Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the days that followed, everything seemed a bit messy, and it was annoying.

At Christmas, Hermione’s Polyjuice Potion finally got better, and Ron and Harry turned into Malfoy’s two idiots, and went to Malfoy to put some valuable information.

Hermione, however, put a cat’s hair into the Polyjuice Potion and turned into a catwoman who lived in the school hospital for several weeks.

When Hermione was finally discharged, they picked up a somewhat faded black cover diary with a date on the cover, probably one day fifty years ago.

On the first page of this old diary, you can only recognize a name written in ambiguous ink – Tom Riddle.

Three people surrounded the diary star big eye staring at small eyes, so I didn’t research anything. Finally, Harry had to put it on the bed and see when there was a way to think about it.

He always felt that this old diary looked suspicious.

Later, Valentine’s Day is here again.

This Valentine’s Day, obviously does not make people feel happy.

Lockhart didn’t know where to find twelve faces of gloomy’s dwarf. And they are different from the average dwarf, Loha holds them with golden wings and a harp.

The little elves sent greeting cards everywhere, and sometimes they pulled away the scorpion and the hoarse and unpleasant music. It was really evasive.

After that, the diary was missing, but Harry did not find it in the first place.

Woke up early the next morning, the weather was fine, sun shone brightly, pleasant breeze gently boasted.

“It’s the ideal weather for Quidditch match!” On the Gryffindor dinning table, Wood said with enthusiasm, adding a lot of scrambled eggs to each team member’s plate. “Harry, cheer up, you need to eat stopped breakfast.”

Harry and Ron and Hermione left the auditorium and went to pack his game item. At this time, he had already had a very heavy worry in his heart. Because he just heard the sound when he just stepped on the marble staircase.

“This time I want to kill… let me tear… let me tear…”

He yelled, Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

“That voice!”

Harry said, turning his head and looking back. “I heard it again – did you hear it?”

Ron shook his head, his eyes were round, and Hermione listened with a puzzled look, but still couldn’t hear anything.

“Right, Harry! You said last time, what happened to Hagrid’s chicken?” Hermione asked with a blind eye.

“Chicken? What’s wrong?” Harry wondered. “Hagrid just said… well, the chicken was bitten by something…”

“Oh! I think I need to check it out!”

She said, hurriedly ran away and went upstairs.

“What did she understand?” Harry said in a panic, still looking around and trying to figure out where the sound came from.

“I don’t know.” Ron shook his head and said.

“But why is she going to the library?”

“Because this is Hermione’s style,” Ron said, his face a bit ugly. “I don’t want to go…”

……

And just half an hour ago, there was a demand for the house.

“What you want to help me is when I call your name, use a knife to cross the symbol.”

Marx squinted at Wynie, who was sitting on the floor.

“Ah.”

“Okay, then you have to start.”

Marx said, heading towards the center of the room.

Some special symbols are being drawn on the floor in the middle of an open space where there is a room for refusal. Between these symbols, a neat line is connected back and forth to form an irregular array.

That looks like a circuit diagram invented by the muggles.

The ink used to draw these symbols and lines looks very special, it is a purple black imprint, from time to time there is a faint blue light looming, revealing an inexplicable mystery.

Marx barefooted to a position in the picture, and the left and right feet stepped on a line breakpoint and connected the entire image with his body.

Suddenly, the lines and symbols of the purple black burst into a surprising blue glow, enveloping the entire Marx.

Marx, who had already had a lot of experiments, didn’t feel any surprise. He stood still and seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, Marx felt sick and had a feeling of vomiting.

At the same time, a lot of faint black smoke emerged from his body. After a short time, a huge black fog gimmick formed behind Marx.

The girl looked very stunned, and it opened her mouth wide, and moved towards Marx made a silent roar.

“Well……”

Marx felt very painful, but he still didn’t show it, his face was still calm.

However, this feeling is like something that wants to shake his soul out of the body. As the power disappears a little, his whole person becomes weak.

“No, I have to wait…”

Marx calmly thought, maintaining his standing posture, the slightly trembling knees and palms, but it showed that it was not easy.

the second time! The black smog licked his hair for a second time!

