Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Big Ben is still the Big Ben. Since the horseshoe kick in the past, and the car whistle of the present, it has been quietly comprehending the passage of time on the Thames.

And the square just a short distance away is still a small square. Except for the notoriety of the "Parliament Square Garden", it is just a broken lawn with nothing on one side, and even a few pieces of gray-brown dirt have been exposed at the edges.

It has to be said that as a square located on a main road of traffic, there are still a lot of pedestrians in vehicles. However, it is clear that the citizens passing by here have grown from small to large, and I am afraid that even the interest in seeing it once was lacking.

Yes, let alone, at the dawn of the misty, crisis-ridden world.

Therefore, since Haierbo took his group of sad "apprentices" away from here, this square is finally completely quiet, as if even the sound of chaos in the distance is too lazy to spread here.

However, no one has come to pay attention to this small square ... or, no one dares to come close to this small square easily at this moment of dawn; the first rays of sunlight in the east struggling through the mist and haze As the nightmare city lights up dimly ...

Suddenly a twist appeared in the middle of the barren square.

The next moment, quietly, the twist expanded at an instant, covering most of the lawn in this small square.

After this twisted space returned to calm again, there were more than twenty people in the grass.

"Sin ... needs more sin."

The almost whispering in one voice seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, indifferent, without any feelings. If he saw this scene for Maca, he might feel more than others.

But unfortunately, apart from the figures in the square in front of me, there can be no one alone-as to whether these guys can still be referred to as "people", I'm afraid it's bad.

And just after a few seconds of pause, the figures in the square immediately moved, and quickly disappeared as birds and beasts disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Humph……"

Suddenly, a cold hum rang again in the middle of the square where no one was there, and no one knew where it came from.

"In order to save enough of these searchers to release them all at once, so much time has been wasted ... So, hurry up, hurry up ... let the ceremony enter the final stage!"

Undoubtedly, it was Haierbo's voice, which murmured calmly, but hiding the most unbridled paranoia, arrogance, and madness.

"I really ... can't wait."

...

"Black! Sirius Black-things have changed!"

It is still the largest battlefield in the city of London at the moment. Sirius is working with several other teams to cooperate with Fire Dragon Nobetta to attack the waves of crazy wizards in front of them.

It must be acknowledged that the advantages brought by a fire dragon are undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's anti-magic power and exceptionally flexible flying ability, which is second only to the giant, the striking effect on the ground is obviously very good.

In addition, those crazy people are just crazy, but they do not have the same wisdom as the black pupil wizards. At this moment, the situation here has suddenly changed from "gradual balance" to "a large tilt" towards them. .

Originally, Barlow, who had been helping the mad wizard group by his side, actually began to think that the battlefield was about to see the end.

But who knows at this moment, a loud cry from the edge of the battlefield immediately caused the idea of ​​many people-of course, Sirius, who is being called by the name of the federation support wizard, not to mention.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place here first. I'll see what happens."

Although it must be a very important time at this moment, after all, this battlefield will be swept away and cleaned up, and even a number of "captives" will be detained.

However, Sirius couldn't ignore the witch in the rear at the moment-in fact, he had seen the man fell to the ground after a few shouts, and seemed to be slow Also failed to get up again.

"I see, you go! You can rest assured that there is obviously no more accidents here."

"Well, thank you."

After nodding his thanks to Barlow, Sirius turned around and ran to the back of the battlefield.

"Let a let, let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already a lot of people around the sorcerer who just shouted, and there seemed to be a therapist brought by the federation support team.

After everyone found that Sirius was coming, they hurriedly gave way to him so that he could go to the wizard as soon as possible.

Even the crowd was still making him go faster now.

When Sirius saw this, he had some bad hunch.

Sure enough, it was too far away to see clearly. Until now, when he saw it from a close distance, he found that the male wizard's clothing lying on the ground was difficult to breathe, soaked with blood, the original black wizard robe had been stained with muddy and terrible dark red!

The therapist was examining the wound next to the witch who was obviously seriously injured.

"How's it going?"

Sirius crouched down on the side, and immediately asked.

"Not optimistic ... No, it should be said to be very optimistic." The outstanding therapist of the federation frowned. "While he is still conscious at this moment, ask what he wants as soon as possible, and he is completely in a coma for a while. Maybe just— "

He didn't finish the words, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious. If the witch in front of him is seriously injured and faints, he will probably never wake up again.

But even so, the movement of his hands did not stop. He stretched out his wand and tore the clothing between his chest and abdomen completely, exposing a terrible injury.

"Penetrating wounds ... and smashing spells, and being able to insist on running here, this is already the result of using magic potions to hold on."

While the therapist was talking, Sirius only subconsciously glanced at the huge wound, then leaned down to get to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Xu was yelling when he ran over just now, which has consumed most of his strength, or because the potion effect that he used to sustain his life is disappearing, this witch is already out of breath Already.

The short breath and the increasingly obvious muscle twitch made him look as if he could swallow his last breath at any time.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm saying?"

Seeing nothing seemed to him, Sirius could only repeat it again. And this time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of pupils that had spread slightly looked at him indifferently.

"I ... I can't see it ... Do I ... dead?"

"No, it won't," Sirius said loudly in order to make the other party understand clearly. "I've also been badly hurt! You should know, I was framed by Peter the **** little dwarf, when he was almost Blow up half a street— "

"Don't lie to me, I just want to confirm ... I know the injury I suffered." The other side heard the words and couldn't help but say, "Forget it. Blake, take the photo ... take the photo ... get faster ... I'm afraid I can't stand it ... I can't finish it. "

Sirius heard him say that, and knew that things could be worse than he thought.

In fact, even though Sirius is usually a person who is not interested in others, he knows the identity of the wizard.

This is the former ace black wizard striker of the Spanish Ministry of Magic. Just a few years ago, he was absorbed into the anti-black magic office of the International Wizarding Federation. His combat ability and experience in dealing with black wizards are excellent.

Not to mention, this previously had a supporter wizard team.

But now, the team is gone, and he himself is on the verge of death-to say that their team has not encountered any terrible crisis, Sirius is unbelievable.

That's right, even if you meet two such black pupil wizards at the same time, at least half of them should be able to escape? But now, the result can be said to be total extinction!

"How long can his mental state withstand dementia?" Sirius didn't hesitate anymore, knowing that the situation was urgent, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's not sure," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute."

Sirius heard that after slightly nodding his head, he decisively stretched out his wand against the forehead of the almost mortal blow.

Then he leaned down again, staring at each other's scattered eyes and whispering:

"Photographing ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not a minute or even thirty seconds. After a short while, he straightened his upper body again, and it was already tightly wrinkled together. Meiyu tightened even more.

After he had digested the memory fragment of the other party in situ, he took a very serious breath.

"More ... too much, how could this be?"

In the more than twenty seconds just now, what he saw was a massacre like a hunting.

Dozens of black pupil wizards surrounded by unknown black matter, rushed in all directions from the alleys, intersections, doors and windows around the street where the team was located.

Just a few breaths of effort, a sharp spear like a spear shoots at the squad like rain, nailing all squad members, including the elite striker who finally ran out, to the road .

A penetrating wound on his abdomen was apparently caused by this.