Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…砰…砰…砰…”

Marx walks with a team of elves in an area intertwined with countless vines, always paying attention to the surrounding situation. Most of the vines with spikes are eager to move, but under the deterrent of the flames in front of Marx, they have to choose to avoid.

As he continued to move toward the goal of induction, Marx vaguely heard a near-unpleasant sound. It seems that there is a heart beating, like a regular drum.

The ear ear listened to Marx several times before discovering that the heartbeat sound did not seem to be a real sound. He couldn’t find the source of the sound, as if the sound came from all the vines around him, and it seemed to come from his own mind.

It didn’t take long before Marx’s footsteps were stopped, and then it accelerated again. Just now, he felt that the flow of magic power in the air suddenly dropped, and it would stop as soon as he saw it.

There is only one reason for this to happen – the body of that thing no longer continues to absorb the magic power that is free in the air.

Marx immediately took a few steps, and when he found a hole in the middle of the vine in front of him, he knew he had already arrived.

In the middle of this area full of vines, there is a hemispherical space.

This place is not big, about the diameter of the ten-step, just like there is a transparent big bowl buckle here, and the vines do not continue to spread inside.

And in the middle of this small open space, a half-man high flowerbed broke out, so it was quietly rooted there completely motionless.

In this green flower garden, Marx can clearly feel the rich magic power it contains. The heartbeat that he had previously “listened” was unusually clear here.

Marx is pretty sure that he has never heard of this plant. Whether in the modern magic book or in some related ancient literature, there is no record.

Of course, there are still similar ones. For example, in ancient times, there seems to be a magic plant called “Flow of World”, which usually uses vines’ slamming and spiked shots to clear the enemy. But the reason why it is called “the flower of World” is because the size of the huge is incredible, apparently in front of this small flower garden can not match.

“So small?” Marx frowned.

In his mind, the continuous heartbeat sound continues, and listening to it for a long time will make people feel a little annoyed. Marx opened this tiny feeling of boredom and stared at the flower buds and looked at it carefully.

“Destroy it, it should be fine…”

Old Lack said as he tried to reach out and release the magic, but was stopped by Marx.

“First wait.” Marx stretched out his arm and stopped in front of Lach, but his eyes looked at the flowerbed for a moment. “Is there a movement… Did you hear it?”

“……what?”

Old Lark heard this, listening to the ear for a moment, but no discovery.

When Marx saw him as if he didn’t hear it, he looked at the other elves again, only to understand that he could only hear it. Yes, he heard an unusually weak voice from the time when Lach raised his hand and tried to destroy the flowerbed.

The sound was very vague, and it was more faintly discernible when it was mixed with the heartbeat sound.

Marx believes that he has not heard the mistake.

When he thought about it a little, he let go of the use of Occlumency a little, and then the voice was much clearer. Although there are still some interruptions, at least the obstacles that hinder the transmission of ideas are temporarily eliminated.

“…no… don’t hurt me… I don’t… please…”

A childlike voice, as if it is ringing in his ear, is crisp and sweet.

Marx is pretty sure that he hasn’t heard that language, let alone understand it. That language is very different from any one he knows, and some syllables are not even humans.

But somehow, he can understand the meaning of the general.

As the voice rang from his mind, a faint pleading was also conveyed to Marx’s consciousness.

Undoubtedly, this is a higher spiritual magic than the Legilimens technique.

Legilimens can only read the appearance of thoughts and memories. If a wizard reads a foreigner whose language is not available, then the wizard will be in a state of inability to understand the other language while reviewing the other’s memory.

The Master of the sound that Marx heard was not only able to achieve the same effect as the reverse application of Legilimens, but even to convey willpower, but also reached the level of mind.

Marx vaguely remembers that the rare innate talent of Newt Scamander who communicated with magical creatures barely reached this level.

To be honest, he is very curious about this magic, because it is undoubtedly very practical.

“Can you hear what I said?”

