Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Sarah, this time it’s really troubling you… I’m not too easy to send them out to do something that needs to be brainwashed. You should have seen it when you came in with them, and their current state, that is, a little better than Herpo’s dead body, that’s all!”

In front of the prayer seats in the church hall, Marx was sitting halfway to the top of the table and seemed to be random. And just in the two seats next to him, Sarah and the people holding El Hula were occasionally sitting in the seats, listening to Marx, and Sarah was not lightly shook the head.

“Nothing, I just, by the way, brought young Lady out of Granger, without too much effort.” She said, “As far as the alchemy position at the Camp at the Port of Waymouth, the main material was Miss Granger’s from Beauxbatons, I just got a little bit of it.” Of course, the alchemy just couldn’t start a mentally motivated formula, and it would be better if I went alone. “

“Oh, that’s enough,” Marx got rid of the pipe, “it’s just you coming, and it’s probably gonna confuse Hermione more and more.”

“Indeed,” Sarah hearing this, and then on the head, “before I get out of control of that man, the last look I see is Miss Granger’s very confusing face – I seem to be a little sorry for her.”

“Sorry?” Marx, listen to her. I can’t stop looking back. “If that’s the case, I can reassess your souls now!”

Sarah saw him twist looking for himself, and he had two hands at the end of the day.

“Forget it, my incomplete soul is not likely to grow – and I’m just saying,” Maybe I should “be sorry for the disturbance I brought to Granger.”

“Well, Marx can only be shrugged,“ but the truth is that all you’ve done is because of my will, so that’s why you’re sorry. After all, I don’t want the emotions you’ve felt for the first time in your life, it’s gonna be ‘sorry’!

And here, Sasha * *, when he rises up, he looks straight to Marx’s face.

“Which means…”

“Yes,” Marx took a slight lead, “and I’ve been dealing with the rules of the soul for you for some time. Although this is not actually for your research, it seems obvious that I find a way to help you.”

“Oh! Isn’t it really important for me, because this outcome is a great news for me?” Sarah, when she heard about the refined face, she showed a lovely smile, “I have to practice a smile more.”

“Of course, you can do well, even if you don’t have to.” Marx lightly said with a smile, “but before that, Gloine Young Lady, then it’s time to talk about you.”

From now on, the silent El Houra in the arms of a man heard Marx finally remembered himself and couldn’t stop and whisper:

“Mr. McLorne, can you answer a question for me first?”

“Well,” Marx, when you listen, when you’re done, “naturally, you can ask!”

“I want to know, do you have any news of me younger sister Savanna?” El Hula hesitated to say, “or… is she here?”

Marx saw her ask this, even in plain terms, nodded:

“Obviously, you’re right… in fact, you younger sister she’s in the back.”

“It’s really you!”

I heard Marx confessing that El Hula finally couldn’t stand to get excited, but to see her struggling in that alchemy man’s arms, and her voice trembling:

“But why? Our sister seems to be not at all messing…”

But it’s not over yet, and suddenly she’s stuck in the tunnel for a few seconds:

“I’m sorry, Mr. McLorne… should I not have let Savanna go to Blois?”

Marx hearing this, don’t touch the chin, and then speak straight:

“As far as the current results are concerned, I think that is true – as long as you stay at home, even if this disaster is going to get you involved sooner or later, at least not so fast and suddenly.”

“So,” Ehula muttered, “which is the first prophecy of my sophisticated prophet’s abilities to get me and Savanna into the scene?”

Marx will regret this grievous regret of El Houra, but it will only be said:

“You know what? In ancient magic, the vast majority of the prophets will have the same rule – ‘not to preach themselves’. It is even more extreme that” prophecies only for strangers who are totally irrelevant to themselves “… it is clear that the prophets are always daunting and even included in them, because true prophecies are often irreversible.”

More than ever, future events that can trigger prophets’ predictions are often major changes that are disturbing.

But with these Marx, it’s finally ignored, and it turns around:

“But Gloine Young Lady, in fact, predicts two dimensions. While the reality so far certainly makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to be too pessimistic. And I have to ask you not to worry, because your younger sister is here at all the dangers — you know? Actually, did you first stop at Beauxbatons or did Savanna tell me?”

“What?” Ursula has some disbelief, “it’s not possible! Besides, I’ve clearly seen Silhouette of Savanna in my dream! She… she knows that she suffered tremendously, but I can’t help it.

She said that the sound became a little choking, and it seemed like she couldn’t stop crying out.

Marx, busy stretching her hand to pats her shoulder, comforted:

“Well, don’t worry about it.” I know that the only thing you’re hoping for now is to meet Savanna. Let me take you to see her then it’ll be alright? ”

He spoke in peace, and Sarah said that he was holding El Hula with a man, and that was the end of the story:

“Oh, right! Looks like your prophet Bloodline is really real — your dream is right, and Savanna’s not feeling well right now. Just don’t worry, she’ll be able to jump again in front of you soon.”

He just hung up El Hula himself, turning around to the corner.

“Sarah, follow me too! There’s something else to tell you!”