Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the ground, the rattan strip is outlined by a dagger.

The unique one-eyed carving on the handle, and the double-edged short blade with a slight curvature, all correspond to each other in Marx’s memory.

Yes, this handle is shaped like an Arab dagger, and Marx has even been clenched under the guidance of Rowena. It was because of this dagger that Marx could only live in a cold World for a long time.

“‘Sin’s sin’?” Marx’s expression became a little dignified.

For the so-called “sin”, he had some unclear inferences before.

Like the enchanted monument, the Gryffindor sword, and the mysterious floor mirror portrayed in the tomb of Herpo the Foul… maybe the Blois family cursed bloodline will be counted again – they all seem to trigger a huge scale. Disaster.

In this regard, it is no exaggeration to call them the source of sin.

With this in mind, as a person who experienced the dagger in person, Marx suddenly felt that it would not be too much to put it into it.

Those who hold the curved dagger will inevitably be blocked from normal emotions and emotions. And the dagger is a weapon. If it is not used, that’s all, but once it is used…

Marx still vaguely remembers that the assassin he was attached to finally gave him the feeling of listening to the mourning of the soul of the deceased when the assassination succeeded.

That is undoubtedly a very strange pleasure.

That pleasure, especially in the state of the party’s emotional loss, will be particularly impressive. Most people who are not strong will start to fall into a cyclical slaughter from there.

“Hey…?” Marx secretly nodded. “It seems that my new version of The Book of Sin can add a bit more…”

Just as he was secretly watching for a moment, the large-scale mountain fairy who painted the pattern looked up and looked forward to this side. The crystal eyes are looking directly at him, as if they are charming but with nature.

“Human, what do you seem to know about this sin?”

Marx did know a little, and according to his speculation, the dagger would not have reappeared.

Even himself, at that time, was just under the magic of Rowena, and entered a certain memory… or, simply, that’s all in the spirited World that was simulated.

Otherwise, in terms of the characteristics of the dagger, most of the first to suffer will be muggle world. In any case, a serial killer will definitely not be able to run.

He pointed to the pattern on the ground and gestured to the other side to sleep, indicating that the thing was still sleeping in a corner!

After understanding the meaning that Marx wanted to express, the half-man “big fairy” was obviously relaxed. When Marx saw it, he couldn’t help but move his mind. After re-pointing to the pattern on the ground, he pointed to the other side with a puzzled look.

Obviously, this sudden emergence of ancient species has a strange bloodline inheritance innate talent, and it is possible to pass some of the information to future generations.

It’s rare to meet an object that seems to know a lot. Marx naturally wants to ask more questions.

Although there is a great limit to communication because the language is not interoperable, Marx is willing to pay more if he can get more clues and origins about “sin”.

“The relationship between it and me… you… really want to know?” The other hesitated, seemingly a little jealous, “that is ‘sin’, is a terrifying power… it will bring no The end of the disaster.”

“The possession of the sin will destroy all good and evil nature. Only when the sinful sharp blade tastes the soul will it give the holder an endless pleasure. It is the soul, it is the soul, It chews the soul… The more pure and beautiful the soul, the more it will attract it.”

“The bloodline flowing in my body told me that I should stay away from it… far away, if it is still making disaster, I must leave the seeds of inheritance as soon as possible, let her bury the ground and continue to wait. Flowering once…”

The idea she conveyed to Marx’s mind was slightly interrupted at this moment. A fear from the heart echoes in Marx’s consciousness. There is no detailed content, just a fear.

“The descendants of our Tree of Life can’t be wiped out! This is the only responsibility I have to bear in my life.”

When I got here, Marx really wanted to ask her – can’t you talk more about the dagger?

But the other party probably didn’t know very well, because in the eyes that Marx looked forward to, the other party just shook his head gently.

“Human, where is this place? Can I grow root here?”

Ask yourself if you can “take root” here. This kind of request is unheard of. Marx glanced side by side, only to find that the actual occupants of the island were still on the ground!