Marx groaned, his eyes are round and the blood on his eyes is almost visible.

But this kind of patience is not in vain. Soon, a faint apparition has been “convex” from Marx within the body, although the head and feet are still tightly connected to Marx, but the body part is silent. The bark blew out the shell.

Marx stared at the translucent fuzzy apparition – he was using his own eyes to confirm the integrity of the soul.

After a short while, he could not support it after all, and shouted “Blois” weakly.

When Wynie heard it, he immediately stroked the floor with a knife.

With the sizzling snoring, the magic brilliance disappeared in an instant, and the black smog smashed quickly. Marx’s soul once again returned to his within the body, and he himself, but half-squatting on the floor, gasping.

“The Phoenician magic is still too rudimentary, and the accuracy is hard to control, resulting in excessive volatility.”

Marx thought as he lie flat on the floor and his chest undulating.

“…” Wynie walked over to Marx, squatting beside him, looking at his face quietly.

“Is it all right?” she whispered.

Marx shook his head slightly, and after a little recovery, he sat up again.

“Help me take the note on the table, thank you.”

After the adventure has been tried once, a lot of important experimental data has been generated, which needs to be recorded in the first time.

After a while, he slowly stood up and left Wynie’s initiative to help out.

If you put it in front, Marx will be surprised by Wynie’s behavior. But now, he just has some doubts about this.

At this point, the students and the professors have already gone to the Quiddich stadium to watch the game. The castle looks a little empty. When they first arrived near the library, they bumped into Lockhart.

“Hey,” Lockhart glanced, and then put on a smile. “Oh, isn’t this Marx? What’s wrong with you, need my help?”

Marx glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

“Oh–OK, but I think you’d better–“

Lockhart’s words haven’t finished yet, but Marx suddenly pulled out wand.

“Scorpio! What are you going to do?” Lockhart also hurriedly took out his wand and panicked at Marx.

“Go on the side.”

Marx stood up straight and swung the wand, and the Lockhart flew to the adjacent hallway. At this time, his eyes have also closed tightly.

“Miss Blois, close my eyes and go to the corridor over there.” He was in front of Wynie, solemnly, “Professor Lockhart, you too – if you don’t want to die.”

After all, he no longer manages Lockhart, but whispers something.

“God… quick.”

That is the assassin ability he learned in Alani.

Suddenly, Marx’s perception ability has been greatly improved, and the body’s agility has increased a lot.

After all, it was originally in a state of weakness, and these gains can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

But in any case, he also had to go.

“Why did Basilisk appear…” Marx thought of it, but he stopped, “Hermione?”

“hiss–“

Marx grabbed his head and caught everything.

He could feel the proximity of Basilisk – even the slight sound of the snake scales creeping on the ground, but his physical strength made him have to defend.

Suddenly, a strong wind rushed to the front of the left, and he took a few steps back with the slightest hesitation.

Bang!

Basilisk slammed on the ground in the corridor, suddenly pulled out a small pit, cracked stone slabs, splashing a lot of stone debris.

Marx thought of a lot of ways in a flash, but he was removed one by one.

The most difficult part of dealing with Basilisk is definitely not to look at Basilisk’s eyes. Direct view is the effect of death, even if it is seen indirectly, it will be petrified.

In this way, “Conjunctivitis Curse” can be described as the right medicine, but if you want to aim, it will inevitably intersect with Basilisk’s gaze. It is difficult to think of it; with other aggressive spells, Marx has no strength at the moment, let alone Basilisk’s anti-magic scales that cover almost the whole body are not funny.

And use potion to deal with Basilisk…

“You can only try it.”

Marx thought about it, simply put away the wand and pulled out a pure black potion bottle from his arms.

This is the unexpected product that Marx got when studying the wandless attack after Christmas last year – the Fiendfyre bottle.

Nowadays, the Fiendfyre bottle has been updated to the second generation. How strong can it be in the face of Basilisk, a magical creature with its own magic power?

To be honest, Marx also wants to know.