Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The next morning, in the auditorium, which was supposed to be the only destination in normal, there were only a few students in addition to the teaching staff. Everyone seems to have made an appointment, and they did not come here for breakfast.

Judgingly, this time there will be no people at the library door, but at this time it is already overcrowded.

After knowing that Marx will be the future Professor of Ancient Runes, everyone is interested in this elective subject that was not very popular in the past.

Not that they want to change the magic class – after all, how to replace the elective subject is a very troublesome thing, but this does not prevent you from looking at the new textbook content.

“…wow! That’s true! Hurry! It says ‘Marx McLorne’!”

“Yes, this is really cool! We used to be the student of the textbook Skills!”

“Let me! I have to buy one too -“

“You haven’t taken the magic class yet, don’t squeeze it!”

“McLorne He… No, Professor McLorne didn’t say it? Students who didn’t take the exam can buy it! Even if you don’t learn, buy it back as a commemorative!”

“Queuing! All…Queueing! Books… Nothing…”

When Harry and Ron walked to the door of the library, they heard a noisy inside, and even the scream of the administrator Madam Pince was overshadowed.

As for Hermione, she has already been squeezed into it.

“Marx always makes a lot of noise…” Harry looked at the lively scene of the party and couldn’t help it.

The culprit that triggered this morning turmoil, however, was slowly passing the entrance hall and heading for the auditorium.

“Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall.”

At the entrance of the auditorium, he saw a familiar silhouette.

“McLorne,” McGonagall turned back and smiled at Marx with a friendly smile. “Good morning… Welcome back to Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Marx politely nodded, and smiled. “To tell the truth, I still remember the night you led us to the separate house of the auditorium! I didn’t expect that I would shoulder the responsibility of the teacher so soon. ……”

“This is the result of your hard work,” McGonagall slowed down and waited for Marx to come to his side before continuing. “For you this student, we have a lot of strength to do the Teacher… Fortunately, you do It’s better than we thought.”

“It’s all because the professors are good examples for our students –” Marx modestly said.

Professor McGonagall shook his head and walked forward, saying calmly: “No, I don’t think so… you are different from other students, and you always have your own mature insights. I also misunderstood you at the beginning. However, it is clear that you have proved by fact that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic.”

“Let me say, or Sorting Hat sees it clearly – it will split you into Hufflepuff house, which is the best proof.”

“I can’t be low-key at all…” Marx shrugged.

“Your low-key simplicity is not on the surface, but on your heart.” Professor McGonagall looked at Marx and said seriously, “Helga Hufflepuff was not so low-key at the time, she often cooks herself and then invites friends to hold a banquet; In many academic fields, she is not afraid of achieving achievements and demonstrating authority…”

“…and she has spared no effort in advocating fairness and equality, recruiting academics from muggle, and even argued with Salazar Slytherin.”

“But even then, no one would think that Helga is not low-key.” At this point, Professor McGonagall stopped her steps. “Because, whether she likes ‘food,’ or secretly studies magic alone. Things… Of course, it also includes the silent way of laying out the wizard for the muggle, and dedication to life, and it’s all her low-key proof.”

“This… I don’t dare to comment on the terms with Hufflepuff!” Marx slammed with a smile.

“Your secret efforts, we all look at the eyes!” Professor McGonagall patted Marx’s arm. “No doubt, you are a wizard with innate talent, but the world is innate talent. There are also a lot of wizards, and can you grow a few Dumbledores?”

After all, Professor McGonagall turned and walked over to the teaching staff.

For a teacher like McGonagall, being able to teach a student like Marx is her achievement and her dream. Since she was determined to serve as a teacher, this is what she has been pursuing in her life.

Marx looked at Professor McGonagall’s back and unconsciously added another touch of emotion.

To be honest, he is so keen on delving into magic, just for himself. He never thought that his achievements would sometimes become the achievements of others.

With this sentiment, Marx’s heart could not help but add a bit of calmness. He is also growing up constantly, and the source of growing nutrients is just like Professor McGonagall who inadvertently gives him a sense of life.

