Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The time has come to noon, and the sun hangs high above the head, bringing the warmest time of the cold day.

The bright sunshine plunged into the living room from the window, and gently sprinkled on the floor with a little dust, reflecting the soft rays of light leisurely.

On the Hudson River, the tranquility of nature is far more than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is no towering building to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Abigail and Olivia are both busy in the kitchen on the first floor. Some simple yet characteristic meals are quickly placed on the dinning table, but there is still no movement in the upstairs.

It has been more than four hours since they left the bedroom. During this time, Marx only came out once, and after explaining that Sirius was being inspected and treated, the door was never opened.

Now Abigail is very upset, and it’s time for lunch. Should I call them? Although treatment must be important, it is also important to fill your stomach.

“All right! You can have lunch! I am going to call them-” “Wait.”

Olivia didn’t think that she would bother their treatment, or that Marx only said “I want to check and treat”, and lunch always eats?

“Let’s wait!” Abigail subconsciously stopped Olivia.

However, this seemingly good lunch, Marx and Sirius eventually failed to eat.

Sirius’s situation is more serious than Marx imagined, although it is not at a loss, but it takes a lot of effort to deal with it.

When the Obscurus attacked Sirius, some of the energy infiltrated Sirius’s into the body and continued to erode his own magic power, making them no longer used by Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state of exhaustion like magic power, and even a small Levitation charm can’t be released.

However, if you want to say the harvest, there is also it.

In fact, after some inspections, Marx confirmed one thing – the strange black fog of the Obscurus, and it has many similarities with the black gas of the enchanted monument. This is not the word “coincidence”. Generalized.

The last time Marx took a blow from Voldemort, the situation he encountered was quite similar to the current Sirius.

Although it is not exactly the same, it is worth mentioning.

From the inspection and treatment of Sirius, to the analysis of the black fog energy, Marx’s hands almost never stopped.

The bedroom door finally opened when the sun gradually sank and the clouds of the sky reddened the entire field of vision.

“Oh – Mr. McLorne, are you finally coming out?”

As soon as Marx walked out of the room, he was caught by Olivia, who had nothing to do all day.

“How? Is Mr. Black okay? From the time I first picked him up at the back door of our house, he always looked sick. I thought he was bitten by Motra. You are not here! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motra rats on the US side. It is not easy to see a patient who is bitten by them. I always wanted to have a fire in my ass. The symptoms…”

“Ah, if the laws of the United States strictly prohibit the private breeding of magical creatures, I can bring you two to come…” Marx interrupted Olivia’s chatteringly and casually. “What’s the food?”

“The kitchen, there is in the kitchen -” Olivia said cheerfully, “Abby has been there! So that you can eat hot pies at any time… Oh, she won’t let me say this.” ”

“Oh…” Marx shrugged said. “Well, I understand, I will not hear anything.”

He paused and said to Olivia sincerely: “Right, haven’t thank you yet… Thank you for saving Sirius. He is a good friend of Godfather, and he is only one after another. Loved ones. If you didn’t take him when he needed help most, they may never see each other again.”

“No, nothing…” Olivia showed a pure smile, briskly, “I am the daughter of my father, our father never abandoned any patient, and I am the same. Although my ability is not enough. When a real healer, my principle is never changed!”

“Well,” Marx watched as she nodded. “I think that you are already a real healer now. The lack of knowledge can be filled with time, but the beliefs and principles are often accompanied by people. Life.”

He thought about it, and then he pulled out two thick notes from his waist and went straight to Olivier’s hand.

“This is a note I have compiled while studying some of the practical applications of potion. There are quite a few well-known healer treatment records for various illnesses, and my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge inside is inevitable, it’s one-sided. It might be helpful for you.”

After all, Marx didn’t wait for Olivia to say anything, then turned and walked downstairs.

The house is not large, and downstairs is a one-bedroom room with a kitchen and living room. When Marx walked down the stairs to the living room, he found that Abigail was slumbering on the dinning table in the kitchen.

