Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Miss Tia, since you want to see Professor Snape, why did you see him and said nothing?”

Snape has left. If he uses his words, it is “I don’t have that time spent with others, you see me, I see you.”

Maybe it’s in the face of Marx, maybe it’s another reason. In the end, he didn’t say that.

“…I, I don’t know what to say.”

Looking at the curious Marx leaning against the wall by the door, Tia replied slyly.

“So…Professor Snape, you have seen it, what are your plans?” Marx looked at Tia, who was shrinking, and could not help but laugh. “Don’t be so nervous, I won’t do anything to you.”

Tia licked her thin lips and covered the hair in her eyes to the back of her ear. The line of sight was not afraid to look towards Marx.

“Did I grow terrifying?” Marx touched his cheek, strangely.

Finally, after hearing this sentence, Tia glanced glanced at Marx’s face.

“No, no…”

Seeing Marx towards her, she was busy looking away, but the tone of her speech was flat.

“…Mr. McLorne looks very kind and not terrifying.”

To be honest, Marx is the first time I hear someone use the word “health” to describe him. For a time, he doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad.

“Is it?” Marx nodded. “Yes, you said you came from the US, right? Then why is your accent…”

Tiya bowed her head for a moment and could see that she didn’t seem to want to recall those past events.

“…I am a big orphan head, and the nun who teaches us to speak is the Britain.”

“Church orphanage?” Marx thoughtfully said, “…that’s not a good place.”

This may sound like a nonsense, but in fact, Marx’s meaning is not just as simple as it seems.

Let’s not mention what his childhood was like. At least he used to make some muggle aristocrats take the initiative to pick up the pound, and deliberately went to several orphanages to do some trivial “little things.”

In those orphanages, he saw the so-called “orphanage” in person.

In combination with the various manifestations of Tia, Marx has a little bit of understanding – whether she is a Voldemort or not, at least her strange character, does explain it.

“Yeah…” Tia gently nodded. “That’s not a good place.”

“You graduated from Ifamoni? How is it? What are you going to teach?” Marx asked the previous topic and asked.

The conversation between the two people has always been that Marx is guiding, and the conversation is very scattered. There is no one to talk about, which makes Tia gradually relax.

Not long after, Mrs. Weasley hurried up from downstairs – dinner was ready.

By the way, Marx also vaguely heard that Harry had two buzzing sounds in the bedroom they were waiting for, probably the Fred and George brothers and Disapparation.

“Do you want to go down to eat today?” Marx laughed. “The rest of the people here are also good people and will not hurt you.”

“Yes, sorry…” Tia seems to be nervous again.

Marx quickly waved his hand: “Nothing, don’t be reluctant, then let’s talk about it next time! I will let Lena send it up later.”

“……Thank you.”

After whispering, she retracted into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

“The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs to have dinner…” Mrs. Weasley stood at the door of the bedroom not far away. “Everyone wants to see your style, Harry… and who is it? Are those shampoos left outside the kitchen?”

“Crookshanks.” Marx vaguely heard Ginny’s voice. “It likes to play with those things.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Weasley said. “I think it might be Kreacher. He always likes to collect this weird thing. Now everyone remembers to keep the sound down in the kitchen.”

She paused again, “Ginny, your hand is dirty, what have you done? Remember to wash your hands before eating.”

Then, Mrs. Weasley turned and went downstairs, and Ginny quickly followed. When their mother and daughter were walking down the stairs, they all smiled and waved at Marx, indicating that he also came together.

Marx nodded, let them go first, and walked to Harry’s bedroom.

“Seeing my style… What style?”

“Harry -“

Harry’s slightly sulking voice and Hermione’s helpless voice almost simultaneously entered Marx’s ear.

“Yes, I know,” Harry sighed. “I am just… I am angry with myself.”

He thought and curiously asked: “Who is ‘Kreacher’?”

“The elf who lives in this old house,” Ron said. “Maniac! I have never met an elf like him before.”

Hermione frowned at Ron.

“He is not a madman, Ron.”

