Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The blood test results of Kingsley came out very quickly.

For potion that is taken orally, there is a phenomenon of drug precipitation, which is because potion is generally not absorbed by the body.

That part of the residue is usually filtered by the body for a period of time and then slowly excreted. It’s just because the part of the residue has to be automatically dissipated with the magic power contained in it, so the discharge time is not too short.

Just how do you say…

“…the reason why Kingsley has this symptom is already certain to be a potion. But which kind of potion can’t be seen by blood test…”

In the reception room, Marx and other members of the Order of the Phoenix are in a meeting. The content of the meeting is of course about Kingsley, and the series of cases.

It’s just that there aren’t many things to say. When Marx finished Kingsley’s inspection, the atmosphere became a bit dull.

“Ah… yes, I haven’t seen Lena’s silhouette since the beginning. Where did she go?” Mrs. Weasley’s sudden opening broke the stiff atmosphere.

“Oh, I asked her to go to Sirius, and I should be back soon.” Marx looked up from a stack of materials and shrugged.

“That guy, always thinking about chaos in a hurry.” Lupin held his forehead sighed.

“In fact, there is nothing to be impulsive. In this case, it is not impossible to understand his mood…” Marx blinked. “If there is no Sirius’s momentum, the Order of the Phoenix will not be like this. I am very fortunate. I was very fortunate that I gave him the report and the plan documents to send and receive. It turned out to be the right decision.”

This is also true. Marx, Lupin, and Kingsley are only making general plans for the task, and the specific repairs are all done by Sirius, who has been stuck in Black’s old house.

I have to say that although Sirius has some impulsiveness, his actual ability is very strong. It is not as “not good at brains” as he said when he evaluates himself.

“So, let’s not take care of Sirius for the time being. He can escape from Azkaban and get into the Hogwarts’ hooligans! It shouldn’t be stunned for a while… eh?”

Marx snorted as he spoke, and then hua la la reopened the report.

“What’s wrong? Is there any discovery?” Lupin looked at him.

“Well… maybe it’s a bit of a surprise…” Marx lined up a few sheets of paper on the table and knocked on the words. “It seems that Kingsley’s investigation was not complete. Nothing to return – he seems to have touched some hidden clues.”

“What clues?” Tonks immediately felt a shock.

“These so-called ‘mad wizard’ are not unrelated… there is a less common, but reasonable, commonality between them!” Marx pointed to the pieces of information. “They are in their homes.” Some contraband was found by Kingsley.”

“Prohibited?” Lupin bypassed the long table and came to Marx, looking down at the paper.

“Yes,” Marx clicked on the paper on the table. “Wind snakes, ancient flowers, necklaces with curses, and blood-melting powder… These are all within the scope of the Ministry of Magic’s prohibition of buying and selling. ”

“You mean… there is a dark wizard to contact them, and then sell the diseased potion to them?” Lupin subconsciously speculated.

“It’s not impossible for you to say, but… no matter where they bought it, the ‘source’ can’t run.” Marx picked up Quill and made a circle on one of the words. “The key is.” This one’!”

“Holster powder?” Lupin wondered. “Say it… What is the blood meal?”

“An 5% catalyst used in potion is inherently very toxic…” Marx puts quill into the ink bottle and explains, “Of course, the point is not its efficacy, but… The gadget is actually invented by me, and…only sold in the black market!”

……

At ten o’clock that night, Marx and Tonks changed their looks and swayed in the dark black market.

Marx gave himself a “higher”, with a mask on his face with a transfiguration and a large, old-fashioned wizard robe. On top of his head, a wide, pointed cap put his entire head in the shadows.

And by his side, Tonks used the Metamorphmagus variant, with no difficulty to dress himself up as a slightly thin male wizard.

“Is this the long-awaited black market?” Tonks looked around and watched all around. “Wow! Really everything… Is this a Dragon egg? A whole basket!”

“Don’t look at the West, look at the road!”

Marx pulled Tonks to the side, and almost she was about to hit the lamppost of the streetlight.

After the last time he left the black market, Marx went through a few trips alone and talked with several shops about the consignment agreement.

