Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The night was getting thicker in the cold air. The frosty and snowy roofs and chimneys, dry tangled tree branches, and even the sculptures on the store eaves seemed to fall into the mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade has always been like this.

It was cold and shaded everywhere, and at night it became indistinct and a little scary.

But the two bars here, in each night, use the dim red light coming out of the windows to bring a touch of warmth to the guests in the evening.

With a magical creature in his hand, Maca walked slowly down the street and walked towards the pig's head bar on the other side.

In Hogsmeade Village, the three broom bars and pig's head bars are located right at the head of the village and at the end of the village. The types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other.

These days, Hogsmeade is no longer snowing, and the horizon has become much wider.

Maca looked around, and soon saw the light of fire falling on the snow.

Turn right at an intersection, and the old bar that hasn't been repaired for many years immediately caught his eyes. Looking at the tattered signboard, it's a bit overkill.

Pushing in the door, Aberforth in the bar glanced at the door at random as a dull crackling bell sounded.

"Ok?"

Aberforth's beard face moved slightly, his eyes widened a few points.

"good evening!"

Maca greeted her with a smile and looked around by the way, but found that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth's eyes narrowed and his eyes narrowed.

"... good evening," he seemed to endure his anger, dryly. "Our shop does not welcome pets. You can tie it in and come in again."

Maca shrugged, "Did I hear that you like sheep? Look!"

He held the rope in his hand to make the sheep he brought turn around, and then patted the tail hard.

"Altay Big Tail Sheep! Come from a long distance in Asia ... Look at this perfect curve ..." He said, and slammed again, "This fat and round sheep's tail is so great!"

Aberforth listened, and twitched again.

"I like goats! Understood? Goats!" He said in a low voice. "Did you even bring a sheep, are you going to insult my greatest hobby of my life?"

"Isn't this good?" Maca looked down again, and slap again subconsciously.

"You kid, you don't understand the beauty of goats!" Aberforth pointed the wine glass in his hand to the bar, and pointed Anka angrily at Maca.

"Okay, okay ... I apologize, isn't it?" Maka shook her hand with a smile, pulled the sheep out again, tied it to the pillar at the door, and then came in.

"Butter beer," he pointed to the stove behind him, "help me?"

Aberforth drew out a bottle of wine covered with ash from under the bar, and took the wine glass to Maca in front of him.

"Hot yourself!" He said angrily.

Maca shrugged, pulled out her wand and ordered the bottle and glass. After cleaning it, she poured the butter beer from the bottle into the glass.

Immediately afterwards, he dragged the wand around the wine glass a few times, and with the flickering flames, the liquid in the glass gradually bubbled up.

Soon, the steam was rising from the top of the wine glass, and a thick buttery taste spread out.

"Another so-called genius ..." Aberforth muttered, "I hate geniuses."

"What's the matter with genius? Not all people," Maka laughed. "When it's bad time, no one can hide ..."

"Do you not deny that you are a genius?" Aberforth sneered at him.

"As far as I know, I want to deny that others need to agree ..." Maca said, taking a big drink from the glass, and then he took a sigh of relief. "The so-called 'genius 'It has never been self-proclaimed by the parties, so don't you understand if you see your brother?'

"He?" Aberforth sneered, "He was a genius at your age, and he was complaining about his lack of talent all day ..."

"... the older the humbler?" Maca said curiously.

"Huh ... how can this be said?" Abofu disdainfully said, "A 'genius', who will know convergence only when he has done stupid things! But unfortunately ... then it will be late!"

As Maca listened, she could not help touching her face.

This old man is right, not only his elder brother Dumbledore, but even he almost embarked on the self-righteous path of no return ...

"Huh ..." Maca thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said earnestly, "You're right! To thank you, when I come back next time, I must pick a goat for you!"

"Shut up!" Aberforth glared at him, "I don't want to hear the word" goat "in your mouth, like a ruthless kid like you, such a wonderful word is spoken in your mouth. An insult to it! "

Maca forced a row of foreheads and shook her head helplessly-this product is definitely not saved!

