Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Oh – McLorne, you look like you are growing taller!”

Coming to this side is Remus Lupin, who is still the look of poverty and sorrow, and he does not know where he has gone since this time.

But at least he seems to be in good spirits, and it should be a good thing.

“I’m not developing now!” Marx said, pointing to Tonks next to him. “Nymphadora Tonks, Ministry of Magic new Auror, Britain magic circle, a rising star.”

“Hey… Hey, hello! Nifa… ah?” Lupin threw the name in his mouth for a while and found it really unsuitable to call it out, “Cough… I am Remus Lupin.”

“Call me Tonks!”

Obviously, Tonks himself doesn’t like the name very much, and it always reminds people of some untimely vulgar title.

“Is Sirius here?”

Marx didn’t have to work on the name of Tonks. He probed the inside of the room and found that there was still someone in it, but it was obviously not Sirius.

That is a… um… how do you say that? It is a man who is almost integrated with the darkness!

Oh, alright! In fact, it is a black skin wizard.

“Shacklebolt?”

Marx was surprised. The elite Auror was free to come over in the middle of the night.

If you don’t say that a man is bald, it will become stronger! The tall Auror, who has no half-hair on his head, is the best-known arrester of the dark wizard, and he has a lot of experience in other matters.

At this moment, he was lying on the table and writing something. When he heard someone calling him his name, he immediately raised his head.

“Mr. McLorne?”

Both of them met for the first time, but they can be considered famous for a long time. Marx sees the name “Kingsley Shacklebolt” in various event files; as for Shacklebolt, the name “Marx McLorne” is synonymous with “big trouble.”

“From today, I don’t have to worry about Mr. McLorne, your business…” Shacklebolt’s voice sounded low and solid, giving a feeling of stability. “After all, we can be considered to be in the same place.” The camp.”

Marx smiled and shrugged, apologetically: “I am in trouble for you… but if I want to see it, this is estimated to be just beginning!”

“Oh – this is not a pleasant news.”

Shacklebolt shook his head slightly and lowered his head to continue his work. Recently, the base has just been activated, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​only officially restarted today. There are many things that need to be planned in detail!

Just then, Tonks glared at Marx’s shoulder and probed it back, then shrank back.

“How is he here?” Tonks reached out and poked Marx’s midfielder and muttered softly.

“Is it a good idea for a boss to manage here?” Marx lightly said with a smile. “There is such a good chance to learn a little, Shacklebolt is the elite of the Ministry of Magic. Auror.”

“…” Tonks curl one’s lip said, “He is good, it is too stuffy.”

Marx didn’t care, and then looked at Lupin.

“Hey! I said, what was your last thought about my proposal?” he asked. “It’s the matter of breeding magical creatures on that island.”

“I think, wait until the end of the matter is over!” Lupin spread his hand. “You are missing people here, aren’t you?”

“Okay… oh, yes! Remember to take potion here regularly, I put them all in the potion cabinet over there.” Marx pointed his finger to the other side, and then turned and said, “So, I should go back to Hogwarts to make up my mind, see you next time!”

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, are you leaving now?”

Marx just turned around and saw house elf Kreacher appearing in front of him like a rag.

“Although it’s very pretentious, the old Kreacher thought that the hostess was not happy to have so much dirty –”

“Don’t complain, Kreacher.” Marx passed by and whispered. “If you want Regulus’s wishes to be fulfilled, you have to rely on them. Do you understand?”

“… um, yes, I am free to go with you next time to clean up here… this is too dirty!”

Kreacher shrank his neck and glanced at Tonks and Lupin, who stood at the door of the back room, and then retreated to the side.

“How can I trouble you? Yes… Clean up… Old Kreacher will do it by himself, he will do it…”

Under the intimate gaze of the elf Kreacher, Marx quietly left the old house of the Black family.

“What happened to that house elf?” Tonks looked back, but saw Lupin looking at the gate with numbness and wondering what he was thinking.

“Mr. Lupin?” Tonks said strangely. “What?”

