Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The young girl sitting on the edge of the bed looked dull, and the delicate and delicate hands overlapped slightly on the legs. The crystal white hair fell from the bed and covered most of her pajamas.

She sat there so quietly, like the Wynie that Marx knew, ignoring the young girl.

In the past few years, Marx has not only grown a lot, but even the character has changed with the influence of the surrounding. The young girl, but it seems to have solidified the time, everything is the same as yesterday.

“Good afternoon, Marx.”

She did not answer Marx’s question, but repeated what she had said before. It seems to be saying – nothing else is important, I just want to look at you like this, so that’s fine.

Marx’s eyes were gently open, and there was a bit of anxious heart, and it was not calm at the moment.

Yes, this is the case with this female child. Quiet, silent, and faintly watching the time lapse…

Although compared to Luna, the atmosphere of getting along is always less of a whirlwind, but also an unpretentious silence.

Under this faint peace, Marx couldn’t help but feel a peace of mind – this kind of peace of mind almost made him give up…

“Abandon?” Marx suddenly startled. “It turned out to be ‘abandon’?”

Inadvertently, he first read the idea that Wynie silently conveyed to him. Wynie seems to be telling him not to continue to go deeper, not to stay close, to keep the initial distance.

“Please ‘give up’!”

This is the only willpower that Wynie wants to express at this moment.

“When was the last time I was pushed away silently like this, when was it?” Marx looked at Wynie’s eyes, slightly fascinated. “Oh, is that time?”

He recalled the “blue eye” that “the woman” was in the corner of her eye when she pushed herself away. At that time, he thought he had read her last look, but that was just his wishful thinking.

The only person who could tell him the meaning hidden in his eyes could never make a syllable.

After her death, what Marx did was to arbitrarily choose a grave for her, arbitrarily send her to the land, and arbitrarily recognized her “mother” identity…

Everything is her oneie infallible that’s all, because only then can he bid farewell to his past and use “beautiful” to draw a period there.

In the future, occasionally go back to sweep the tomb, and then arbitrarily talk a few recent things, and then leave with nostalgia.

In this case, it will not hurt anyone, everything will be “beautiful”, isn’t it?

So someone will say –

Anything done for the deceased is, in the final analysis, to soothe the living; the dead is gone, and the dead will not know what you have done for him.

“Good afternoon, dimension -“

The young girl in front of me is silently “pushing away” him, rejecting him, and is communicating a simple willpower in the way of the young girl.

In this case, if it was the original Marx, maybe it has given up? Just like when he gave a funeral to the “woman”, he took the initiative to take a step back after being pushed away, and then chose to deceive himself.

Obviously, he only needs to respond again, he can create a false calm, but now Marx can’t finish the story.

Because there is another young girl, telling him with his own experience and actions, should not do that.

In the face of mother’s silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, and did not arbitrarily create a good ending for the “not telling goodbye”.

She can calmly talk about the past with others, and engrave the incomplete ending, meticulously engraved in her heart.

“If I come back again, Luna is divided into Gryffindor, I will not be surprised.” Marx’s heart filled with such feelings.

It’s complicated, but it’s not too long. After a little sighed, Marx reinvented his spirit, and he turned his eyes straight to the young girl’s eyes.

That look, with an indescribable determination, left a deep imprint on the mind of young girl.

“Marx…”

For the first time, Wynie took the initiative to make a clear response – she avoided Marx’s gaze.

“Wynie, I think-“

Marx’s words just opened, and they were interrupted by a slow pace. He suddenly turned his head back, his brows wrinkled tightly, and the staff in his hand was shining.

“McLorne, we met again.”

Looking at the silhouette of the walk from the tunnel, Marx stepped over the door of the stone chamber.

“I thought you wouldn’t have appeared – Voldemort?”

“hmph oh,” Voldemort hearing this in the tunnel, gently sneered a few times. “Friends come to my site as guests. Of course, my master will come out to meet… As a wizard, I can’t lose. Etiquette!”

Voldemort in youth is indeed handsome.

The tall figure and the bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the gentle arc of the corner of the mouth, made the words “highly proud” and “friendly” the first time with a harmonious carrier.