“His goal in life is to cut his head and hang it on the plaque like his mother!” Ron said anxiously. “Is this normal, Hermione?”

“Cut your head down? Hang on the plaque?” Harry stunned.

“The plaques have been removed by Marx, or you can see them on the wall,” Hermione explained, then stubbornly said to Ron, “I think that’s not normal, but that’s not its fault. !”

“Okay…Yes, he’s just a little weird, but that’s not his fault.” Ron blinked at Harry. “Hermione, she’s still like this, isn’t she?”

“Is there anything wrong with this?” Hermione said excitedly. “Not just me, isn’t Marx wanting us to treat Kreacher kindly?”

“Marx can only say ‘don’t care what Kreacher said’…” Ron muttered.

“If you are willing to treat Kreacher kindly, I think it’s also good.” Marx suddenly walked to the door and smiled. “Well, let’s go downstairs! I think Harry must be hungry…”

“Oh, Marx…” Harry was a lot honest when he saw him. “Yes, I am hungry to die.”

When the four men came downstairs, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After some members of the Order of the Phoenix left, many of the big locks and bolts were re-locked.

“We ate in the kitchen below,” Mrs. Weasley whispered as he met them under the stairs. “Harry, dear… I think you have to pick up your toes. After walking through the corridor, the kitchen is at the end.” Behind the door -“

“Pick up your toes?” Harry wondered.

But his voice did not fall, everyone heard the “hua la” sound, the voice is not big, but it is enough to attract everyone’s attention.

“Tonks!” Mrs. Weasley turned back and cried angrily.

“I’m sorry!” Tonks was lying on the floor, hehe smiled. “It’s all stupid umbrella stand, I’ve been stumped for the second time—”

However, the words behind her were overwhelmed by a horrible, screaming scream.

“It’s a portrait, Sirius’s mother.” Marx shrugged said, “She cast a ‘permanent paste spell’ on the back of her portrait, which is really not easy to take.”

That’s what it is, but it’s actually Marx and doesn’t want to take down the portrait. That’s one of the few remaining thoughts of the old Kreacher. Before some things are done, Marx thinks it’s better. .

Harry looked at the probe and found that in the portrait-sized portrait, an old lady with a black hat was screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured and generally terrifying.

“That is Sirius’s mother?” Harry was surprised.

The old lady was drooling, she turned her eyes, and the sallow skin on her face stretched out as she screamed, looking like a cold cold shivers down one’s spine.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward, struggling to pull the curtain to cover the old lady, but the portrait’s own hook was a bit loose, not so good.

The old lady yelled louder, and she waved her skinny paws as if to tear their faces.

“The fifth time! Damn! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You half demon, mutant, deformed, get out of here! How dare you lick my father’s umbrella stand in this house – ”

Tonks apologized over and over again, rebuilding the huge, heavy, giant-legged shelf.

Mrs. Weasley temporarily gave up the heavy curtains and continued to hang up. She pulled out the wand and seemed to want to fix the hook that had gone wrong.

At the same time, a man with long black hair, facing Harry, ran out from behind a door.

“Shut up, you terrifying the old witch, shut up!” He grabbed the curtains that Mrs. Weasley gave up, and the old lady’s face suddenly became pale.

“Oh! It’s you!” She squinted her eyes and stared at the man’s loud roar. “The pure blood traitor is really annoying! I am ashamed of you!”

“I said it! Closed – mouth -” the man snarled.

After Mrs. Weasley re-fixed the hooks, several people worked hard again for a while, re-hanging the curtain, and the portrait of the height was finally covered up.

The old lady’s screams disappeared, and there was no echo. The hall was silent.

The man gasped slightly. He wiped his long black hair from the front of his eyes and turned his face to Marx.

“Hello, Harry!” His anger was still not gone, and he was annoyed. “I think you have seen my mother.”

“Oh…oh! Sirius…” Harry wondered. “I think so…but why is your mother’s portrait here?”

“Have I said that?” Marx said. “This is the old home of the Black family, which was left by Sirius’ parents.”