To be honest, let’s not say how Marx’s accomplishments in the potion of seriousness, at least some of his “squatting tricks” have always been very popular.

“Here, it’s tight…” he said as he walked to a small alley next to the main road. “The road here is very winding and easy to get lost.”

“Where are we going to go?” Tonks took two quick steps and asked casually.

“In short, I have to find an acquaintance to inquire about the news. In this place, the gossip has always been indispensable.”

The two kept moving in a dark and damp alley, and after a turn left turn, Tonks was basically fainted.

“here.”

Marx stood at the back door of a house and greeted Tonks, who was a little dizzy, and then opened the door directly with wand without even knocking on the door.

Tonks saw Marx without the slightest hesitation and he walked behind him carefully.

As soon as she entered the door, she found that the environment in the head was very depressed. When she looked around, she discovered that the source of repression was not only from darkness and crowding, but most importantly, the roof here was too low.

It can be seen that this is a small warehouse, because all around is full of shelves. The shelves are dusty and dense, as if you can take a handful of them.

Most of the bottles and jars on the shelves were covered with dust, and the labels on the top were not clear.

Every time they take a step, they will leave a light sound on the loose wooden floor. In this quiet warehouse, the footsteps of “bang bang bang” are very clear, and people can’t help but want to take light steps.

“Don’t be nervous, there’s no danger here, it’s just a warehouse that’s not used often.”

Marx didn’t look back, but his calm words were always reassuring.

“Ah… um.”

Tonks knew that Marx couldn’t see it, but he was still subconsciously nodded.

“Oh, yes,” Marx suddenly paused. “First remove the Metamorphmagus. The people we want to meet later don’t have to hide their identity.”

The two walked for a little while, turning a few turns between the shelves, and soon came to another closed wooden door.

Seeing Marx and using wand to open it up, there is no feeling of politeness, which makes Tonks’s doubts even worse.

“This guy… how is it like in my own home?” She couldn’t help but secretly cursed.

As the door slammed open, a warm orange light spread from outside the door, sweeping Tonks’s heart.

Don’t look at Tonks in a casual look, but she is essentially a big girl who is very nervous. When the Ministry of Magic is a newcomer to Auror, she not only often wants to think about it, but also always has some unnecessary concerns about the mission environment.

It is only at some critical moments that this big female child has an unusually strong side.

When the two of them stepped out of the warehouse in tandem, the Tonks behind them, even habitually observed the surrounding situation.

This is obviously a shop, and it seems that the space is not small.

The shop has two rows of merchandise racks on both sides, and the large and small potion bottles are neatly arranged on the sides, with detailed effect descriptions.

In the center of the shop, a variety of baskets, sacks, and boxes are piled up in a pile, all of which are different kinds of magic materials.

Close to them is a long strip of cashiers, and they are coming out of the door behind the checkout counter.

“Hey! Christine!” Marx moved towards shouting at the short hair witch who was writing and drawing on the checkout counter.

The other party heard a sudden bang and showed a refreshing smile.

“Hey? Christine?” Tonks apparently startedled, “You…what are you here?”

“Oh! Isn’t this Tonks?”

In Tonks’s surprised eyes, the short-haired witch, who was dressed in a clean and tidy manner, walked quickly to her and immediately gave her a big hug.

“Long time no see, Tonks!” Christine was pleased.

“This… is this the store you opened?” Tonks once again looked around the store and asked with a look of surprise.

“Yeah! I opened it with Charles.” Christine said, whispering again, “I decided to get married with Charles. You must come at the wedding party at that time!”

“Oh–this is okay–I didn’t expect it.” Tonks stared wide-eyed.

The witch named “Christine” and her “Charles” are the two seniors who were the chasers when Marx first joined the Hufflepuff Quiddich team.

In that temporary selection, Marx and the two of them completed a “Trident offensive formation” without rehearsal… Well, it was only “almost” completed.

As for Tonks, as a “real Senior Sister” who is also a Hufflepuff, I heard that the junior sister is getting married, her glass heart…

“hua la” broke into the ground.