But nowadays, this man hides the sinister intention behind the smile, but it can be said that no one knows about everyone.

“Oh, of course you! My distinguished guest, Lord Blois – not seen for a few days, is it good recently?”

Voldemort walked over to the stone chamber door, crossed Marx’s shoulder and gracefully bowed to Wynie’s father.

“Ah.”

Mr. Blois is snorted faintly, and seems to be saying that he has no interest in coordination.

“What are you doing here?” Marx blinked. “I can say it first – now my mood is not good!”

“Aiya, is this not welcome? It’s a pity…” Voldemort spread his arms and stared at Marx’s cold face inexplicably laughed. “It’s rare that I came to tell you a good news!”

“Where is there ‘good news’ from your mouth?” Marx curl one’s lip, some are impatient.

“For me, it’s a big ‘good news!'” Voldemort clapped his hands in exaggeration, and the smile on his face even became even brighter.

When Marx saw it, his heart was irritated, and the rule rune at the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

“Don’t, don’t do it…” Voldemort waved his hand, but the expression was not too tight. “It’s not suitable for killing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

Marx’s eyes narrowed, and a cold snap went straight to Voldemort, and a white cream was formed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment when the rule rune flashed, a voice made his movements solidify.

“Do you want her to die?”

It was a male voice, and the thin voice with a hint of green light was never from Wynie’s father.

Marx kept the rule rune in the air, and he turned his head back, but he saw that Wan Sijia’s wand tip actually reached Wynie’s pale and delicate neck, and even got into a little.

“Leave my daughter!”

“who are you?”

The sounds of Marx and Wynie father sounded almost at the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort looked like a leisurely squatting head, looking at the regular rune that spun slightly in the air, revealing a curious expression.

“Sure enough, I care about her… Also, at your age, I have experienced it… How about, is that right?” He smiled as he looked at the blue-white rune, which was flashing in ice crystals. It is not suitable for killing and killing here…”

“Voldemort! Is that yours? What are you going to do?” Mr. Blois shouned with his eyes open.

“Hey?” Voldemort spread his hand, lightly said with a smile. “I don’t want to do this. Is it obvious? What do you want me to explain?”

“Transaction!” Mr. Blois muttered. “Do you want to violate the magic contract?”

“Oh-Yes! There is a magic contract!” Voldemort shrugged said. “Of course, that’s important… Unfortunately, I don’t care too much about the consequences of default.”

Others may be afraid of the breach of the magic contract, but Voldemort is not necessarily.

The magic of the magic contract originated from the ancient times, and it has been passed down to the present day, of course, because its effectiveness is extraordinary, so that generations of wizards are trusted.

The most advanced magic contract is bound to the soul of the signing parties. If one party defaults, the soul will completely disappear.

But for Voldemort who split the soul and made a batch of Horcrux, although he certainly does not want to lose the soul fragment, it may not be abandoned.

“I said before, he is not a suitable trading object.” Marx knows this, and is not impatient at the moment.

Mr. Blois, who was burning in anger, was shocked by Voldemort’s provocative provocation, but suddenly he deepened his face and regained his face.

“Voldemort, it’s not good for you to do this.” He said coldy. “You have to think clearly! If you don’t want to anger my Blois family, just stop!”

“Of course, I will of course close…” Voldemort nodded. “I only have one request – please break it yourself, my friend!”

He said, looked towards the Marx standing in front of him.

“If you still want that female child to be alive?”

The regular rune is still floating in the air, crystal clear, with a faint chill. Marx’s hand is like being frozen, holding the staff completely motionless.

In the air, in addition to the sulphur smell that came in from the tunnel, it seems that there is still an unspeakable silence.

Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois was also watching him, his eyes sparkling with indifference; the “Haisijia” might also be watching him…

Of course, there is a young girl who is being held up.

Should she still sit on the edge of the bed now? What kind of expression is she… now? Marx didn’t dare to look back, because Marx knew very well that the young girl wouldn’t show any expression.

She has always been like that since she first saw her.

“…Wynie.”