Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Kiwi pudding.”

Before Gargoyle at the entrance to the headmaster room, Professor McGonagall spoke out today’s password. Gargoyle slammed open, and the slate wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the headmaster office.

The stairs rotated automatically and sent several people to the entrance to the headmaster office.

“Please come in.” Dumbledore was like knowing that they were coming. He hadn’t waited for someone to knock on the door, and there was his old voice coming from inside.

Professor McGonagall stepped in and followed Marx and Snape in the back.

“How is the situation?” Dumbledore looked at Marx laughed and then looked to Professor McGonagall.

“The students are back, Troll has already been solved – by Mr. McLorne.” Professor McGonagall glanced at Marx and told Dumbledore the details.

Dumbledore listened to nodded, and when Professor McGonagall finished speaking, it started talking.

“Oh, yes, I understand.” Dumbledore said, “Minerva, go ahead and continue searching to see if there are any students running outside.”

“Severus, you go to help Professor Quirrell get Troll away.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary, Quirrell can do it alone.” Snape is still expressionless.

“I think I still want it.” Dumbledore looked at Snape.

“…if you insist.” Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, then turned and left.

Marx found that there was only him and Dumbledore left here, which made him feel a little uneasy, but did not show it.

“Would you like some kiwi pudding?” Dumbledore asked with a smile.

“Hey, why not?” Marx adjusted his mind and tried to keep himself from thinking about what was there.

I have to say that this time the headmaster’s taste is not bad. In a short while, a pudding entered Marx’s belly. During this time, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

“Well, it tastes good.” After waiting for a while, Marx was a bit awkward.

“I think so too.” Dumbledore finally started talking, “How do you feel about Hogwarts’ learning life?”

“It’s fun, very fulfilling, and has made a lot of friends.” Marx tried to pick up some optimistic answers, but I don’t know if it’s working.

“To tell the truth, you are the smartest child I have ever seen, no one.” Dumbledore shook his head and didn’t seem to care about Marx’s answer. “No one can learn so much at the age of eleven, during my teaching. No one. But in the teaching history of Hogwarts, I have never heard of it.”

“Hey, thank you for your compliments, but… is this a bit exaggerated? For example, my transfiguration is very general.” Marx tried to think about his situation.

“I don’t think so,” Dumbledore said. “I started paying attention to you when you triggered the first magic power run. For your behavior and experience, I think we can do it in a relatively equal adult form. communicate with.”

This time, Marx was a bit unstoppable. He was surprised: “Magic power is going away? Actually, I have been asking this since I received the admission notice. How can I not remember when I had magic power?”

“Oh, yes, because your magic power runaway is not the time.” Dumbledore sighed, “Although I don’t know if I should say it -“

Marx hearing this, then stood up suddenly: “I am my mother… At that time?”

“Yes, in the event of a car accident, your magic power suddenly violently protects yourself.” Dumbledore looked at Marx with a sly look, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

“That is, even if she didn’t come up…” Marx muttered in a trembling voice, as if he had lost all his strength and fell back on the chair.

Dumbledore looked at Marx in silence, seemingly regretting it, and seemed to be watching his reaction.

Suddenly, Marx came back to his senses, heavily sighed.

“The deceased has gone… Because of this, I am more eager to gain the power to guard others.” Marx suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Dumbledore for the first time, firmly said.

“This is your heart, I can feel it.” Dumbledore satisfactorily nodded, once again revealing a gentle and wise smile. “Death is usually the end of life, but it will always be the starting point for others. Remember, death Actually not terrifying.”

Marx knows that Dumbledore saw the silhouette of Voldemort in his own body. Fortunately, he did not have any bad thoughts and passed the test.

Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people. They never lack strength and ambition, but they will give up everything because of “love,” including their own lives. The difference between the two is that Dumbledore’s love is fraternity, and Snape’s love is only open to Lily.

And Marx doesn’t know, how about himself?

That night, Marx was lying in bed, and he couldn’t help but think. I encountered a lot of things today, and I learned an amazing fact from Dumbledore, which made him think about it and finally fell asleep until late at night.

