Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…I only have one request, please break it yourself, my friend!”

When Voldemort uttered this sentence, he looked forward to Marx’s gaze, which contained an inexplicable comfort, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Marx licked his lips slightly, and the palm of his staff was pale, but his heart was not shaken.

He can’t die… It’s better to say that no matter who it is, it will face the day of death. Dumbledore doesn’t always say, “Death is not the end, but another great adventure?”

But at least for now, he can’t die.

Voldemort is not a credit-worthy person. Since the moment when Wynie was held hostage, he never thought about putting Wynie’s father and daughter.

Wynie’s father is very strong, this is Marx’s experience with his own staff. Marx, who also played with Voldemort, knew that if Wynie’s father and Voldemort fought, most of the losses would be Voldemort.

When Voldemort loses, he will not be Voldemort again, and the bewildered monument will swallow his soul mercilessly. And at this point, Voldemort must have understood it better than him.

Under this premise, Voldemort would not choose to let him go after offending Wynie’s father.

“…Wynie.”

Marx turned his back to the young girl and screamed at the volume he could only hear.

“Oh! Right, I didn’t say it just now? I have a ‘good news’ to tell you…”

In this silence, Voldemort’s melodious tone resounded.

“Before you go to face death, I think you still know this news is better… After all, you have been busy for so long, and finally you should always understand the ending soon, isn’t it?”

“What?” Marx asked in a concise manner.

“Our common Teacher – Albus Dumbledore, has already taken you to the Death Sharing Tea Party!” Voldemort spread his hands and smiled. “How? Is it a great news?”

Marx has a pair of eyes, light snorted.

“What is a cold so a joke, where did you see it? “The Quibbler”?”

“What a joke?” Voldemort’s mouth was hooked, but his eyes stared at Marx without hesitation. “Maybe! I told you anyway, as for what you want, I can’t manage it…”

He was paused and gestured to Marx.

“…So, the time is almost up, please go on the road!”

How to do? Is the magic power at full speed igniting the runid’s formidable power?

No, in the case of desperation, he may be able to guarantee that he is seriously injured, but Wynie can never be controlled.

So, is there any other way? For example, use a secretive technique to compete with the wizard that pretends to be a good one.

No, although he is confident in his use spell speed, he can’t be faster than the opponent’s zero use spell.

Can the end, the other party really dare to hurt Wynie?

No, this is just a bet, and the gambling chips are Wynie’s life…

Numerous thoughts rushed in Marx’s mind, and the scene was rehearsed again and again, and then again and again. Even if it feels that the brain is almost drained, he still can’t stop thinking.

“Don’t you still do it? Mr. Hogwarts of Justice?” Voldemort was so excited.

Really no way? Really… no way, right?

“Sorry, Luna… It seems that I haven’t broken the decision on the layer of paper, it’s right.” Marx secretly whispered in his heart. “I didn’t expect that I would end up being a liar.”

The next moment, the staff in Marx’s hand moved a little, and in the sight of Voldemort’s alert, the cool rune gently floated over Marx’s forehead.

“A weak person like me, or a ‘give up’ choice…”

“Marx!”

Wynie’s voice slammed as the cool rune drifted away to Marx’s forehead. Although the sound line is still dull, it seems to be more when it falls into Marx’s ear.

“What’s more?”

At that moment, Marx’s mind only had time to flash such a question.

And in the next moment, an indescribable strange wave is centered on Wynie and spreads out in a spherical shape. The speed of its expansion seemed to make time all the same, and drowned everyone in Silencio.

Is time stagnation? No, it doesn’t seem like this…

Except for Wynie, the faces of others have become sluggish, and their hands are unable to hang down, like being taken away by something.

During the time, the stone chamber was silent, and only the uniform breathing continued.

“…Marx.”

Wynie gently plucked the wand against her neck and slammed her toes. The sparkling white hair behind her, as she moved from the bed, almost fell to her leg.

After calling Marx’s name again, Wynie silently bypassed her father and stood in front of Marx.

“You… should you come?” Young girl looked up at Marx’s face, her long eyelashes flickering, faintly authentic, “Well… probably, I don’t know.”

