Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“England London, where this magic battle started.”

Marx is on the outskirts of a hill and looks forward to the city where the man’s head moves, without moving forward, but without choosing to leave.

He’s just standing under that big tree on the top of that hill, short remark, like waiting for something.

And the fog was scattered around him, but it had no impact on him, and his vision went a few miles away and included the whole city in silence.

From here, you can actually see the White Kingham Palace. She sat on the brink of the Thames River, surrounded by a large number of buildings in the middle, and full green made it difficult for her to find.

Regrettably, the royal garden forest has now completely vanished, and the spread of the tornado, all over it, has caused her to lose the old splendorous and majestic. However, she was still remarkable, and it was clear from another point of view that the death toll was still appalling.

“… he’s waiting for me to go.”

Marx looked so far at the gloomy Palace, which was rejected by that black shadow, so muttered.

It is also at this point that the Marx on that side has been steadily staring down a little bit and seems to have a sense of other direction.

“Coming.”

The

sound has not fallen, and the sky behind him suddenly appears a black spot and rushed towards this side at a considerable rate. Just see that black spot spreading up as it approached, until it turned into a silhouette that fell on his side.

The body is very small, with a slightly broader wizard robe and a big top wizard hat on his head. That hat was huge, hidden in a number of ways, leaving no one at all to distinguish their true identity.

“It’s beautiful. It’s a pity to be so hidden.”

Marx walked closer and turned off that big hat.

It’s next moment, and countless silver white’s silver White’s silver silver silver silver silver silver whilst the waterfall goes down the skinny neck, and in that silver boom, the face of a refined face appears.

Marx lightened that soft fibre show, and touched himself with consciousness, as white and transparent as it was, with an outrage on his face.

“Wynie…”

He seemed to be trying to say something, but after a little stop, his eyes changed sharply.

“Let’s go!”

Marx finally just dropped that sentence, and then suddenly suddenly turned around and walked towards the city of London. That seems not to be a fast step, but it’s very fast, and it’s under the hill.

Wynie took half a shot in the original form, and that’s why expressionless took off, and moved towards Marx’s back.

…

Survivors continue to wander around the downtown of London, where the rest are mixed in the streets of the city, in addition to the one with the highest degrees of evolution.

These corpses have been here for a long time since Herpo returned. Without too much wisdom, they do not feel dry about this intriguing life, just crowded in silence and wandered around.

Only when “guests” come here will they stop, moving towards each other’s bees and send them to the throne of Herpo in the palace in accordance with the original order.

Of course, if the “guest” is resistant, the result is obvious.

However, the “guest” who came here today seems to be somewhat special.

Without waiting for each other to enter the city, a force has broken into it – it is not only a barbaric force, it is even a different kind of relative and strength, especially for the survivors who have been born guilty of their own sins – but it is more a delusion to return to their origins.

Somehow, a large number of living bodies stopped moving forward, standing on the ground.

When that silhouette entered the city with the young girl behind her body, calm and natural, no living body had acted, and there was no difference between death and silence.

And it can be seen that silhouette, who walked from the outskirts, had no interest in the densely populated living bodies in the city, and had not changed even the frequency of the pace. Whenever one step forward, those who are blocked from living before him will naturally turn away and give him the way forward.

Those dead bodies were made by Herpo. Why did they let him go? In this case, there is probably no third person to know except for him and Herpo.

Ten steps… 100 steps.

Marx didn’t stop for a moment, and there was no doubt that it had not been backwards. With the “consciousness” of the living bodies, a long and straightforward “light” has reached the front door of the White Kingham Palace.

Until this moment, Marx went down to stop and looked forward to that black palace, which had become demon fortress.

“Creaking…”

All of a sudden, the colored black man in the front square is moving!

They were like waking up by Marx and Wynie just arrived, and they jumped off the bottom of the seat with a metal distortion of hair.

“Bang, peng peng… bang…”

The heavy black sculpture crushed the ground, one step by one footprint and walked towards Marx’s Great Sect.

However, Marx still didn’t even look at them, and he just took another step from the Great Sect of the Palace of moved towards himself, looking straight through this front court square from the middle.

But when he crossed the first Step, he slipped through a little bit of color — and suddenly he stopped.

“No, no, no, no, no, I don’t think I should.” Marx ignored the demons who were closer to himself, just whispering, “Delphini, I promised her, didn’t I?”

But at a time when he was sceptical, dozens of black people came to his perimeter, and those who walked in front of him and even had a huge fist, and they were going to hit him and Wynie’s head.

“en?”

The imminent attack interrupted Marx’s mind and brought him back to sobered up.

“Wynie.”

He was a little eyebrowed, and soon he called young girls, and then Quietus walked away from people around his own front like an intermediary.

Next second…

“bang!”

young girls threw a piece of stuff into those people like their feet, and then saw countless tornadoes spreading up and strangled everyone like an invisible one. Those people are clearly powerful, but the speed at which the penis can be broken is far greater than the speed at which they grow, however struggling, the more the spirits on their body continue to flow, and then they are completely drowned in the instant.

I felt young girls with no difficulty solving those people’s images and returning to them, and Marx came back to the tunnel.

“How’s it going? Plants can also have souls — you’ve always liked them since, and now, how’s it feel to communicate with them?”

He said that, as if he had completely forgotten that suspicion.