Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The night has quietly come by unconsciously, and the lights in the Georgy bar are also inadvertently lit. Probably because there are only two bars here, once in the evening, it will become a crowd.

Alcoholic people don’t know or don’t know. If they drink a few more cups, they will let go of the remaining restraint and talk to each other.

Hagrid, who had some unpleasant moments, quickly forgot about the thing just after a few glasses of wine, and talked to another local wizard chicken with the English.

Even if the two didn’t even know what the other party was saying, it didn’t have any effect on the intentional vote between them. It looked like the atmosphere was quite good.

However, Madam Maxime seems to have not accepted her apology and could not relieve it. When Marx chats with the other person, he will sneak a look at it from time to time.

In fact, Marx has already noticed it, but he really didn’t feel the need to hold on to it – the other party is obviously not in the heart, isn’t it?

What he wants to do most at the moment is naturally a few words to talk to the lady opposite.

“…I don’t know what kind of taste it is in the mouth of ‘you’?”

When it comes to this sentence, Marx’s eyes fall on the goblet on the other side’s hand, and the curiosity implicit in the words is not much to cover up.

The other person is getting this, and the goblet is taken carelessly and sipped.

“I can’t answer this question,” her blushing tongue tipped out slightly, rubbing her upper lip gently, as if savouring the fragrance that remained between the teeth. “If I said it was ‘sweet,’ then How do you know that the ‘sweet’ in my mouth is not the ‘bitter’ in your mouth?”

As she spoke, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of the right hand, gracefully rubbing the edge of the cup she had drunk, and then pushing the goblet to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

“It’s better to have a taste?”

I don’t know if it is an illusion. Marx always felt that she was a little naughty when she said this.

Marx was not polite, he reached out and picked up the goblet with great interest, and swayed in front of his own eyes. In a translucent glass goblet, a dark red wine hangs a thin layer of viscous on the wall.

When he got together and sniffed a bit, a scent of rust mixed with rum was immediately filled with his nose, which made him completely dispelled the idea.

He laughed and pushed the goblet back untouched, and shook his head.

“As far as I know, the ‘sweet’ in your mouth and the ‘sweet’ in my mouth are actually a kind of taste.” Marx thought a little, and suddenly the topic turned. “Want to eat some dessert? I treat you.” ”

“It’s not a good idea to let a beautiful lady eat dessert in the evening?” The other person picked a eyebrow, said with a beautiful smile, “little brother, can’t see it, you still know very well about ‘we’. Well… you think it’s right, except this one–” She took the goblet and gestured. “The other tastes are no different from the ones in your mouth, just simple-“

“…not interested?” Marx speculated.

“Yes… can say that!” She slightly decapitated. “Although it tastes good, it doesn’t have much to taste.”

“Because the body has no corresponding needs…?” Marx said thoughtfully.

Because creatures need food to continue their lives, they will evolve their desire to export their belly–this is the most direct causal relationship. As for the “taste” of food, at best, it is only a kind of “bait” that’s all that lures creatures to prey.

This is true for the “human” of Marx, and the same is true for the “one” in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking about this, Marx became more interested.

“Maybe, there are some unexpected connections between ‘we’!” His eyes were staring at each other, but the focus seemed to fall on the entire ethnic group behind her. “I don’t know if I am lucky enough to know you.” Name, ‘Beautiful lady’?”

“What can’t it be?” She sat a little straighter, and her chin-bearing hand was temporarily placed on the table. “Nile Ryan St. Guiner – remember, little brother.”

……

After that, Marx didn’t continue to talk to the lady of St. Guiner, but instead got up and went back to the round table where Madam Maxime was.

After a few people called some food to eat in a hurry, they went to the bar attached to the back of the bar to rest.

Originally when Marx and Hagrid came to book a room here, Hagrid was planning to book two rooms, but under Marx’s insistence, they eventually booked three rooms.

When Marx heard the door screaming like a thunderous scream, he couldn’t help but smile sighed.

“I thought it was expected, but the result is still underestimating Hagrid!” he thought secretly.

