Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the West End of the Jackson Square, a seemingly inconspicuous shack.

Probably to prevent people from seeing the light, the only two windows in the house were covered with curtains. Even so, only a faint oil lamp was placed in the shed.

The faint light drove away the darkness, making this room look like gloomy.

At the small round table lit up slightly by the oil lamp, two men and a woman who looked plain and plain were sitting. These two people seem to be in their early twenties, and at most they will not be more than 30 years old. It stands to reason that it should be an active and active age.

But somehow, although they are talking, the tone of their speech is faint with some kind of gloom that is unclear.

“…What to do? There are no targets everywhere. We…will ‘go home’ to report the situation to the owner?” The woman said softly, it looked a little uneasy.

“No, we can’t just go back… look for it again… look for it again…” Although the man seems to be older, he can behave more fearful than the woman. “Otherwise, the owner will take the whip and smoke us.” No… absolutely…”

When the woman heard the word “whip”, she suddenly became shocked and habitually picked up her nails. For a time, there was an unpleasant “squeaky” sound in the quiet shack.

“…we…what to look for?” After a while, the woman retracted her finger and said to herself, “Mike, they haven’t come back yet… Did they meet the horrible spider?”

“No, no… We haven’t escaped yet?” The man shook his head. “The big spider is very powerful, but there is no way for us to move at all… to abandon some of the power or escape.” “”

“Then why are they… why aren’t they here?” The woman took a deep breath and then began to bite her nails again.

Because of her habit of relieving mental stress, her nails have been smashed. Not only that, almost every fingertip of the finger is a new injury that covers the old injury and looks quite horrible.

“Let’s go find it again…Where can I go…” The man narrowed his neck. “You can’t stay here and wait. When it arrives at noon tomorrow, we have to go back… look for it again… Look for it again…”

“Let’s wait a minute…” The woman suddenly grabbed her chest and there was some cold sweat on her forehead. “Time is coming…”

“Ah… um…” The man, with her words, also subconsciously touched his chest, then silently nodded.

In the darkness of the shack, the men and women were quiet again, and only the woman’s “squeaky” sound of nails from time to time still echoed.

Time passed by, they haven’t finished their tasks until now, but now they can only tremble on the stool like waiting for death.

New York time, three o’clock in the morning.

The two men who had been waiting for something with their eyes closed suddenly suddenly tightened their muscles and almost stunned their chests at the same time.

Their faces gradually became distorted, and they clenched their mouths and made a burst of repression, and the breathing became short and heavy.

If you look carefully, you may be able to see it. Under the faint light, their forehead, back of the hand, neck, and every part of the skin that is exposed to the skin are bursting. Their sweat slipped down the cheek to the chin and dripped down.

They seem to be enduring extreme pain!

Even so, they still dare not make too much sorrow, they are constantly suppressing themselves, just to not reveal their hiding place.

Because they know that if they are accidentally exposed, then waiting for them will be a never-ending punishment. For them, the master’s whip is ten thousand times more tenrifying than the pain of this regular attack!

Ten minutes later, the two fell weakly on the dirty, dusty ground, but they didn’t care. They are just thinking – just noon tomorrow, only nine hours left!

After a little slowing down, they immediately climbed up and took their heads off the shelf. After the cloak was fastened, they blew out the oil lamp and walked quickly to the gate of the shack.

“I went to the North and East, you searched here, then went to the Southern District -” The woman roughly allocated the search range, and then they began to split up.

……

On the other hand, the same is to search for the Marx of Sirius, and all the alienated Acromantula that has been left around has been sent out.

And he himself is not idle, but with the little guys to carry out a door-to-door search.

However, when he became the hummingbird’s Animagus form, he came out of a family’s chimney, but did not continue to fly to another family as before, but stayed in midair for a few seconds.

Then, with the slightest hesitation, he moved toward a certain direction and rushed straight.

In an alley just a short distance from the family, he saw a silhouette of a cloak, sneaking to the other side of the alley.

He was familiar with the magic power response of the silhouette, but although he was familiar, he almost missed it.

The magical power fluctuations that are so weird are too hidden! If it wasn’t for him that he had been paying attention from the beginning, he might have let the other person slip through his eyes.

After tracking for a while in the form of Animagus, Marx sneaked into the roof of a house and changed into a human form. Then he put himself in a Disillusionment Charm and quickly chased it up.

He still doesn’t know how to change the Obscurus in the black fog shape back to the human form. He can only use the sneak attack to slap the other party and still not notice it.

The man didn’t run fast. He quickly caught up with the other person in a few steps, and decisively gave the man a very powerful full-body curse.

The curse took effect, and the other party, even if it was stiff, fell silently into the dark alley, and did not have any reaction at all.

“…when it didn’t turn into black fog, is the resistance to the curse different from that of the ordinary person?” Marx hurried forward and turned over the man who was lying on the ground, and opened the other side. Hood, “…woman?”

The woman couldn’t move even a finger under the effect of the whole body’s binding spell. Only the pair of eyes could wander. Marx didn’t hesitate anything, even when he stared at the other’s eyes and cast a Legilimens spell.

But for a moment, he immediately frowned, and subconsciously rubbed his head.

“What are these things?” Marx whispered and whispered.

This woman did not practice Occlumency, and his Legilimens also went into effect – probably.

That’s right, Marx can only use the word “probably” to describe it, because when he reads the other’s memory, he feels a lot of chaos and unspeakable pain and fear.

Legilimens is not just a look at the memory of others, it also allows the operator to feel the emotions and emotions of the subject.

What Marx felt from the woman’s brain that was falling on the ground was a vague and distorted chaos and a fear of deep bone marrow.

That feeling almost occupied most of the woman’s heart, making Marx difficult to read a clearer memory.

The clearest picture Marx got through this time, the gloomy dungeon filled with mourning, and the silhouette of the upper body hidden in the darkness.

“…originally is this way, is that true?” Marx raised his eyes, thoughtfully, “Who can that person be? Grindelwald’s remaining party? Strong supporters? Excellent researchers? ”

He lowered his head again, took Veritaserum and poured some into the woman’s mouth, then extended his staff to move toward the other’s face.

“Answer me, where is Sirius Black?”

“……do not know.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Search for Sirius Black.”

“Do you have companions in this operation? Where are they all?”

“There are a total of four people in this operation. Joshua is now searching in the West, and Mike and Andrew are unknown.”

“Why are you chasing Sirius Black?”

“This is an order.”

“Where is your stronghold?”

Marx asked questions in succession, but when he asked about their stronghold, the woman stammered under the effect of Veritaserum.

Although she couldn’t open and close her mouth, her throat had only a vague “ge ge” sound, and there seemed to be some kind of fear from the depth of one’s soul that was trying to stop her from telling the truth.

“I ask again, where is your stronghold?”

“in–“

Marx frowned and repeated the question again. I never thought that the other person’s mouth had just barely squeezed out a word, and immediately rounded his eyes, and a hoarse whisper in his throat.

And her face has become distorted again and seems to be enduring great pain.

Just in the moment of this abnormality, Marx suddenly sensed some magic power fluctuations from the dark magic. And the source of the strange fluctuations is –

“… chest.”

There was no time to give him a refusal. He quickly untied the cloak tie and the button on the robes, and then forced the collar of the shirt inside.

On the skin of the victim’s chest full of scars, a deep imprint of the pattern is emitting dark black purple rays of light. Around the brand, a large number of dark red veins extend from it, revealing a sinister atmosphere.

“The mark of Deathly Hallows,” Marx stared at the imprinted pattern, secretly rubbing his heart. “…what is Grindelwald planning?”