Marx repeatedly thought about this sentence in his mind, but the other party did not respond. If it is not the other party who does not want to pay attention to it, most of them will not hear his heart.

At this moment, the flower bud suddenly bulged, and after the heartbeat’s abrupt “peng peng peng” speeded up, the green skin of the flower buds turned out silently.

One layer after another, a few petals of flower buds quickly became a base for the flower bones, in which the slightly curled pink petals then stretched together, as if to complete the opening in this moment, without any hesitation.

Old Lark and other elves suddenly became nervous, but under the control of Marx, they finally managed to hold back and did not do it.

Marx’s expression became a bit strange when the last layer of petals was lightly rolled up and rolled over to one side.

“……WTF?”

Very lucky… No, maybe it should be very unfortunate.

Because, Marx first saw a smooth back – on the back of the pink as new student, the four pieces with some moist translucent thin wings are slowly coming into contact with the air. Open it.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the back gently stood up in the blooming flower, wrapped in a pink dress similar to the surrounding petals.

If it is the same whether the size is the same, this is a mountain fairy. It is the kind of magical creature that Marx has used a lot of wings to make a fairy potion.

According to Marx, a fairy is an egg-like magic creature. If you want to compare them, they are actually closer to the insects of the muggle world, not some kind of plants.

This “extra large” fairy born from the flower garden is obviously unheard of.

“Perry!” Old Lark took a step back in surprise and immediately slammed on the ground. “Perry! Love the dancing of Fury! Friends of the ancestors!”

Under the reminder of Lach, the rest of the elves also fell down together and did not even dare to lift them.

However, Marx just glanced at them and continued to look at the strange version of the fairy.

At this point, it is very similar to the statue in the god. He heard the story told by Lacke at the time, but what he thought at the moment would not be the ancestors of the little fairies.

From the beginning of touching magic, becoming a wizard, until now, he has never found anything that can’t be explained. Magic has the magic principle, magical creatures also have their own way of reproduction, everything is following a certain rules and order.

To say that this “big fairy” has a relationship with the “little fairy” that he has contacted, it is a death that he does not believe.

“Human, thank you for stopping them and protecting me from harm…”

Seeing that the voice once again sounded in my own mind, slender and tender, like a human child, the child is generally pure and clean. It is only the wisdom contained in it, but it does not seem to have just been born.

“Nothing…” Marx looked at her. “Can you understand what I am talking about?”

“Human, your words don’t seem to convey to me know… but I can feel that you are not malicious.”

“Hmm…oh.”

Marx can be experienced as a feeling when the elves first faced him. After all, they can understand each other’s meaning, but the other party can’t understand their own language.

But the other party did not allow him to come up with a way to solve this rather embarrassing thing.

“Human, the bloodline from the ancestors told me that I am afraid it is already the last flower in this world.” The delicate voice wraps around in Marx’s head, making him feel itchy, “Although I still can’t understand Your words, but please try to tell me whether the sin of sin has fallen into silence again?”

“sin?”

Marx hearing this suddenly, he does not know the “sin” that the other party conveyed to him, whether it is the kind of sin he understands. But this concept has been heard several times in succession, making him a little sensitive.

The enlarged version of the fairy does not understand Marx’s words, but she seems to feel the doubts of Marx. It was just that it was so important to her that she flew directly from the heart of the flower.

The white scorpion stepped on the ground and was stained with some dust, but she did not care. When she stood in front of Marx, Marx discovered that the humanoid creature, which resembles a large fairy, is well-proportioned and can be about half its height.

Not to mention Marx while looking at it, while pondering what she had just said. But she saw her waving her arm, and a piece of the barrier formed by the rattan was stretched out, and some pattern was drawn on the ground in front of her.

Soon, Marx’s attention was drawn to the past by the prints outlined on the ground. As the pattern became more complete, his face could not help but show a strange look.

Not only did he know what the pattern represented, but he also brought him a lot of trouble!