Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In Britain, the bar culture has deep roots.

In a certain area of ​​the town, the bar is often the place where the public gathers in that area, and people from all walks of life will find a leisure moment in their own.

To talk about the close relationship between the bar and the land, it is hard to describe the history books.

And just because there used to be a time when wizard and muggle were mixed together, the bar culture continued to the current Magic World, allowing the wizards to continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.

Today, Marx rarely stayed at Hog’s Head for a while, and enjoyed the “Salt and Mashed Potatoes with Unknown Vegetable Package” from Stopped Aberforth.

To be honest, Marx would like to know what the miscellaneous leaves are. Unfortunately, while Aberforth didn’t want to explain it, he was also awkward because the vegetables were over-flavored.

Well, but in general…

“The taste is not bad.”

Marx wiped his mouth while putting down the fork, and picked up Butterbeer to lick his mouth.

I can feel that the thick and salty taste in my mouth was diluted by the smooth liquor, and it was filled with a sweet potato. This time, it’s a bit of a Return to the Natural State feeling.

Of course, it was originally the taste of potatoes, and Aberforth’s craftsmanship did not have a relationship of half a copper Knut.

As Aberforth took the plate and took it to the pool, Marx turned the cup and turned it on the high stool, leaning against the bar and looking at the bar.

Even if the business of Hog’s Head is far less popular than the Three Broomsticks Inn, the number of guests in the store will increase as soon as the night is coming.

Normally, the customers who come here are still the same as before.

Everyone has a single drink, and some only whisper with the acquaintances who come together… The alchemy contest is over, and there is no such thing as a foreigner’s embarrassment. The gray tone reoccupies this small piece of dirty Treasure.

Marx enjoys this feeling, especially during the recent period when he needs a realm that allows him to relax without any concerns.

“Go look at Delphi again the next day…”

He is still concerned about Voldemort’s daughter.

In fact, he now has a little understanding of Dumbledore’s feelings. For the black hair boy found in the orphanage, Dumbledore is also a half-life heart.

Now, Marx doesn’t really believe in the impact of genetics on characters, but he also wants to pay more attention to it.

After all, how to say, Dell Finn child and other troubles are different, at least half of the decision to leave her there is also from his hand.

After setting the time for himself to relax next time, Marx took another drink from the cup and recalled what he had said to Aberforth before.

Yes, he said that he was “annoying”, which is naturally a big truth.

However, Aberforth is not the kind of character who is good at comforting others, and he himself is clear until this point. Therefore, he did not make any remarks about this, but gave him a bottle of Butterbeer.

Seriously, Marx is happy that Aberforth has not pursued his rare negative performance. Because what he needs is not a persuasion or comfort, but a short-term listening to that’s all.

As for the ups and downs of those hearts, most of them have to rely on himself to understand. Then, the things that should be done, he will still finish silently.

Nowadays, those disturbances are already entangled with everything around him.

To compare him to a thriving tree, the rooted soil is Hogwarts. The denser the branches and leaves on the ground, the more the rhizome under the ground is intertwined.

It is impossible for him to get out of the way.

“…a lot of things, I’m afraid I’m already destined from the beginning,” Marx said with a cup of carelessly. “Is this maybe one of the features of Time Rule?”

“little brother, what? When I was so old, I began to feel my life?”

Just as Marx secretly laughed at himself, even when he was stunned, he did not forget to take some Magical Theory conjectures. He was sitting on his side with a black-covered witch.

“Would you like to let the elder sister teach you some real ‘life ethics’? Tomorrow morning, little brother, you will definitely thank elder sister for me…”

Listening to the sweet and greasy voice, Marx’s mouth couldn’t help but pump.

“Mundungus,” he didn’t even have a glimpse of his interest, and he ignored it. “You don’t want to resell your second-hand cauldron. Come to me, what’s the ‘experienced’ big elder sister? Leisure time, you first go to find a wife to play this set again?”

To talk about the least interesting guy among the Order of the Phoenix members, count this Mundungus Fletcher. Perennial in the magic circle at the bottom, tossing all kinds of humble sales, is also a “basic merit” is quite solid news traffickers.

