Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

That night, after Marx praised those students with good responsiveness, the real training began.

Until the end of the self-study time before the lights went out, Marx’s endless responsiveness test made the young wizards really tossed. Coupled with the homework after class, waiting for everyone to complete, it is inevitable that the night battle will be inevitable.

Early the next morning, almost all members of the party appeared in the dark circles.

“I know this is really hard. If anyone can’t help but want to give up halfway, I won’t blame him.”

This is the sentence!

In the hell-like training process, whenever someone shows signs of fatigue, Marx will always say this seemingly gentle and considerate words.

Which one can be present is not an adult child? The young wizard who can take the initiative to participate, most of my heart is screaming! Especially there are a few bags of dog food inside… Oh no, it’s a couple of couples. How can you say something frustrating in front of someone you like? It’s too late to compete for strength!

So the most difficult first adaptive training, one did not give up, and all persisted. Even Zachary Smith, who likes to complain the most, is the last moment.

Overall, Marx is quite satisfied. After all, as the first training, he did not put too much discount on the training intensity, and he could stick to the last one, and both rely on perseverance to support. Even if there are indeed one or two characters in these students, it should be a good place. Marx will not blindly deny it because of personal feelings.

“The weather today looks good…”

Marx pulled the curtains behind him and glanced at the outside. Then he sat down on the chair and opened the book to continue his research.

He must master these contents as soon as possible, and there are many things to be busy!

And almost at the same time, Harry just woke up from his sleep.

Last night’s training made him too tired. After returning, he was still busy with the pile of homework until midnight. As a result, he even dreamed of writing homework.

“Ah! I can’t finish it! I have to be Snape deduct points…” Harry slammed up and stared blankly for a moment. “Oh… it was a dream!”

He “plopped” and then fell back to the bed, but also pulled the quilt.

The opposite bed was still empty, and Ron apparently had not returned from the ward. Usually used to the existence of Ron, and now I see less, he really feels less used.

Lying on the bed for a little while, Harry stared at the sun shining through the window and through the bed, the tiny dust fluttering in the light column, flashing a little golden light.

Today is Saturday, it is a feeling of a little rest.

Of course, it’s just a break of that’s all, after all, even if there are no other unexpected situations, it’s time to take the OWLs exam. As a student, there is no reason to relax.

Perhaps it is because the daily routines of these years are too confusing, and the bad events happen one after another, as if there is never an end.

If you want to describe it, it’s like an endless Triwizard Tournament, and every day will be a new challenge.

There is still silence around, everyone is still asleep. If it wasn’t for the inexplicable dream of catching homework, he would wake him up, presumably he is the same now?

The position of the sun in front of the eyes is still very low, probably not long after the genius just lit up. The faint sound of the birds in the distance can be heard faintly, except for the slow and even breathing of the students.

Harry sat up again, and he pulled the shackles from the bed and put the clothes on. Then he opened the bag again, took out some parchment, quill and ink bottles from it, took them out of the Dormitory, and walked to the common room.

The fireplace in the common room has long since been extinguished, and it is much colder than in the bedroom. Harry couldn’t help but chill, then he immediately threw in the dry wood on the side of the fireplace.

“Incendio.”

He pulled out the wand and pointed at the firewood. A strong flame immediately ignited the firewood, emitting a fascinating heat.

After a little roasting for a while, he sat down on his favorite old armchair next to the fireplace, and the soft cushions were quite comfortable.

He flattened the parchment on the round table and wondered what to write.

When he learned of the location of Sirius from Marx, he remembered that he should write to the godfather. Some words, although he can still talk to Ron, but what he really needs is not someone to accompany him, but when he is troubled, there is a person who comforts his heart.

Or, a person like father.

Harry thought as he unscrewed the lid of the ink bottle and dipped a little ink on the tip of Quill. But after that, his nib was just hanging over the first inch of the slightly yellowed parchment, and he couldn’t drop the pen for a long time.

After a short while, he finally realized that he was just staring at the flame in the fireplace, that’s all, I don’t know how to write.

Of course, there are a lot of things happening, just pick a few pieces and you can write this parchment full. There are a few things to choose from to tell Sirius that he has no good idea in his heart.

