Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The streets of London are always wet, and it is not even a flat road. Water can be seen everywhere.

The road people come and go in a hurry, and most people are habitually holding an umbrella. Living in this rainy and rainy year, always need to be guarded, isn’t it?

This year’s London is generally cold, maybe, this time the muggle living in London can live a silver-clad Christmas.

Marx wore a thick wool coat and slid a black umbrella like other muggles, calmly rushing forward.

Most of the roadside shops have already been beaten. It seems that when people have been busy for a whole year and now need to rest, these stores are not able to make money.

Everyone is waiting for Christmas.

Everything in the magic circle is not in the world of the muggles, it is always so harmonious and quiet.

Suddenly, Marx, who had been walking forward, turned a corner and came to an old-style residential area.

The environment here is significantly darker than the streets outside, the old walls are covered with boston ivy, and there are large swaths of moist moss in the corners.

As Marx passed by a dark alley, there were vaguely visible mice that flew into the gutters that can be seen everywhere in London.

He did not hesitate, and kept walking forward under his feet, leaving behind one old house after another.

Soon, he stopped in front of the apartment in the 3-Layer building.

Year-round rainfall has made the house a bit black, making everything look dirty, and the old house is even more so.

The door to the apartment is open, and the large, lacquered wooden door is being eroded and rotted a little bit by the rain, giving out a strange smell that is not surprising.

Marx lifted his leg and went inside the door.

There is a guard room on the right side of the entrance door, but it is clear that there has been no door guard for a long time. There is an empty piece inside, only a broken wooden chair stays alone behind the reception window.

Marx just glanced glancedly and walked up the stairs to the front.

When he went all the way to the third floor and was walking towards the dimly lit corridor, a door opened.

“Oh – it’s a new face, child… Are you here to see the house?”

From the back of the door came a dry Old Old Man who pushed the eyes on his nose, but still looked at Marx with a squint.

“It’s not bad here. The landlord is very polite. It’s always loved… It’s getting older, I always want to talk more when I can talk, isn’t it?”

Marx shook his head and said: “Uncle, I came to see a friend of mine. She lived here, not long after moving.”

“Is it?” The Little Old Man thought for a moment. “Hey, is that the little girl named Werther? It looks pretty, and the heart is good, that is, the days are very poor…”

Marx calmly said: “This is the life she chose…”

After all, he said goodbye to the old man, moving toward the corridor and going deeper.

“Our choice is good… People have a chance to choose several times in this life…” Behind him, there was a faint sing of Little Old Man.

“dong dong”

Not long after, Marx came to the door of the 306 room, and he slammed the dilapidated wooden door that was not much better than the apartment door downstairs.

“Who?” A crisp, sweet voice rang from behind the door, vaguely still with a trace of sleep.

“It’s me, McLorne… It’s not too late, get up soon, Senior Sister.” Marx responded with a relaxed tone.

Suddenly, there was a silence in the room, and then he heard a rush of footsteps.

As the “creak” rang, the wooden door was pulled open from the inside, and a sweet breath moved towards the Marx standing at the door.

“Yeah!” “peng!”

Another cry out in surprise, the wooden door was closed again.

Marx looked a bit more complicated and tried to erase the picture he had just seen from the memory. He looked subconsciously into the hallway, but saw that Little Old Man just pointed at him nodded, and he went in the direction of the stairs.

Who would have thought of a beautiful woman who had grown up, would it be so careless? Actually wearing a loose pajamas, he rushed to open the door for him!

“I can’t help it… No, it’s hard to prevent…” Marx helpedless licked his forehead.

After a while, the door was opened again, and the well-dressed Charlotte finally officially appeared in front of Marx.

“Little Junior… just… didn’t you see anything?” Charlotte still had a slight flushed red on his cheek, but on the surface it was obviously not convinced. “If you see something you shouldn’t see, I will see you lost my memory!”

She raised her white fist and threatened her.

“You cover the room so black, what can I see… What happened just now? The door is open and closed…” Marx was naturally confused with her.