“Well…” Lupin was shouted by her and finally returned to sailered up. “That is Kreacher. I have been here to serve House of Black since I was young…you will understand it later.”

Kreacher is not to be seen by anyone. Lupin, a friend of Sirius, has long been aware of this – however, this seems to be nothing for McLorne!

When the two were about to go to the inner room, they suddenly opened the door. They looked back and it was Marx who went back.

“Right, let me remind you…” Marx stood at the gate and shouted inward. “In the next period of time, there will be a lot of small movements on Voldemort. You should pay more attention to it.”

After that, it was “peng” and the door was closed again.

“… Did he almost forget this most important thing?” Tonks was straight and straight.

“Who knows?” Lupin sighed.

Dumbledore’s anti-Voldemort members are reuniting, and Voldemort’s Death Eaters are already eager to try, and the turbulent undercurrents hidden under the calm lake seem to be starting to churn.

It is foreseeable that when the first undercurrent breaks through the surface of the water, even if it is weak, the filled with ripple will spread to the entire lake at an extremely fast speed, breaking the silence of everything floating on the surface.

If Marx did not take a timely shot, the previous case of the disappearance of the population would be turned into a werewolf murder case, which would surely form the first wave of self-risk.

Marx’s current behavior is undoubtedly to delay the intensification of contradictions and delay the outbreak of chaos.

As long as all undercurrents are still undercurrent, even if they are already eager to move and unstoppable, false peace can still bring him a quiet time.

Yes!

In order to be able to reach the enchanting monument in a state of near perfection, in order to solve the possible dangers without any doubt, he still needs time, and the more the better…

This evening, Marx was slow to catch up, but still only got three hours of sleep.

It wasn’t that he loved to study and research, so he gave up the time to sleep late, but because someone came to Durmstrang’s big ship early in the morning to find him.

“…Professor Moody?”

When mad-eye came to the cabin without a word, Marx had already sat on the edge of the bed with his wand. He was squinting hard and yawning.

“You still have time to sleep? The victim came to the door…” Mad-eye Han muttered in a sigh of relief. “Come with me, go to the headmaster room…”

“The victim?”

Marx waved wand, and the clothes hanging on the hangers were put on his body and he tied the belt. Then he reached out and buckled the potion bag and sundries bag on the table, which followed mad-eye Han on the deck.

“Stinchcombe · Crouch.” Mad-eye Han with a cane, striding forward, casually said, “You kid is also awkward, do this more than once?”

Marx hurried behind him, shaking his head with a wry smile.

“I hope that I can get a few less. After all, I see a life disappearing under my own hands… but no one can be happy.” He curl one’s lip, “In this respect, it can be thoroughly The Death Eater is not easy.”

“hmph… knowing that fear of death will be more powerful.” Mad-eye dismissed the truth, “The bastard, obviously it is impossible to understand this.”

“Are you really able to say a few truths at random?” Marx couldn’t help but vomit. “From Magical Theory, this is really the case…”

The spirit of powerful can produce powerful substances, and even the learning and application of the rule rune begins with the spirit of the experience.

In this world, all magic can’t escape this basic theory, but the understanding of each wizard is always different.

In the casual conversation, the two quickly came to the door of the headmaster room.

When the door was quietly opened, Marx immediately saw the current director of the Ministry of Magic International Magic Communication and Cooperation, Stinchcombe Crouch, I.

Compared to Mr. Crouch, who was seen in the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament, who is now meticulously dressed, he is now standing in the headmaster room, his face is thin, shaped, and the vicissitudes of the exhibition one’s Feelings in one’s speech.

He “had lost his son again”, and he was no longer calm and calm. He was all old.

“Mr. Crouch.”

Marx walked calmly and abruptly to him, leaning down on him and showing his enlightenment.

No matter how evil Barty Jr. Crouch is, how to devote himself to Voldemort, but he is still a father’s child. Even though his father has never been competent, Marx should also express his apologies at this time.

“It’s me, I sent your child away.”

Marx did not humble the truth, without any hesitation.