Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Asa, remember? We spent a lot of time in London when we were young… but hey! Now London is much cleaner than it was…”

“Oh, I know, I didn’t see it when I came here? Stay away from the window! I want to stay here for a while!”

In the bustling area of ​​central London, a group of four people fleeing from Marx took a cumbersome, and they came to the second hiding place that was prepared in advance.

In fact, they were visible in a small alley, and then the leader, Asa, immediately took the remaining members of Group A and hurriedly left the dark and wet laneway and mixed into the crowds on the streets of London.

Yes, this is a good idea, because as long as you no longer use magic, a large number of muggles will become one of their most reliable cover.

“Hey, Asa! Don’t you want to see more of this city?”

Standing at the window talking about Millian, how much can be heard from her words, she and Asa actually knew from a young age. Moreover, they seem to have lived here.

“I said it, come over!” Asa sat in the chair and licked the temple. “I want to see more in this city than to look at the city.” Because we miss it very much, I mean, this is because we have a task to complete.”

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head back and the chair foot suddenly slammed “creak” a light sound on the floor.

“Moreover, London is still London. It’s not good to go now, isn’t it?” Asa looked at the gloomy’s weather outside the window, and the slyness under the gray sky, faintly said.

“Okay, okay!” Millian helpedlessly spread the handkerchief. “I have to admit that you have successfully dispelled my interest… Forget it, the past has passed.”

After all, she walked gracefully to the chair next to her, and sat up lazily.

Today’s London afternoon is still wet, even if the weather in Canterbury or Hogwarts is no better, it has nothing to do with it.

Through the window glass, the car on the street outside was driving back and forth, unconsciously becoming the noisy background sound of the room that suddenly became quiet.

Sometimes people will probably feel that the rainy and foggy weather will always make people’s mood gradually become gloomy.

“Rod should be dead.”

After a little while, Asa finally spoke again.

Melia and the other three companions did not show any expression of frustration or sadness, as if it were as it should be by rights.

However, they did not accept the words at will, but continued to maintain their own quiet.

“The wizard who wears the ash cloak is very strong. Even if I make a card with you, most of it will not be his opponent.” Asa continued to whisper, because no one talked and no one looked at him. Like being talking to himself.

“I think that’s probably Professor Hogwarts’ Study of Ancient Runes – the young and outstanding Mr. Marx McLorne.”

After finishing these words, Asa closed his mouth again, and the room once again returned to silence… until Millian opened her mouth without warning.

“So,” she said. “Who is the next one?”

For the words of Millian, Asa was only shrugged, and the other three still did not speak. In the middle of the room alone, Smith, who was placed on the table, sipped his mouth—obviously, he was still in the unconscious.

“Don’t you decide it already?” Millian looked at Asa Road. “Who is the next one?”

“In short, it must not be you,” said Asa Laughed. “Sit with peace of mind! This is our job – it is you, you should be ready.”

“No,” Millian shook her head and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position. “It’s no longer time to prepare, anytime.”

“Hey? That’s an unexpected surprise…”

Asa sighed, and then he raised his hand and continued to pick up his forehead.

……

At about the same time, Asa was in the alley of their Apparition.

“Oh, I hate London, it will make me feel sticky all day!” The wretched old man lifted his feet, his worn shoes soles stepped on the slippery floor tiles and made a slap. The sound of the sound.

“Is it?” Mundungus curl one’s lip said, “I like it very much – here, no one is too lazy to pay attention to you, and you are often too lazy to pay attention to who!”

“So, this is an excellent hiding place.” The beard immediately hehe smiled.

Marx has already perceived the magic power around it as the three of them are still looking at the lane and chatting.

But as expected, those people haven’t used any magic since they came here.

“Fat, what do you think?”

After a lap, Marx turned his head and looked at the beard. But his voice was not settled, and the bearded man shook his head decisively, indicating that he had not found anything yet.

“is it?”

When Marx saw it, he looked up again at the alley, and the buildings of the ages gave the city an immersive vicissitude.

However, this fine mist and fog makes people lack the interest to look up and appreciate.

After watching it for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

“I want to say that the weather in London is still very good,” Marx said leisurely. “As far as I know, at least some of the ‘people’ always like this natural and artificial gloomy.”

“What?” The wretched old man turned back and was slightly puzzled.

“In short, let’s spread it out and look for it in our own way!”

Marx didn’t have much to explain. After saying this, he went straight along the slightly moving lane. The remaining three guys with a little bit of sorrow looked at each other and had to start their actions in accordance with Marx’s words.

In fact, Marx didn’t want to go back to find them three at first. If he chose to catch up immediately, he might catch the silhouette of the guys.

But after a little bit of thought, he gave up the scene of a street chase in London.

London is the center of Britain. There are so many muggles here. If it is not necessary, he doesn’t want to make any big noise here!

As soon as he got out of the lane, Marx was immediately swallowed up by the shackles on the outside streets.

Muggle’s World is still so disturbed, at first glance, the most street is the car, pedestrians and a top umbrella for Londoners to go out.

Once stepped into the crowd, Marx clearly felt the familiarity of the past – it was a sense of integration that almost made him even forget the magic circle.

Finally, after passing through a small 4-Layer building, he left the crowd on the walking path and came to the antique shop door on the first floor of the building.

Standing in front of the gray glass shop window, Marx raised his head subconsciously and squinted at the window of the 3rd-layer upstairs.

Then, he reached out and slammed a few times on the window glass.

It looks like a store that has been closed for a long time. There are a lot of goods in the store, but there isn’t even one person. The door handle is also wrapped with a rusty chain lock of Scabbers.

Correspondingly, the muggles who come and go on the sidewalks hardly look at it here, as if they are completely uninterested in this place.

Like the entrance to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, it is obviously also cast a similar spell – really, in the city of London, this is actually not a rare thing.

“This gentleman, this is a private association location. If you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate, thank you for your cooperation!”

After knocking through the glass, a line of slightly fancy English fonts appeared on it. Below the line of words, there is a box, it seems that the so-called “membership certificate” is probably verified here.

But unfortunately, Marx is neither a member here nor a proof.

Of course, for Marx, it is not difficult to get in.

He did not hesitate, and soon spread his palms and smashed directly into the glass.

But seeing the window glass that could have been squeaky, it turned out to be like a large piece of thin gummy candy.

Not long after, Marx’s arm was completely immersed in the window, followed by half a body, another arm and a foot. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the glass.

At the same time, at the other end of the entrance, Marx drilled a wall. If it is more accurate, it is a wall at the end of a corridor.

Looking up, the corridor is not too long, but there is not even a window around, the only illumination is the row of dim light bulbs on the ceiling.

Therefore, this broken place is how to look at some gloomy Sen, people can’t help but get a goose bump.

It’s just that Marx doesn’t care about it… Or, he seems to have known what it’s like to be here, and there’s nothing surprising about this infiltration.

Without much thought, Marx lifted his legs and walked forward. The step by step footsteps continued to echo in this quiet corridor, almost mixed together.

Until he stopped at the front of a certain door, the footsteps were still lingering in his ears.

Marx lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at the old door with a palm-sized nameplate on his head. Although the edges of the metal doorplate climbed up to the rust of the stars, the letters above can still be seen clearly.

“peng peng peng! ”

He only looked at the nameplate and reached out and tried to knock on the door – knowing that he would never have done such a rude behavior in normally.