Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“… although I don’t mind, but do you really need to follow?”

Late the next night, Marx looked at Moody, who was screaming at the crutches, and didn’t know what to say.

“I have to stare at you.” Moody slammed his cane and gave him another look.

“If you don’t mind…” Marx shrugged, quickly pulling out wand and waving at Moody’s crutches, “Silencio.”

Moody took a step back subconsciously, but the curse still hit.

“Don’t take wand to me!” He was nervously yelled.

“At least for a while, I won’t alarm the enemy.” Marx inserted the wand back into his sleeve and laughed. “This is too loud. I don’t want others to hear where we are.”

“Do you think I would be so careless?” Moody said impatiently, and then forced a little crutches, but this time he did not make a “peng peng” sound.

I can see that he is very upset about this.

In a word, Marx and Moody are actually similar in some respects – they are always wary of everything around them, and they are used to acting alone.

The difference between the two is that Marx always hides this attitude in his heart; while Moody does not care about the opinions of others, and his character is vividly and thoroughly.

This old one is moving fast in the alley of Hogsmeade, moving towards deeper.

Suddenly, Moody’s magic eye stopped and turned to a dark corner.

“Wait.” He reached out and stopped Marx, then loudly said, “Who is there?”

“Who can…Talino, come out!” Marx patted Moody’s hand gently, then shouted over there.

As his voice fell, a sly male wizard walked out of the shadows cautiously.

“Mr. MrLorne, you… how did you bring him?” Tarino looked nervous, a natural reaction to seeing natural enemies.

For Tarino, the wizard who lives in the underground world, Moody’s “figile name” is simply unknown to everyone. When most people see him, they will show the same reaction as Tarino.

“This friend, can you look a little uncomfortable?”

Moody stared fiercely at Tarino’s mammoth, while Tarino looked timid. If an uninformed person sees this scene, it is estimated that Moody will be treated as a bad guy.

“Hey, don’t scare him.” Marx smiled and waved his hand. “Talino, don’t worry… now Mad-Eye Moody is just a professor at Hogwarts. He doesn’t know how to make this kind of thief. Interested in.”

“Well, yes… I am here to collect new news from this time. How is the situation in the near future?” he asked.

Tarino looked at Moody with no confidence, and saw that he was still staring at himself, involuntarily shrinking his neck.

“Oh… ah! There is nothing special about it recently. You have made me look for someone to stare at the target. There is nothing moving. It seems that they may be brewing something… Well, or just want to rest for a while? Who knows? ?”

“Is there any other news?” Marx nodded, and then asked, “For example, what is werewolf?”

“Are you talking about the recent disappearance of civilian wizards?” Tarino replied immediately, “Grebeck – the head of the werewolf that you know, the most restless. If werewolf is in trouble, then It must be related to him.”

“Hey…Finril Greyback…” Marx pondered, and decided to go first and see if there was any change in the bloodthirsty werewolf leader.

The previous Pettigrew Peter was undoubtedly killed by him, but there was another so-called “black death” around Voldemort.

It seems that it may be that werewolf is not known.

He hasn’t planned to turn his face with Voldemort yet. If Finnel is the Black Death, it’s not a good idea to beat the grass to scare the snake.

“Tarino, do you know the location of the group of werewolf?” Marx thought, and asked again.

“Know it is to know – those guys who whang like ghosts and howl like wolves on the night of the full moon, who can live? But because of this, they have a lot of strongholds, and they are not necessarily looking for a moment. Proper place.” Tarino paved the way.

Marx was nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly the topic turned.

“Tarino, I remember you mentioned to me before, there is a big black market with underground forces near the Thames? Is there there should be werewolf?”

“hehe…” Tarin slyly laughed, but for the next second, he glanced at Moody again and whispered, “Do he want to go?”

“It doesn’t have to be so whispered, I can hear it.” Moody, who had been watching from the cold, suddenly started talking. “On the dirty, broken place, when I went, you were still in the womb!”

