

“In any event, the harvest is, at least, I have regained the capacity that wizard should have – even more than ever – to deal with Herpo’s guy.”

After a little disturbance in the heart of everyone, Marx just set up his hand, suggesting:

“Don’t think about it. I’m fine.” Oh, I just saw that dinner is ready for today. Honestly, I’m a little hungry. ”

So Marx greeted people out of the wizard tower and went out to the camp to fill the empty stomach. And when you see Marx not only as unusual, but also as much as a feeling, it’s powerful, you feel a lot more.

Just, it seems that Delphini’s eyes at the end of the day still seem to be confused. She looked forward to Luna, and when she realized that there seemed to be a few confusions in the face of each other, she couldn’t stand to walk up and ask:

“Mr. McLorne, is he not the same as before?”

“Oh! Do you think so, too?” Luna, after you hear it, puts his head on, “Actually, I also feel like Delphini, and I think Marx seems to be more handsome again!”

“Ah?”

Delphini just looked at Luna in his face, and then he ran straight ahead.