“…I want you to control! I will try to close the door.” Charlotte hired a slogan. “Standing there, what to do, come in!”

“pa!”

Marx walked past her, and a routine slap in the face was solidly photographed on his back.

“Senior Sister, can’t this habit change?” He said as he casually looked at the environment in the room, only to find that there was nothing wrong with it.

Apart from a small round table and a chair, there is only one closet and one bed.

On the south-facing wall, the curtains were pulled tightly, and a ray of light could not penetrate. Throughout the room, the antique oil lamp that did not know where it came from was shining with a faint fire.

“Habit is a habit, can’t change! If you don’t want to find a way to let yourself go…” Charlotte said, and slaped back to Marx.

“Well, I am willing to…” Marx continued to nodded. “Senior Sister, what is it doing in the room?”

“The air outside is so hot, it’s a little bit more to get in! It’s enough to change the gas every day at noon.” Charlotte said, and went straight to his bed and sat down. “You can sit, oh! You are a guest, only one after another chair will be given to you, Senior Sister is good to you?”

“Okay, great.”

“How do you think about me today? I just have a room to break, and there is nothing to be wrong…” She said that she suddenly laughed at himhe. “Why, see the beautiful girl Sister Sister living alone, want to plot it? ?”

“Yeah, the plot is not good,” Marx shrugged said. “I just came to Senior Sister to get to know something. By the way, I also watched the beautiful Sister, who was soaring in freedom, unhappy.”

“Then you see it! Nothing, it is bitter and poor, the roof is still seeping… Hey, that’s the corner.” Charlotte still laughed at hehe, pointing to the opposite side of the roof, a crack. It is clearly visible on the ceiling.

Seeing that she was so miserable, Marx instead ordered nodded.

“Well, it’s good, as long as you have a good time, it’s better.” He said, “This ordinary life will always make people’s hearts calm down… Speaking, have you found a job?”

Charlotte looked at him straight for a while, then he blinked his eyes: “Not good, look for it! A person who doesn’t know where to come from, it’s too hard to find a fixed job… Little Junior You just said, want to find me to understand some things?”

“Yeah!” Marx hesitated awkwardly and finally said, “Maybe I shouldn’t mention this when you are quiet and enjoy freedom, but – is your family named Abataire? “Magic book?”

Charlotte’s face suddenly changed, she was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head.

“…Do you want it too?” She grinned. “Yeah, this is a secret that is not a secret, but…that is not something ordinary wizard should touch, believe me, that magic book will Bringing a terrifying disaster to anyone.”

“I know, demons summon and demonic sacrifices… In fact, the disaster may have come.” Marx said solemnly.

Charlotte looked at Marx with a hesitation.

“Father also mentioned this… Is this true?” She looked a little uneasy. “The last time I went to Macmillan was to release the search order.”

“You don’t know?” Marx couldn’t help but ask her a look of ignorance.

“I have never taken the initiative to understand the family’s affairs… I can’t hide it too late!” Charlotte shook his head again and again. “It looks like you know more than I do.”

“Sorry, Senior Sister. I shouldn’t have talked to you about this, and I think of you back to these messy things…” Marx thought for a moment and suddenly dropped the topic. “In order to express my apologies, I Please have a meal!”

Charlotte curl one’s lip said: “Stopped rice wants to send me?”

“Then two!” Marx spread the handkerchief.

It seems that there is rain again, and the ripples are continuous. The wind of the call sign wraps around the building with cold raindrops, cleaning the air over and over again.

Around the crack in the corner of the ceiling, the layers of watermarks seemed to be opaque, and spread again.

To be honest, this terrible environment is quite close to the bottom in the muggle world. In a metropolis like London, it’s just a small corner. Even such a poor life is the “real freedom” that Charlotte can’t ask for.

However, when a bird trapped in a cage wants to find freedom, is it so simple to find it?

“Little Junior, you know?” She looked at Marx, who was walking in front of her, and said in her heart, “I can’t enjoy the time of this hard-won ‘freedom.”