Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Since the beginning of the fog, the number has been over for a long time. It had long been forced to evacuate an empty town of London and had finally recovered its role as a city.

It is only a pity that the “inhabitants“ who are wandering here today are no longer the same.

A large number of low-lying bodies wandered around the street alley, even though the “number“ was more and still silent.

It may be because there has been a long lack of day-care, that the trees on the streets have no original headshot to live, and that the nearby lobby’s dwarf is more covered by heavy fog. Even if a few walls can be concealed, they are all too ashamed to see.

A formerly brilliant and prosperous city can become such a model in such a short period of time, and put it on the other day, how many more can believe it?

But it’s all too late for the unexpected changes in the old White Kingham Palace today.

Now, only a little closer to where the palace is situated, and the fog here is more scarce than the rest of the city of London.

The more so, the more horrible today’s White Golden Han Palace.

The

walls of the old grey white have climbed a lot of black thorns, the stretches of the former courtyard garden have been exhausted, and many sculptures on the square have been pushed down into pieces, and replaced by a different, terrifying black image of dignity.

When the glorious palace of the white and gold dealings began, it was now hard to become a symbol of this evil and death, and there was a breath everywhere near to life.

And just in this dark hall of the palace today, it was all evacuated earlier, and the grey, bald, bald lobby was swimming away from a kind of cold that kept people straight.

Only at the deepest depth of this hall, on top of the highest-ranking stage, the throne chair of Grey Black is uprooted – and it represents more than the kingdom, which is waiting for Death’s family.

Yes, if the terrifying appearance of the “man” who is sitting on it at this moment, as well as dozens of high-ranking bodies who are sitting on both sides of the throne, it is not to be said that it is even more important to question whether they have uninterrupted the Great Sect of hell.

But it is also at this point that the Great Sect of the White Kingham Palace slowly opened up, and a silhouette came out of the door with a silhouette.

Of course, he certainly did not come alone – probably there is no one who has yet been able to break in here except Marx.

As can be seen, there is also a black living corpse that comes in with his muscle, and although the lips are wandering in the mouth, there is no accident about this “living man” in the front of the throne, just to take the other side to the air.

“Mr. Herpo?”

This man who was brought in by a living body was somewhat stuck there, standing there, and cautiously looked up and looked at the throne on the front stage.

Although great hall is rather dark, it is much more visible than this fog concentration outside the White Goldham Palace. He looked at the past, and soon saw that silhouette, which was staring down on the throne.

But honestly, at a moment when he looked at each other’s image, he regretted it – seeing that silhouette on the throne of the black was tall in body, but it was cruelty. Not only is most of the right arm missing, but the dark body is more like a melting shape like a wax burned by the fire.

By contrast, those demons who are static on both sides of completely motionless seem to be more acceptable.

When a man turns his head up, and he gets under the curtain, a low, dumb and depressed voice suddenly rings in the hall:

“Say it! Who are you? Why are you here to find me?”

Herpo’s voice went back in this empty great hall, and that cold tone made the atmosphere even more gloomy several times, and frightened the man’s heart.

Just a

little stop, he insisted on it:

“Distinguished Mr. Herpo, I am… I came by Teacher on behalf of me to negotiate a deal with you.”

“Say,” Herpo hearing this, when you’re on the sidewalk.

“Uh,” Man swallowed the saloon and went on hard, “it’s like — Teacher’s hands are holding information about the specific location of the asylum seekers, all of whom Marx McLorne was escorting himself out of England. Teacher said, Mr. Herpo, you should have wanted this information.”

“And then?” Herpo heard it, still indifferent expression.

“and then…”

It is clear that the man is trying to adjust his mind so as not to be too nervous to say anything wrong. You know, once there’s anything setback here, it’s definitely gonna be dead!

After a slight and a little bit, he went on:

“Teacher also stated that he hoped that this information would be used to exchange Britain’s ‘small’ place – which he could recommend to Mr. Kosovar a better place and would be more willing to facilitate Mr. Kosovar’s future offensive on the European continent.”

“Uh-huh?”

Herpo heard this here, and finally picked the eyebrows, but even if he laughed at his head:

“Looks like your Teacher’s gambling on that hostage?”

From what Herpo said, he was not interested in the terms of exchange behind men. What “better place” and “many facilities” are of no value to him.

In his view, would it be alright if he wanted to continue to expand it? Do you still need these bends?

And the man’s face does not seem to want Herpo to ignore the two elements, so he can only brace oneself:

“Sir, you’ve felt the formidable power of those ‘explosions’, and, in fact, there are still a lot of such weapons. Now those muggle… oh, those” ordinary people “who won’t magic, are afraid to use them in quantities only because of the magnitude of that weapon. But if the gentleman continues to attack other countries…”

It was clear in his words that Herpo would have to face a wave of indiscriminate bombardment if muggle combined with his intention to do his job. In that case, I’m afraid no one would want to see it, even Herpo would not have been able to bear it.

Regrettably, Herpo, after hearing it, just cared for his own mutated body, faintly smiled.

“Yes! I’ve felt it — very clearly at a very close distance,” he’s slowly walking, “but what about that?”

The

sound has not fallen, and Herpo’s deep eyes whispered through a string of severe light.