Just then, the door of the bar was pushed open again, the broken bell rang again, and a man in a black cloak strode in from outside.

"Go out!"

As soon as Aberforth looked up, he almost looked at him twice, and then roared immediately.

"Well?"

Maca turned her head and found that the man drank aloud at the door because of Aberforth, which seemed to be a dilemma. It seemed to be Snape.

"What's wrong?" He turned back, looking at Aberforth strangely.

"This boy came over and overheard someone else's conversation fourteen years ago, and I was blasted out!" Aberforth pointed to the doorway.

Maca turned her head and glanced at Snape again-everyone was wearing a hood! And ... fourteen years ago? Is this all recognizable?

"……time to go!"

Snape's voice sounded very irritable, and after leaving a word, he immediately turned and walked out.

Maca looked at Aberforth intricately, and couldn't help looking at it a few more times.

"You have such a good memory!"

He finished speaking, took the wine glass and breathed out, and then put down the wine and walked out the door, and Aberforth behind him just snorted impatiently.

The air outside was obviously much colder than the room, and Maca could not help shrinking her neck, before looking at Snape.

"Still using me to take you there?" Snape frowned. "With your ability, don't you need it?"

Maca shook her head with a bitter smile and said, "It's not impossible, it's always a deviation from the goal, no matter how you try ..."

Phantom movement is not a spatial movement, and it cannot be solved by calculation alone. It is more a long-range movement that relies on memory and perceptual remnants.

For the average wizard, it is enough to do it by feeling. But if Maca relies on feelings to cast a spell, she will always drift.

At least, until he has studied the broken ruled runes contained in the Phantom Shift spell, he can never rely on accurate calculations to correct the offset of the coordinates.

"As for what went wrong, I still don't understand ..." He helplessly spread his hand.

"You better figure it out early."

Snape said, reaching for Maca's arm and grabbing it. After a twist, the two disappeared immediately.

...

Coming to Riddle House again was another feeling.

As for Voldemort, Maca had lost the confusion about the unknown at the beginning, and now he probably knew the secret behind Voldemort's resurrection.

As for whether he should continue to explore the "confused monument", he also has preliminary plans.

The original plan had been terminated, but part of it could still be implemented in the current situation. It's just that he won't do anything until everything is understood thoroughly.

Following Snape, after he pushed open the slightly worn door knocker, the two walked together into the hall.

"Hisse--"

A giant snake that was comparable to the original basilisk entangled in the hall. It was obviously the snake named "Nagini" raised by Voldemort.

The last time Maca was here, it was not here, but this time he was bumped into it.

Although it's not clear what Voldemort ... or the Bewitching Stele did to it ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ But since it can become so big, it has obviously grown up.

It seems that the average wizard sees it only for running.

In the darkness, Nagini's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, wrapped in a lot of black gas like a black dead, and looked fierce, but hidden savvy.

Maca didn't understand the Snake Cavern, so she didn't understand what it meant by hissing. Judging by the behavior of this snake, it is obviously not difficult to guess-it seems to instinctively do not want to be near here.

"How much less stupid than Alagok?" Marka pondered, "Is this a Basilisk transformed by Voldemort?"

"Don't guess the greatness of the Dark Lord at will!"

Unconsciously, Snape was already in the play, and at the moment he criticized Maca seriously.

Maca only shrugged, then stopped looking at the serpent, followed Snape up the stairs, and walked upstairs to the study.

"Tuk Tuk"

Two light and cautious knocks rang, and the Death Eaters in the study turned their heads alertly, looking over the door.

Sitting at the other end of the long table, Voldemort, who closed his eyes and nourished himself, suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared with the last time, there was a strange black flame in his pupil, which was beating constantly, looking strange and abnormal.

"Come in."

His voice also seemed to have a husky sensation, as if he had not drank water for a long time, dry and solemn.

With his words, the door of the study was opened slightly, and Snape walked in first.

"Master, Makar McLean is here."

The words didn't end, and even the Maca hadn't even come in, all the Death Eaters opened their eyes immediately and stared at the deep and dim door hole carefully.