Writing letters during this period is a very difficult matter. He must find ways to change the content he wants to convey in the past, so that he can send it out with confidence, because no one knows whether the letter will be robbed by someone who should not see it, just like Hedwig before. The same as the injury.

Harry was completely motionless doing it for a while, and finally I smoothed out some of the things I thought. He snorted again in the ink bottle and wrote it on the parchment shua shua.

In his letter, he mentioned his “Defense Against the Dark Arts class”, because he wanted to come, but it was the most disturbing thing for him.

Those big spiders are naturally terrifying, but that after all is gone, and he has picked up the Gryffindor sword again.

Well, although this time I always feel that I am not very energetic, and I have not played any special strength. But at least he didn’t fall into the madness that once scared him. It was a good start.

The most disturbing thing he is now is the training last night.

During the training, he clearly felt his own shortcomings. Or, he is actually no different from everyone, the same exhaustion, the same poor performance.

The lightning scar on his forehead still reminds him at all times, at least for his parents. Compared with most other students, he does have different places.

So he will feel uneasy, because his difference is only on the mark that Voldemort left him. Besides, he still has nothing. He knows that Earth Grade tastes his weakness.

Harry read the letter several times from start to finish, checking to see if he had written something that should not be written. After repeated confirmation, he carefully sealed the parchment, drilled through the portrait room of the common room, and went all the way to the owl shack.

Probably too many factors need to be scrupulous, so that the letter is not too long. In contrast, the time he took to complete the letter was a bit too long.

As he walked out of the door of the Gryffindor Tower, the sun had spread over half of Hogwarts. The sun hangs high in the air, swaying the warmth that is different from the flames in the fireplace.

The owl shack is on the top floor of the West Tower, all around is a glass window without a glass, and the bright light makes him barely open his eyes.

Looking up, more window holes are neatly arranged around the spire, a path of light beams projecting in and out, intertwined on the slightly dim shed roof, hundreds of owl gu gu called.

The light of this morning seems to make them feel a little anxious, after all, owl is a typical nocturnal creature. After careful inspection, it can be found that there are a few apparently just returning from the outside, and there are still twisting forest rats on the claws.

Harry leaned up his neck and walked back and forth in search of Hedwig, and the light in the straw under his feet fainted a few light sounds, probably with tiny bones inside.

“Hey! Hedwig!” He found Hedwig’s silhouette near the top, “Let’s go! There is a letter that you need to send!”

Hedwig whispered, flapping the white wings that had just healed for a few days and flew down to stand on Harry’s slightly thin shoulders.

“No problem? If it’s not completely good, I can let the public owl send this letter first…” Harry said, caressing her wings with some concern, softly said.

“咕-“

Hedwig shook his head and patted his wings, indicating that he had no problem.

“Okay, then…” Harry hesitated a little nodded. “This time is a bit far, I want to give Sirius, he is in the US now-“

“gu gu -“

Hedwig grabbed the envelope with his mouth and licked the big amber eyes, indicating that she understood. Then, immediately spread the wings to an owl rack in the center of the shack and stopped on it.

Suddenly, a soft light flowed through her, and she attached a spell to support long-distance flight. Then she slammed her legs and rushed out of the window and flew to the clear sky outside.

Harry was hiding Hedwig from the sun, but at this moment, a black bird shaped like an eagle suddenly glided from the direction of Forbidden Forest. After hovering in the air, he fell straight toward him. .

He recognized the bird, it was Marx’s owl, and I heard that the name was “Marf Rio.”

Just as Harry was stunned, Marf suddenly turned his posture again. The giant wing angered and turned a corner in front of the shack, drawing a black arc and flew to the other side of the castle.

Marf’s flight speed was too fast, and Harry could hardly react. He only felt that his heart was like a drum.

Marx hasn’t been riding the broomstick for a long time, and Harry, who loves Quiddich, is really sorry. He always wanted to have a good match with Marx.

Just now, Marx’s owl’s beautiful flight reminded him of the way Marx dominated the Quiddich Cup.

“…the black eagle is beautiful!”

He is remembering it! But I didn’t want to make a sound suddenly behind me, and he was shocked.