With Moody’s skill and high mobility, many people will habitually ignore his true age. But if you take a closer look, it’s not hard to find – he is now full of white hair.

As for the age of Tarino, Moody is probably twice as much as he is.

“That is, is that a Ministry of Magic by default?” Marx asked with interest.

“It’s better to let those ugly guys get together than to be scattered around.” Moody impatiently said, “It’s not clean, it’s like the awnings in the old house. It will re-grow and continue to erode the foundation of the house.”

“Also…” Marx agreed. “So, I am going to go there for a walk…Professor Moody, what about you?”

“You don’t care about me, wherever you want to go – I will stare at you there.” Moody looked at him. “I’m going to be jealous. Do you have Albus so good?”

After all, he turned and left the alley.

Marx didn’t care shrugged, then pulled out wand and pointed at himself.

Suddenly, his wizard robe began to deform automatically, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced by a large gray cloth cloak that was often used to cover up his identity, covering up his entire body.

Then, he took a pair of glasses from his waist and put it on the bridge of the nose in his hood. He made it a little bit of a common black mask.

“Tarino, take the lead!” Marx urged. “I would like to see the ‘dirty broken place’ in the mouth of Professor Moody.”

……

At the same time, in the common room of Slytherin house.

The night was already deep, and the snakes had gone back to their bedroom to sleep. There was only a small silhouette on the table, and it seemed to be constantly writing.

Suddenly, the silhouette raised his head and turned his eyes to the half moon in the moon.

If the moonlight of the silver swarf falls, the half of the pretty face hidden under the wide apex cap will shine.

That’s Wynie Blois, a little witch that Marx hasn’t figured out yet.

Not long after, a cool night wind blew in from the window, and gently pressed her hair under the brim. The white, transparent hair was quietly dancing, reflecting the bright silver light in the moonlight.

On the desk in front of her, the note was also blown by the wind a few pages, turned to a page with a picture of a plant.

The plant looks familiar, the mysterious flower that was once planted in the greenhouse.

Now, those flowers are gone.

After the flowering period, the mysterious flower will quickly wither, and Wynie has picked them up and carefully dehydrated them.

For Wynie, that was the treasure she had planted with her “only” friend.

“…the only friend.” Wynie chewed the word, and the refined little face was confused.

This is what Father told her, but…

Can she really have a friend? Or does a person like her have a true friend?

“Not… friend.” She whispered softly, her voice was cold, and there was no temperature.

From the day she was born, she should not have friends. That is too far away for her. Even if it is mother, I dare not approach myself…

Yes, it is “not dare”.

What she can bring to the people around her is destined to be a disaster.

Wynie stared at the bright moon outside the window, as it was in the past, calm, lonely, and without any sense of existence. Even if someone walks through the common room, I am afraid it may not attract the attention of the other party.

This is a curse and a shackle. And it was her father who set this heavy shackle for her… or, that is, the huge wizard family she was in full of history.

Therefore, even if her appearance is even more beautiful than Fleur·Delacour, no one can find it.

So, does she care?

Probably she is not clear about herself…

After a little while, Wynie lowered her head again and wrote it in a notebook.

……

The Thames, a beautiful river that has spawned the commercial capital of London.

Whether it is a muggle or a wizard, it is full of good feelings for this quiet and wide river. It is because of its existence that makes Britain and Britain magic circle one of the major centers in Europe.

At this moment, Marx was led by Tarino and walked on an unmanned street on the River Thames.

“…Is the entrance hidden?” Marx asked casually.

“There are a lot of entrances,” Tarinno replied. “The black market is characterized by a lot of entrances and exits, because everyone is ready to enter or leave from everywhere…”

“Isn’t it hard to hide?” Marx glanced at him curiously.

“It’s okay… If you want to know, it’s not necessarily useful to hide it, isn’t it?” Talino shrugged. “Although I don’t want to admit it, it’s really like mad-eye Han… you know!” ”

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed his finger and said, “Oh, there is one of the entrances.”