He turned to think about it, and suddenly he was born with a plan – to blame the strange family chose to talk to me!

“Lack, get up! Your ancestors’ friends are going to stay here,” Marx greeted. “This island gives her elderly… As for you, just follow me!”

Old Lark suddenly looked up, first glanced at the “big fairy” of the new student, and then looked over to Marx.

“Perry wants us to follow you?” Lach was puzzled. “Is Sheriff talking to you?”

“Yes, through the mind.” Marx pointed to the head of the road.

“Why didn’t you live with the elf?” Old Lark hesitated, once again bowed to the enlarged version of the fairy. “And why should the elf go with you?”

“In order to complete… well, the task that Phily gave us,” Marx said, pointing to the pattern on the ground, a serious and authentic, “Is it? It is the source of disaster, it is caused by Lord Ferry.” The source of sin that falls into sleep! Now that this sin has disappeared again, other evils continue to spread in this world…”

“We have to stop the source of evil that erodes World, otherwise…” When it comes to this, Marx’s eyes are on the horizon, and an instant comes to the idea. “Otherwise, the beauty we live in will be completely eliminated.” Are you awake, do you understand?”

Marx played quite well with this kind of boating. He said nothing wrong, because now, the so-called “sin” is really moving again.

The enchanting monument tied up with Voldemort is like a bomb that will explode from time to time. And according to Trelawny’s predictions, Grindelwald seems to be dyed.

As for whether it has anything to do with the “Perry” in the old Lake mouth, it may not be.

“… Is this really true?” Old Lack seems to still not believe it. “Young wizard, I feel a little false in your words!”

“of course it’s true.”

Marx moved towards Old Lac, a nodded place, and then turned his head to the “big fairy” standing on the side and some unknown, and moved towards her also nodded.

“Yes?” Ming knows that people don’t understand, Marx is deliberately started talking.

“Can I really take root here?” So a beautiful misunderstanding came out with no difficulty. “Thank you for your help… I can meet a kind human being like you when I was born. This is really my luck.”

As she conveyed her thoughts, she also nodded at him, apparently showing her. When Lac was looking at her with Marx, she even took a lightly nodded gesture to Old Lack.

“I think, I should also thank you for your help.”

When the old Lac’s brain was echoing such an idea, he fell flattered and fell down again – Old Ancestor’s friend spoke to him! Even if he had one sentence, he had to be very surprised.

“No, old Lack can’t bear the appreciation of Ferry. This is the old Lac… No, it’s the honor of the elf race! I will do my best to complete the task you handed over to us! This is the life of the elf. Convention!”

“Then let’s go! Don’t delay the home of Sir Ferry here-” Marx, even if he urged, “Come on! I have some clues about the mission, and you must be able to do this for a short time.” ‘Do your best’.”

After gesturing again to the novel ancient species, Marx walked out with an excited old Lak and a group of equally energetic elves.

Unlike the hard time, the vines automatically opened the way for them when they left. Not long after, they met other elves who were waiting outside.

As the old Lak walked and explained with the clansman, Marx thoughtfully looked back and forth between them and the surrounding green fog.

It seems that these green suffocation does not seem to be a poisonous fog, but has other effects. Otherwise, just look at the concentration of these suffocates. Even if the elves are not poisoned, there is absolutely no reaction.

“If it’s not poisonous… maybe it’s related to that kind of powerful regenerative ability?”

Because of his curiosity, he habitually took out an empty large potion bottle, filled it with a bottle of green fog, and planned to bring it back to have time to study it.

Soon, after the line of Marx and Elf left the area where the vines extended, Disapparation immediately returned to the magic tower in the center of the island. Needless to say, the first thing Marx did was to confirm the safety of Luna and Hermione.

When he saw the two female children squatting at the top of the tower and looking at the northern part of the island with a worried look, the heart that had been hanging halfway was finally settled.

At this moment, a lot of vines in the distance that were still waving in the air and causing the tower to repel the halo again and again, were suddenly recovered into the jungle. With a slight shock at the foot, a new round of “rooting movement” seems to have begun.