Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Marx and Luna and Hermione stepped into the gates of Hogwarts with a large group of elves, the students had begun preparing for the return home.

This year is still very good, after a day of rest, it is the turn of the Christmas holiday.

However, this year’s three-week Christmas holiday, Hermione this year’s young wizard can not enjoy too much free. Let’s not mention the RA training courses that they have just drummed out. It is only the Hogwarts academic arrangement that has to be considered.

Because, when this holiday is over, they must face the OWLs exam directly to face a bloody battle with blood and tears.

“I have to take Lark and his clansman to see Professor McGonagall. You should be ready soon! If there is something after the holiday, write to me…” Marx looked at Hermione and Luna. “If If you encounter any difficulties, let me know with a fake gold coin – Luna is also, remember?”

“Okay.” Luna was simply nodded, “Merry Christmas.”

See Marx, this is going to go, Hermione has stopped calling him.

“Hey!” she whispered. “Well… I want to say, Christmas… Where are you going to be?”

“Oh, yeah… Christmas…” Marx seemed to be thinking about it. I thought about it for a moment. “It’s going to go to Black House! There are some homeless children. I think they should also have a relaxing and enjoyable Christmas.”

“Is the children you brought back from the United States?” At first the children were first sent to Hogwarts, and Hermione had seen them far away. “What have they experienced? As far as I saw it, that It must be too bad…”

“In short, there is an unfortunate past,” Marx shrugged. “Some of them have already reached out to their families through some relationships, and there are still a few that remain in the old house.”

“Oh…” Hermione couldn’t bear to say, “I think I should go see them too… When it’s Christmas Eve, I too…”

“No, I think you’d better stay at home with your parents.” Marx immediately stopped. “A Christmas for any family needs a companionship from the child, or your father mother will lose its decoration.” The meaning of the Christmas tree. By the way, you better be able to still believe that Santa is really like that… I believe your parents will be very happy.”

“Oh… I didn’t believe in Santa Claus since I was six years old,” Hermione shook his head with helplessly. “It was all because Father was slipping the snow that he had sprinkled when he faked the footprints of Santa Claus. He Elbow…”

She stopped as she spoke and didn’t seem to want to recall the bad memory of the time.

“What happened to his elbow?” Luna asked on the side.

“Oh… you don’t want to know…” Hermione looked at Luna and Marx hesitantly, seeing both of them curious, and couldn’t help but grin. “Okay okay…father’s The elbows slammed on my stomach, almost squeezing me out of the peg cake and Christmas pudding from the eyes of the scorpion!”

“Hey—” Marx and Luna glanced at each other with amazement.

“Enough!” Hermione squinted with a red face. “However, I think you are right – I should have Christmas with father mother, I miss them too, and they definitely miss me more.”

“Yes, that’s it!”

Marx gave a little bit of nodded, and in the stunned eyes of the nearby young wizards passing by, the elves went to the headmaster room.

“What is ‘Christmas’?” Old Lark asked curiously. “It sounds very interesting!”

“That is a good day to have fun, and to reunite with friends and family.” Marx said as he walked, “In short, there will be a lot of laughter on that day! I think you will like it.” of……”

Not long after, when Marx led a group of chirp chirp twitter twitter guys to the door of the headmaster room, he found that the door had been opened.

“house elf?” A voice came out from inside, “You…hey… Where did you find such a noisy ghost?”

As soon as I entered the headmaster room, Marx even saw Snape’s silhouette. This big bat is still as usual, as if he is dissatisfied with everything, with a disgusted look on his face.

“Merry Christmas, Professor Snape.” Marx greeted casually. “They are not house elf, um… at least, not the same.”

“hmph, whatever! You come right…” Snape licked his greasy hair. “I will go to the United States to find clues during the holiday. You know, then see you later.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” Marx said, and Snape passed by him and passed by, waving his sleeve to drive the elf who was blocking the road and walking outside.

He looked at the back of Snape’s departure, thought about it, and shouted at the other side: “Come and be careful there, although the main trouble has been removed, but it is not necessarily completely safe!”

Snape suddenly heard the reminder and turned around, only to see him crossing the heads of the elves, looking at this side of Marx slightly stopped.

“Know it,” he ordered nodded, expressionless authentic. “But I think, you should pay more attention than when I come.”

Marx couldn’t help but feel that Snape was right, because Snape had nothing to do with Voldemort and Grindelwald, but he was the number one enemy of the two.

After watching Snape leave, Marx turned and gestured to Professor McGonagall’s dagger.

“Professor, these little Spirit Generals are fighting against Voldemort with us. With them, I think the power of Hogwarts will be more powerful and secure,” he said.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been observing these elves since the beginning. The sheer number of them not only crowded the headmaster room, but even extended to the outside of the door.

And watching their lively look, and the chirp chirp twitter twitter that kept going, McGonagall has already felt that they are significantly different from house elf.

“They…is house elf?” Professor McGonagall hesitated. “The appearance is very similar, can…”

“Well… they should be the other lineage descendants left by the ancestors of house elf,” Marx explained. “You can understand – they haven’t experienced the original defeat and acknowledgment allegiance. Is it a ‘free elf’ group?”

“‘Freedom’?” squeezed the old Lack Road next to Marx. “This word sounds good. Old Lak likes the word…”

“What is he talking about?” Professor McGonagall wondered.

“He said he likes ‘freedom,'” Marx translated slightly, and continued. “His name is ‘Lake,’ the oldest of these elves – perhaps you can’t understand their language, But they can roughly understand what you are talking about.”

“Hey, young wizard,” Old Luck licked Marx’s robe and swayed. “The elf needs to work! The elf has to complete the mission of Perry! What should I do?”

“Of course, don’t worry.” Marx looked at him. “I will talk to you about the clues I got in a moment. You won’t be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you to stay, not ?”

He calmed the old Lac, and he said to Professor McGonagall: “There are a lot of places to live in the castle, but I want to let them meet with the house elf in the kitchen… Professor, what do you think? ?”

As Marx said, the Hogwarts Castle is quite large, and since the beginning of the school, it has never been able to fully utilize this ample space.

Not to mention other places, even the underground floor of the castle, there are too many empty rooms.

“Take them to the kitchen? I think the scene must be particularly chaotic,” Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, or nodded. “But if you go with them, it should be no big problem.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Marx said to McGonagall nodded. “I think Hermione will be very happy with your permission!”

That being said, Marx does not intend to call Hermione together. After a while, they should leave the school and go home. Now she is calling her, so she can’t have time to sort out her luggage.

Not long after, Marx led the elves through the spiral staircase, all the way to the underground corridor of the Hogwarts main fort, and stopped his steps in front of a fruit still life.

In the curious eyes of the elves, Marx reached out and scratched the pear in the painting.

Suddenly, the pear that had been motionless suddenly twisted and giggled. This move made the other fruits that were put together in the fruit bowl roll a little. An apple fell from the plate to the table and uttered a “beep”.

Immediately, the giggling pear changed silently and turned into a green door handle.

In the past, when he was at Hogwarts, as a Hufflepuff, he often came to the kitchen late at night. Now, it is naturally quite familiar.

Not much to say, Marx reached out and twisted the handle to pull the frame away.

“The inside is the kitchen, some of your family are living here…” He turned his head and said to the old Luck. “But, remember the situation I told you? Although you don’t seem to care, but I I think that tentatively is still a reminder -“

“What you will see next is what your compatriots outside the island are like now – in fact, living here is still good, and other places may be worse than this.”