A person lives in the world, not only for himself – he feels a different sense of responsibility for the first time outside of Luna.

“Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall.” Marx said to Professor McGonagall, who had already arrived at the teaching staff, “Let you be a student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teaching in you; now, as your peer I also hope that you can guide me how to be a good teacher!”

Marx, who was originally a professor because of the plan, finally decided to let go of the irresponsible thoughts under the words of McGonagall.

He deeply realized that the responsibility of a professor should not be shouldered by his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall turned around and cast a particularly satisfying sight on Marx, Marx bowed slightly to her respectfully.

As time went by, the number of people in the auditorium gradually increased.

Professor Grubbly-Plank, who is in charge of Care of Magical Creatures, chats with Prof. Cinnista of Astronomy, who are discussing Centaur’s astrological divination.

The absence of Hagrid has once again caught the attention of students.

“Dumbledore didn’t say how long the woman named Grubbly-Plank would stay…” Harry had already returned from the library and was heading towards Gryffindor’s long table.

“Maybe…” Hermione suddenly murmured.

“Maybe?” Harry and Ron asked in unison, “Maybe?”

“I was thinking, maybe Dumbledore didn’t want anyone to notice where Hagrid went -” Hermione said thoughtfully.

“Don’t want to be noticed by others?” Ron said strangely. “But how is this possible?”

As they spoke, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was trying to explain something, but at this moment, the sound of a hula hoop rang from the high window.

It was a large group of owls, flapping their wings and falling down the hall. It was followed by a variety of letters and parcels, as well as pieces of water.

The owls were all wet, and the fluff on the neck was stuck together, and it looked like a wolf.

Obviously, there is not much rain outside.

Hermione subconsciously stopped her words, and she hurriedly removed the juice and made a place for a barn owl that was also soaked.

“Recently, “Daily Prophet” doesn’t just say lace news? What is the substance?” Harry wondered. “How are you still booking it?”

“That again, this is the first newspaper of the Britain magic circle,” Hermione took out today’s newspaper from the waterproof tube, and at the same time said in a serious way, “To understand the magic circle’s public opinion, you must rely on it.”

As she spoke, she hung the empty waterproof tube back to the owl’s foot and, by the way, placed a copper Knut in the holster on the other foot.

Then she opened the newspaper and her entire face hid behind the newspaper until Ron and Harry had finished breakfast, and she closed the newspaper.

“Is there any valuable report?” Harry asked, sipping orange juice and asking casually.

“It’s still no point,” she shook her head. “Not even Marx’s job as Professor Hogwarts.”

“It seems to be useless…” Ron spread his hand.

At this time, Professor McGonagall has come over and walked back down the table, and distributed the curriculum to him.

“Merlin’s chin!” Ron glanced at him, frustrated. “A History of Magic, potion class, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts class… Bings old man, Snape, Trelawny, and surname Umbridge The old woman is concentrated in this day!”

“…is terrible, I really regret that I didn’t choose the Study of Ancient Runes!” Harry couldn’t help but frown.

Unlike theirs, Hermione was happy to smile.

“Marx’s class is there today, just in the afternoon–” she was a little excited. “I decided, I have to take time between class and lunch break, and review more like Nirvana!”

“Is she going to raise her hand as soon as she enters the classroom?” Ron saw it and couldn’t help but whisper.

“I bet she can hold a whole class!” Harry couldn’t help but agree with nodded.

At the same time, Marx, who had finished eating breakfast, happened to pass quietly not far away. He looked at Harry’s side and saw that they were holding the curriculum in their hands, and they could not help but show a smile.

“In this case, I will take a good lesson for a while…”

Even if he is already familiar with the content of ancient runes, he can no longer be familiar with it, but teaching others can be no more than his own research. In addition to knowledge itself, teaching methods also need to be considered more.

Can’t he really just like the Professor Binns of the A History of Magic class, and use the point of knowledge to tile the knowledge point from beginning to end?

“I can guarantee that the ancient runes are much more interesting than you think!”