Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“I think… that is the sign that they have lost their lives in a flash…”

In the misty rain curtain, Asa looked down at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook the rain on the paper and folded it back into the pocket inside the coat.

“That’s fine,” said Milian on the side, blinking her eyes and calmly saying, “At least there should be no pain.”

“Yeah!” Asa shook his head. “However, this means we have to hurry up… I hope that the young Ministry of Magic assistant will return home on time after receiving the letter. ”

“There is no problem in time,” Millian said nodded. “Trust me, he will come back…say, he is only the third assistant. This position is really busy, but the busy ones are often insignificant. The thing, isn’t it?”

“Beyond these, I would rather believe that he will be more concerned about his safety.” Asa sighed, “Because of this, Imperius Curse’s effect will be better.”

“I never expected that every one of my cursing objects would be a good-hearted soft egg,” Millian followed by curl one’s lip. “So I have been practicing all the time – aren’t you the same?”

Asa hearing this, only had an indifferent expression and raised his hand and shook it, indicating that this topic could not be continued.

So the two continued to follow the road in this rain curtain, and after turning a corner, came to the crossroads on the other side of the park.

“According to the memory of Smith, his younger sister should be at the end of the garden.” Millian pointed to the private garden road across the crossroads. “When you see the sunflower, say “Go to hell! Richard.” De! ‘We can see the door to their home.”

“Why is it ‘Richard’?” Asa squinted.

“They think that Richard is a shame in pure blood,” Millian said casually. “It was an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker. He planted a 26 foot (about 7.9 meters). Sunflower, and also smiled and boarded the muggle newspaper.”

“Oh, this is really interesting.” Asa expressedlessly sarcastically, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

After all, Asa and Millian passed through the raging road. The former secretly pulled out the wand and clicked the lock on the garden iron fence door. Then he pushed the door open and walked in.

This is a green private garden. As you walk in, the two discover that the surrounding plants are tall and dense. Fortunately, the space here is not big, just a few bends, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

“I hope that Mr. Smith’s younger sister has not changed the password.” Asa said, he reached out and said, “How come, are you coming or me?”

“I don’t want to read such stupid lines,” Millian looked at Asa and stunned her head. “By the way, I think they shouldn’t modify the password here, because it usually takes only Disapparation to go home. ”

“I don’t miss it, but…oh, okay!” Asa turned his head and stared at the seemingly ordinary sunflower road. “Go to hell! Richard!”

“Okay, I will die here, sir.”

After the sunflower suddenly gave birth to a mouth and replied, it immediately went down, and the plants that had been in front of them immediately separated a large door.

In fact, it can be seen through the doorway. Across the passage, a medium-sized mansion that looks quite chic is quietly situated on a green meadow, with a flat road leading to the gate of the mansion.

“Hurry up… I dare say that McLorne may appear in front of us at any time!”

……

“Well, I know how the first guy died!”

On the top floor of the small building in the city of London, Marx put two statues in a semi-petrified state aside, and his expression at this time seemed somewhat complicated.

Judging from Marx’s previous inspections and comparisons, the cause of death of both of them was that the brain was greatly shaken.

Although it can’t be seen from the outside, Marx knows that – in the seemingly intact skull, the brain is like being beaten up by the egg beater several times, and they can no longer be called “brains”. “”.

At the time of Canterbury, the first “heroing to death” guy died, and Marx thought it was his timely suicide spell.

but now……

“Is there any magic set in advance?” Marx thought quietly. “No, I didn’t feel any special fluctuations at the beginning… Maybe the carrier’s vows in other places?”

Just as Marx was thinking for a moment, Ms. Saint-Guinana and her “grandson” who had just come downstairs stood in a puzzled look and looked at it silently.

Not long after, the Vampire boy probably couldn’t help but wonder, and finally asked.

“…the first one? What do you mean?”

“Oh, no, nothing.” Marx looked up. “Right, is there anything else that comes up?”

“My grandma wants to tell you -” “No!”

The Vampire boy just wanted to say something, but he was smothered by St. Guina and forced him to the door.

“We just want to tell you, welcome to come to the association office next time – this is what Mr. Dess said.” At the door, she hurriedly said, “So, see you next time!”

“Ok.”

Marx was nodded at the door, and then turned to look at the sofa not far away, the bad luck egg Smith was sitting there staring at the half-petrified ‘two kidnappers’ in a daze!

To be honest, through the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important figure. However, since Marx has already read the memory of the other party, at the moment, he seems to have no need to stay.

Of course, in addition to Marx, he still needs to ask him a few words.

“Hello, Mr. Smith,” Marx walked to the other side and sat casually on a chair. “I am Professor Marx McLorne of Hogwarts.”

“Oh… um?” Smith groaned, and turned his gaze to Marx’s face. “Marx McLorne? Really? Oh… my little son always treats you as an idol!”

“I’m honored for this,” Marx rolled his hood out to reveal his face and gently laughed. “But now, let’s solve the problem at hand! Can I ask you a few questions?”

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most critical piece of memory Marx still knows a little.

He guessed from a limited number of words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but… this was originally what he expected, and it obviously didn’t make much sense to him now.

Before the other party went to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic became a threshold that they had to manage to cross – this is the point!

“As far as I know, you have a younger sister in the Department of Magical Transportation. Is the broom registrar? And your brother-in-law is the head of the portkey office?”

Smith’s consciousness was a bit confusing when he first lifted petrified, so Marx’s use of Legilimens did not leave him too deep.

Therefore, when he heard that Marx knew this about his family, he still felt a bit of a surprise.

“Oh, yes!” Mr. Smith continued to nodded. “She married a good family and lived a good life! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?”

“Yeah, I have talked about it once…” Marx perfunctoryly, and then continued to ask, “Do you know, which Auror is closer to your brother-in-law?”

As far as Marx knows, the only gateway to Azkaban is Auror, and the Ministry of Magic has the right to enter and exit. In addition, even the heads of other Divisions of Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memory that Marx had read before, Smith did not seem to know the answer he wanted. He asked this question, but it was just to make sure that that’s all was not missed.

Yes, in the memory of Mr. Smith, there seems to be no trace of his nephew’s appointment as Assistant to the Ministry of Magic.

“Auror?” Smith thought for a moment and finally shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t know too well… but I don’t think they will have too much intersection with the Auror office.”

“Okay!” Marx paused, slightly nodded, “Please wait a moment here, someone will soon send you to the Ministry of Magic for protection – rest assured, I will be this kidnapping case ‘Check it out clearly.’

After all, he stood up immediately, and then the whole body began to become transparent.

“Oh! Wait… before Auror came here…”

Mr. Smith’s words have not been finished yet, and Marx disappeared directly in front of him. He then groaned and his tone quickly dropped.

“…just leave me alone here?” Smith said stiffly in his last words.

But without waiting for his voice, the window on one side of the room suddenly opened, and the rain and fog outside was mixed in the wind, and it poured into this small living room.

“Don’t worry! I have left something for you, and you will safely wait until Auror arrives.”

Marx’s voice rang across the window, and as Smith saw it, the window was again tightly shut. It seems that until this time, Marx really left.

At the moment, just outside the window, the Marx footstep magic book with Disillusionment Charm flies straight in a certain direction, and the destination seems to be the southern suburbs of London.

“Go there and take a look at it. If you don’t find anything, just go to the Ministry of Magic and watch it!”

The rain in London is always so slender and dense.