Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Herpo, that guy came.”

Under the night screen, Marx stood in the wreckage of Blois, and he had a sighing heart.

Yes, at the evening of today, he finally left the island of Rowena. As a result of his own problems, he was really unable to continue living with his small partners, and no one else knew that already had not been on the island, except Delphini, which he had previously stated.

However, the first place he came after his departure from the island was Blois, France, which had become a ruin.

When the rune chart was used to move away from here, he was worried that Herpo would still find their whereabouts. Although Herpo didn’t at all go to the island after the incident, who knows if that wily old fox guy would have deliberately kept his hands on the ground?

But now it seems that the problem is not very high.

Marx senses some of the remaining micromagic power traces here and estimates that:

“… for a maximum of 10 days, even if he did come here, he would not have left any valid information. Looks like he didn’t find out where I moved.”

After having personally confirmed the security of the island, Marx can not stop relaxed – a time when he can be reassured.

And that’s where Marx’s heart has been hanging a little bit over the time. He saw his silent place, Nodded, and then he went back to the top window of the building with a slight eye.

In

fact, soon after his arrival, he had realized that there were a few eyes in that direction staring at himself, and followed up and even more.

However, the magic power waves and spiritual state of those people were known only by him, and they would never be Herpo’s men, let alone Herpo himself.

As for who was staring at himself here, Marx would be less interested – his state of affairs is not good at this moment, and the balance between the body’s two souls rules would collapse at any time. If it was not necessary to come here to confirm whether there was real security on the island, he would have been in England soon.

After all, if his problems in the body erupt directly here, it’s even the muggle of the city as a whole.

So, after looking back and leaving some warning to one of them, which seems to be leader wizard, he intends to leave.

But who knows that each other suddenly opened the window and came straight from upstairs and down to himself.

“en?”

Marx has a feeling, not a little eyebrowing, thinking or not walking directly.

That apartment building, not far from the ruins of the castle. Soon, I saw a little bit of black robed sillhouette under the night skilfully crossing the perimeter construction fence, stopping foot a little further away from Marx.

Marx saw a pure white mask on the face of each other, with no real sense, light shook the head, without an offer to ask.

But he doesn’t speak, and the other side opens.

“Who are you?”

Marx hearing this, she was asked.

“You’re not just watching me there, but suddenly you come to me, but ask who I am?” He’s a little eyebrowed, “This young Lady, if you’re nothing else, I’m leaving – I’ve got a lot to do.”

“Wait,” Savanna’s busy calling Marx Road, “Are you Marx McLorne?”

“Oh,” Marx, listen to her. That’s why she picked the eyebrows again. “Seems you’re not here by accident, are you waiting for me here?”

Marx said that nature is tantamount to the indirect recognition of his identity. Savanna, when he sees you, nodded, and then:

“Mr. McLorne, I did come here to wait for you to show up, but trust me, we have no evil against you.”

After knowing that this person is indeed Marx, Savanna doesn’t even know whether she’s nervous or reassuring now. Because even if the other side was not the most heinous Herpo, the first impression that Marx eye gave her left behind behind was too deep.

And, on the other hand, it’s quite surprising that Marx knew that the mask young girl was just waiting for himself here — he came here the first time after he left Rowena’s island, but it didn’t even know Delphini.

About the first time Marx offered to ask:

“Is there any malicious and so on for a while, and I want to know first who you are?”

Savanna asked Marx, busy Pack for a moment, so as to calm himself down as usual. A little stop, she only answered:

“I don’t know if Mr. McLorne ever heard of witch ‘GUFRON’?”

“Are you referring to the ancient Nordic Prophet Gloine?”

Marx, just a few seconds.

“Oh, that’s what it is! You’re the dark wizard in Sweden.”

Marx knows that the dark wizard, which gathered in Norway and Sweden, has been low, but their history of living there has also been quite long.

They were said to have settled in the vicinity of the past, and even spontaneously formed an organization because, since the ancient era, there had been a famous family of prophets.

And that first ancestor of the Prophet’s family was named the ancient witch Goifrine, who knew the past and the future, whose famous name was, and even muggle, was enshrined in the Nordic myth.

“So, is it your generation’s prophet who sent you here?”

See Marx, just through his own account, already knows his identity history, and Savanna has to be secretly sighed by each other. After all, while they are the largest dark wizard organization in the world today, they have never seen much, and there are few people in other countries other than the Ministry of Magic and King muggle in their own country.

Just a

little stop, Savanna Onnodded:

“Yes, … in fact, our Prophet wants to talk to you — you know, about this disaster and turmoil today. We hope to work with you to stop the ancient dark wizard ‘Herpo the Foul’ from continuing to be a scourge.”

Savanna was very serious, but Marx was just a little shaky about it:

“Regrettably, although I do want to come with you and meet your prophets, I’m afraid it’s not working. You go back and tell her — even if she knows where I am, don’t send anyone to me again.”

“And the prophet bloodline is valuable, and if you have the heart to deal with Herpo, protect yourself first!”