As she spoke, she pulled out a potion bottle from her pajamas pocket—the brown translucent bottle, exactly the same as the potion bottle that caused the case outside.

“No, I am just, lie to myself…” Wynie said gracefully, “Cheat yourself.”

When the voice did not fall, she suddenly extended her left hand and tapped Marx’s chin with her fingertips to lift his face slightly. The sleeves of the pajamas slipped silently at this moment, revealing a white wrist.

The lost-faced Marx lifted his head and his mouth opened a little. Wynie pulled the cork and carefully poured the medicinal liquid from the bottle into Marx’s mouth.

The medicinal liquid slipped into the throat, causing Marx to swallow it subconsciously.

Wynie looked at Marx quietly, and after all the potion had been poured, she lifted her sleeves and carefully wiped the stains on Marx’s mouth.

Not long after, Marx lost the focal length of the pupil suddenly shrink.

“Good afternoon, Marx.”

Still a wave of unrequited greetings, still a dull tone, but let Marx burst into shock.

“Wynie…you…”

Marx was not surprised by the situation, because he had no time to take care of those. What surprised him was the sly smile that appeared on Wynie’s face.

“……you laughed?”

“Only today, the exception.” Wynie put her hands behind her back, looked up at Marx with a quiet head, and replied softly.

Suddenly, Marx hadn’t had time to think too much, just like he noticed something, and quickly looked around all around. Then he found that except for him and Wynie, the other three were looked at towards Wynie almost at the same time.

The eyes of the three pairs of arrogance with desires made him with the staff of the slightest hesitation, keeping Wynie behind him.

“What happened? They…” Marx was alert, “en? Voldemort’s situation seems to be different from everyone else…”

“hateful–“

Voldemort obviously recovered his mind, but somehow he became extremely painful.

However, he saw him squinting his head, and the body smashed into a black gas, which turned into an entity in an instant, and even sent out a hysterical sorrow.

“This is… the power of the enchanting monument is again countering his soul?” Marx frowned.

At the same time, Wynie’s father and the faked Wizard suddenly looked forward to each other, eyes more and more violent, it seems that the next second will rush to each other, desperately tearing each other completely.

“what–“

Voldemort was once again miserable, and then turned into a twisted black gas, rushing straight into the tunnel outside the stone chamber door, and lost sight in the blink of an eye.

“Marx…” Wynie stepped across the steps and stood next to Marx, “stunned them.”

“en?”

Marx stunned, but saw that Wynie’s father had raised the wand in his hand and pointed at the other party. He no longer thinks more. Immediately swiped the staff and sent two high-strength Stunning Spells.

With the two sounds of “bang bang”, both of them seemed to have been hit hard and rolled down to the corner.

“…Wynie.”

Marx, who had no clue at all, re-applied to Wynie – in the face of this situation, it is obvious that only Wynie is alone.

“All this… can you tell me now?”

Wynie tapped nodded, but did not answer immediately. She continued to watch Marx show her smile, as if to want to make up all the past.

The smile was a gentle and sultry, and it was incomprehensible.

After a while, she looked at Marx and asked softly: “Do you remember… that story?”

“What story?” Camy back to his senses from Wynie’s smile, Marx is stunned.

“The story you told, the origin of Veela…” Wynie said.

Under her reminder, Marx’s mind quickly emerged a picture. It was the beginning of the third round, and he came to the dinner at Hogwarts with the teachers and students of Durmstrang.

When he talked to Wynie about Fleur · Miss Delacour of Beauxbatons, he followed the legend of the ancient times.

It is a beautiful young girl living in an ancient desert country. She seems to be favored by some kind of bad luck, which has the charm of confusing people.

That kind of charm can make people fall into a wonderful illusion, and violently mad and self-defeating in the unconscious.

As the young girl fled in horror, the horrible chaos spread rapidly. Wherever she went, people rushed to fight and blood flow…

“Could it be that……”

Marx suddenly squinted at the two people who rolled in the corner. When he puts the legend and reality together, a ridiculous feeling arises spontaneously.