Just when he was planning to place a muffin in the house, holding the hand of wand could not help but paused, and then reinserted into the sleeve.

Then he picked up the sleeves and looked at the black print on the arm, a little bit of a god.

That was the sign that Voldemort’s sneak attack left him. In this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black gas, there were some magic power that had been invaded by black gas and could not be completely cleaned up.

To this day, those magic powers have been assimilated by black gas. In other words, most of the lost magic power is not coming back.

Fortunately, that’s only a small part, and it doesn’t have much impact on Marx. However, although he blocked this part of the black gas together with the contaminated magic power with rune, it is still a hidden danger.

At least until he went to a thorough dismissal, he would not want to meet Voldemort again.

Even if he doesn’t think that Voldemort can control this part of the black gas that is sealed by rune, as long as there is still this possibility, he will not take this unnecessary risk.

It’s just that he is incredible. He doesn’t feel any malice in this kind of black air. Don’t say that it is malicious, even the “negative energy” that all dark magic must have, there is no trace in this black air.

In terms of the characteristics exhibited by the enchanted monument, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just as Marx thought of the little magic power he lost because of the spell, there was a slight knock on the door of the room. In the snoring of the next-minute Hagrid, even Marx almost didn’t hear it.

He pulled the sleeves back together and smoothed them down, and then finished the collar a little, then turned to the door.

“Oh – good evening, Ms. St. Guiner.” The comer was the lazy woman who had talked for a little while in the front bar.

To be honest, Marx didn’t really expect her to come over.

“little brother, elder sister can miss you!”

Before she even waited for the Marx invitation, she reached out and pushed it on the Marx’s chest and walked into the room.

Marx shrugged, didn’t hesitate to laugh, and then took the door with him.

“Ms. St. Guiner, don’t know what to do at night, is there anything?” He walked in and habitually said, “You need to drink something–“

In half, he will accept it.

“…Oh, sorry,” seeing each other like a smile yet not a smile. Looking back, he waved his hand. “Don’t look at me like this, I am not a drink.”

“is it?”

Ms. St. Guiner said that she had a fascinating look at Marx.

“Of course, of course,” Marx laughed and walked over to the table in the room, then reached out and rubbed it into his waist. “If you want to try something fresh, there are actually many varieties here…”

He spoke, but his hands kept on, and it wasn’t long before the table had a lot of large and small potion bottles.

“Dragon, Troll, Merpeople… Oh, this is not an empty bottle. This is a stealth beast. I have only touched it once. Don’t drink it all… Right, there is a bottle of Basilisk. I believe you will be very interested…”

Marx has a bottle and a bottle, all of which are true. These are all his stocks. At least one half of them are not necessarily bought by others.

“Oh? Even Basilisk has it?” Ms. St. Guiner gave a soft smile, and it seemed that the spirit of her head was better at night. “Well… this smells very refreshing…”

However, she only smelled it, and soon returned the bottle back to the table.

“Let you worry, little brother… but, elder sister, I can be picky about food!”

This may sound a little unintentional, but Marx thought of a possibility.

“Speaking of it, your last name seems quite familiar…” Marx looked up. “Is that ‘Guinana’?”

“You remember well…” said Ms. St. Guiner, suddenly leaning against Marx, the delicate, soft fingertips slid across Marx’s neck.

“How, want to be my first ‘male’?” She leaned in Marx’s ear, snarling the charming eyes were like silk.

“Even if it is Vampire, it can’t live for so long…” Marx smiled and pushed her away. “Or you want to tell me, soaking the blood of the young girl can really make Vampire continue life and resist aging?” ”

That’s right, this lady of St. Guiner is exactly the Vampire.

“Why, don’t you believe it?” St. Guiner stepped back a little later, and there was some kind of mischievous smile on her face. “Immustality is not the patent of those wizards. The muggle world can circulate the story of Vampire’s eternal life. Legend!”

Marx didn’t argue with her, but sat down on the chair at the table and gestured to the other side.

“Please sit down! I think… night may be your active time, but I still have to sleep a little longer!”

He said, he repeated the original question softly: “I don’t know if you came to me, is there anything?”