He did not bother to abigail, but he went to the kitchen side and squatted.

It seems that Olivia is right, Abigail is estimated to want to wait for them to come down and then roast. Although Marx feels the pie, it is actually cold, but in such a cold weather, it is still just baked.

Since people have been waiting for so long, Marx is so embarrassed to trouble people. After considering the material in front of him for a while, he took out his staff and slammed it alone.

“Well, it’s also a wicker from Hufflepuff. It’s estimated that you can’t make a big meal. It’s really easy to bake a pie.”

However, Marx soon found himself looking down on the magic about the kitchen. No, to be precise, he is a small idea of ​​his own day!

“bang!”

It didn’t take long for a flame to rise in the kitchen and wake up Abigail, who was holding his chin and dozing off.

“Oh–” She jerked around and couldn’t help cry out in surprise, “Mr. MrLorne? You are… what is this doing?”

At this moment, just in front of Marx, a huge Fireball is floating in the air. The flame in the Fireball is constantly rolling, the sizzling heat waves assaults the senses.

“Oh…” Marx looked back and laughed. “I suddenly want to try it. If you only use magic, can you bake an apple pie?”

“Only use magic?” Abigail stared wide-eyed. “Where there are baking pans and ovens, why use flames directly? Is it enough to heat the oven with a spell?”

“Well… how do you say that?” Marx smiled. “It’s just a small idea, a little creative that’s all!”

“Is it…” Abigail looked at the big Fireball in a complicated look, unable to speak. “So, can you tell me what is this Fireball?”

“Well, this…” Marx thought. “This is the effect of controlling magic power, but… well, the premise is that at least you must be able to perceive your own magic power. Generally speaking, this is more difficult. of.”

“Is it aware of magic power? Is it innate talent? It’s like Metamorphmagus—” Abigail is curious. “I know that there are also a few wizards in the magic circle that have some strange magic innate talent. One kind?”

“Maybe there is such a wizard…” Marx explained while maintaining the temperature of the Fireball. “But I am not innate talent, but… Do you know Patronus Charm?”

“Ah, know… it’s a pretty esoteric curse.” Abigail nodded said, “Our curse professor said that the magic foundation needed to cast that spell is far beyond the ordinary wizard level. ”

“No, in fact, Patronus Charm is not a complicated curse,” Marx shook his head. “The difficulty of Patronus Charm is the chanting of the spell, because it needs to infuse the purest willpower in each syllable, which requires a fairly high Concentration and rich imagination.”

“And Patronus Charm’s character is the curse’s inner ‘happy’, or ‘guardian’ – both of which are willpower related to others.”

“The magic power that comes with each wizard’s soul is essentially a kind of ‘willpower’… or at least related to willpower. If you want to perceive magic power, I think it’s a good start from Patronus Charm. s Choice!”

When Abigail heard some heartfelt wishes, Marx gently picked his eyebrows and then swung the fireball away with a wand.

As the flame instantly dissipated, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in the sight of the two.

“What is this…” Abigail stared at the ball and smelled the scent from the ball. He couldn’t help but be surprised. “Mr. Mr. MrLorne, don’t tell me… this is a Apple pie?”

“cough cough…” Marx coughed. “You have to listen to me. There is a reason for this… because you think, if you want to heat the dough evenly, isn’t the ball the most reasonable? ?”

“Well… is it?” Abigail blinked. “Maybe you are right, but this…”

“Reassured, the inside is hollow, otherwise it may not be cooked outside.” Marx shrugged said, “You see! I still think a lot.”

As he spoke, he waved his wand again, and the seemingly funny “new spherical apple pie” immediately opened Diffindo and fell to the plate on the dinning table.

After a while, there was a strange pie in the plate on the table, but they looked really different from the remaining watermelon rind.

“Okay!” Marx sighed said. “I admit, they look really bad when they sell.”