“Hey?” The black yarn witch immediately lowered his voice. “Marx, how did you recognize me? I feel that my voice has been imitated very much?”

To be honest, Mundungus does have a lot of camouflage, and there is no magic component from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice, and Marx did not sense any related magic power fluctuations.

Just as the muggles can distinguish each individual according to the DNA map, the wizard’s own magic power also has similar, but distinct, individual differences.

If you want to pretend in front of Marx, if you don’t have the ability to change even if the magic power fluctuations, then it is meaningless.

However, this is a big secret to him, and Mundungus has nothing to say.

“Do you think that wearing this look of witch will take the initiative to find a boy who hasn’t grown up yet?” Marx didn’t feel good.

“Oh!” Mundungus heard, and suddenly laughed at hehe. “The surface is deserted and the heart is hot. Isn’t this the most wonderful drop? Well… really, do you have a little bit of heart? Just a little bit. ……”

“No.” Marx decisively replied, and this turned. “Since you are here, tell me about the recent Battle magic circle! Also save Lupin when you have to send it from you.” Pick and choose inside – that’s blame!”

Listening to Marx, Mundungus can’t help but have more 1 point.

In the hearts of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Marx has a higher status than anyone else today. Because in the slightly dark period of the past, his decision made the Order of the Phoenix almost no downsizing, and even his efficient treatment of potion in Black’s old house saved more than one life.

Now, when Voldemort has become a thing of the past, and Marx’s existence, it is possible to link the members who have returned to ordinary life without a trace.

“Recently… I have to say that the major event is of course nothing, thanks to your credit…” Mundungus used to compliment one sentence and then said, “If there is anything worth mentioning, it should be south.” – I was here to talk to you about this.”

He thought about it, and quickly sorted out his thoughts and continued: “There are a collection of wizards on both sides of the Dover. You know this… We have more exotic wizards on our side here, from them. The things that come with it should come from the French magic circle across the strait…”

Marx then nodded.

“Is it going to the ground to dump the goods?”

What he said is naturally a black market located in the underground of London. Almost every day, there are a group of foreign wizards running with private goods, which is also a contribution to the material circulation of the Britain magic circle.

Mundungus also understands that Marx is saying this, he is actually asking him: Is this not a normal thing? What’s wrong with it?

Mundungus, who knew this, then got closer.

“There is a dumping, but it seems that their main purpose is not this…” He whispered. “Someone told me that the group had entered the dark Spirit Pavilion, and each time there was a few more in the team. personal.”

When he got here, he paused: “I think they should go to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to find someone!”

Groups and individuals listed on the Dark Spirit Pavilion are not cheap, but there is a dark Spirit Pavilion as an intermediary, and the employment agreement and service level will be much more reliable.

At the beginning, even Voldemort was “borrowing” when he lacked strength under his hand. It can be seen that the Dark Spirit Pavilion is still very famous in the gray area of ​​the magic circle.

“And then?” Marx pondered about the matter and asked, “If you don’t find any critical anomalies, wouldn’t you mention it on my side?”

“Hey, it’s you,” Mundungus said, with a black gauze, screaming with a smile. “During the Alchemy Contest, you have a group of people at the gate of Hogwarts. Isn’t it? The guys’ costumes, and the files on Lupin’s side. The records are very similar – they are all black robes, and the style seems similar.”

“The bald head?”

Marx followed it with an eyebrow – he didn’t expect that the small break at that time might lead to something to follow.

“Is there more information? It’s not very accurate,” he asked. “For example, what are their trends and general rules in the Britain magic circle?”

“That’s really nothing,” Mundungus replied without thinking about it. “The guys are hard to track… Some of my old friends just watched them are not right. They want to keep up with the information and then change hands. Finally They are all chased in the same lane area.”

When Marx heard this, he couldn’t help thinking about it. After a short while, he waved his hand.

“Talk to the ‘home’, this one may not be sent to inquire beforehand, it may be dangerous.”