……

After entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school are gray and covered with ice and snow. The lake is cold and hard like hardened steel. Every morning, there are frost on the ground, and students must pay attention to their feet at all times to prevent a big heel from being left unattended.

Marx sat on the dinning table, eating today’s breakfast, and his surroundings were full of people.

I don’t know who said it – it’s estimated to be Ron. In short, almost half of the students have heard about the glorious deeds of Marx. He killed a 12-foot Troll in a single fight! This is simply incredible!

Now Marx has become a celebrity, many students have come up to talk to him, and even a few First Year girls to sign him!

Marx feels like enjoying this surrounded feeling, not only because of vanity, but also because he feels really warm!

This is no excuse, believe me! What I’m saying is true! Do not believe that you find a bunch of people to surround you and try.

Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a long mole coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves, wearing huge beaver fur boots, and defrosting the broomstick on the Quiddich stadium.

This is a clear expression of one thing – the Quiddich season has begun!

To be honest, Marx actually wants to participate in Hufflepuff’s Quiddich team, but unfortunately, he has been too busy. Moreover, the Quiddich team generally does not allow a First Year student to participate.

“I believe that Harry is just a special case.” Marx looked at the Gryffindor long table, Harry and Ron were whispering, and Marx guessed they were talking about it.

However, Marx is more concerned about the fact that he has not heard of Harry joining the Gryffindor team as Seeker. Hard to beat, Gryffindor’s Captain Wood intends to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

“The secrets are doing well.” Marx muttered with a fuzzy voice, chewing on the food in his mouth.

However, when the game day came, Marx looked at Harry from him, and he was a little dumb when he was walking to the table.

“What’s the matter?” Marx stared at Harry as he disappeared onto the stairs leading to the Gryffindor’s viewing seat, his face full of unadorned and disgusting expressions.

“What’s wrong? What are you looking at, Mr. Knight?” Charlotte Senior Sister hooked Marx’s shoulder and laughed at Hehe. “Look at your Granger Princess?”

“Oh, ah – no.” Marx shook his head and glanced again at the Gryffindor’s viewing seat, then turned back and climbed up the stairs on his side with Charlotte.

Quidditch match is wonderful, but Marx doesn’t have much thought to watch.

He looked at the teacher’s side from time to time – without Harry’s Quidditch match, I don’t know what changes in Quirrell’s actions.

It was not until the game decided to win or lose that there was no accident in this event. At the moment without Harry, it seems that the possibility of Quirrell hands-on has been cut off from the roots, but Marx can’t guarantee that he will look for another chance against Harry.

“At least, excluding an inevitable crisis, is it a good thing?” Marx is not sure that this is not the case, but he has no clue about this matter.

Gryffindor’s game against Slytherin is over, and Marx glances at the scoreboard when he leaves, sixty to two hundred and ten. When the scores were tied, Slytherin’s Seeker caught the golden snitch and ended the game.

Marx had no time to do this, but after a glance, he went to the crowd of Gryffindor.

“Hey, Harry!” Marx tried to make himself look normal. “Don’t worry, the game isn’t over yet, it’s just getting started.”

“Oh, yes. But losing to Slytherin is still not very happy.” Harry sighed.

It seems that even if he did not participate in the Quidditch team, he still liked the sport.

“Well,” Marx sorted out the speculation he had just thought about in the game, and then asked, “I heard that Neville almost fell down when you were in the first Broom Flight Class. Is that true?”

Harry nodded said: “Yes! If it wasn’t for Madam Hooch’s reaction, Neville would have to enter the school hospital, I’m sure.”

“Yes! He is so high!” Ron smiled and gestured.

“What then? Malfoy didn’t bother him?”

“Oh, yes, that bastard always laughs at others, I can’t wait to give him a monster curse!”

“The thing that was duel that night was because we had a fight in class.” Harry followed the anger.

“Well, that guy is really not a good thing.”

Marx succumbed to the side, and gradually smoothed out the cause and effect of this – it turned out to be the case!