Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Look! Look over there! The master is fine!"

For a moment when the Death Eaters were all silent, a lot of black gas suddenly appeared around Riddle House. The black gas seems to appear out of thin air without any warning in advance.

But I saw that the black gas was more and more, and it didn't take long to cover the sky. There was also a kind of evil and horrible faintness.

Mr. Blois frowned, but didn't move. He didn't come here to fight with Voldemort this time, let's just watch it change!

That being said, his wand had pointed steadily to the ground.

"This is ... Could it be said ..."

As soon as he thought of the dozen or so dark human figures, Mr. Blois suddenly thought of something bad.

Just in case, he is still ready for a big fight.

At this moment, the dark air suddenly retreated and quickly condensed into a ball. The next moment, a human-shaped monster wrapped in black gas, beating like a black flame, appeared in silence.

Yes, Voldemort also showed this form when he fought against Dumbledore, but Dumbledore broke it down with a beam of magical light that contained rules.

Only this time, Voldemort's state seemed a bit wrong!

"Well ... wow ah ah ah ah"

He was hanging in the air like that, his black flame-like head dangled slightly, and a terrifying roar came from his hair, which seemed to imply some kind of painful pleasure.

"Hmm ... finally not! This is the body of my Dark Lord! You can never take it away! Hmm ... Hmm ... ah ah ah"

In that weird and inexplicable self-talk, the black flame of Voldemort suddenly earned, his hands suddenly opened out as if he was breaking away, and his head was almost ninety degrees.

With the last fierce and roaring roar, the flaming black flames suddenly exploded, dissipating in the air with nothing left.

Voldemort ... or, Tom Riddle's body appeared again.

"Huh!" He snorted coldly, his eyes full of coldness and arrogance. "Mine is mine. You also want to rob me of the Dark Lord's body with a broken stone?"

Voldemort murmured to himself, meditation for a moment, then looked towards Blois.

"Your magic is good ... very good," he said coldly, "I believe now, if you can help me to capture Hogwarts Castle and kill Albus Dumbledore, then this transaction can be negotiated. ! "

As he said, Voldemort paused for a moment, and then he waved, "Please, there is something about bloodline transformation, we can go to the house to discuss ..."

Mr. Blois heard the words, gave Voldemort a deep look, and finally nodded.

To be honest, he originally wanted to be a semi-compulsive. In his eyes, Eric Blois, there is no such thing as a black devil in Britain.

But now he finds out that the things involved are really impossible to underestimate.

In fact, if at all possible, he doesn't want to continue doing anything at this moment. Although it may not beat Voldemort right now, but if ...

However, there are certain things that must be done! He can die, but the one he cherishes is the one he wants to save, even if it pays all the price!

He Eric de Siz Blois, will do everything in his lifetime to completely resolve the curse that has been entangled in the Blois family for thousands of years!

But this is not for the family, but for her!

He nodded firmly in his heart, and then Mr. Blois stepped forward, striding towards the gate of Riddle House, which had collapsed for almost a half.

The moment he stepped inside the portal, the huge stone giant behind him instantly collapsed and turned into a pile of mud and stones of different sizes ...

...

Just as the battle between Voldemort and Blois had just subsided, Maca, Luna, and Mr. Lovegood were standing at the school gate of Boothbatten, saying goodbye to the sisters Drakul.

At this moment, it ’s almost mid-month, and Lockhart ’s “Personal Audition” is in full swing. He should also go back and help him, by the way, practice some special magic that will be used in the “Trial” Just a moment.

In addition, of course, there are related studies on the Bewitching Monument that need to be completed as soon as possible. Although he was not just playing during this time, after all, his efficiency was still relatively low.

Even if the summer vacation of other people's children has just begun, it ’s almost the end of Maca ’s summer vacation.

After Furong and Gabriella both turned away, Maca turned her eyes to Luna's side.

"Luna ... Mr. Lovegood ... Let's make a difference here too! I have to go to Demstrom Castle ..." Marka thought for a moment, "If Luna ... In case of accident, we may have to see you again at the beginning of school. "

"Huh?" Luna nodded slightly, her head crooked.

Marka looked at her old-fashioned look and couldn't help smiling slightly.

"Uh ..." He suddenly reached Luna's ear and whispered, "I will miss you."

Luna didn't even realize that she was being teased by a little bit, and she still nodded naively, and then she gave a sweet smile.

"I will too."

She answered so carefully, but made Maca a little embarrassed.

"Oh! Marka ... can you go by yourself? Is that okay?" Mr. Lovegood asked a little bit worried.

Maca waved her hand and signaled that she was perfectly fine.

But when Mr. Lovegood took his daughter Luna Phantom to leave, Maca still couldn't help sighing that he couldn't phantomize, sometimes it was really inconvenient!

He decided that every time he went to a place, he would make a door key, so that he wouldn't have to go back to the plane.

After rethinking it and found that nothing or anything seemed to have fallen, Maca hurried to the airport and flew to the country where Durmström Castle was located that day.

...

Fort Blois, Paris, France.

At the top of a tower in the castle, a touch of frosty white snow swayed gently in the wind, constantly changing its attitude as the wind moved.

This white immersed in the faint sunset and quietly appeared a little Jingying.

It was Willie Blois, a girl who seemed to never show a trace of expression.

At this moment she leaned down on the edge of the table, quietly looking at the distant landscape in the distance, but her heart was clear and clear, as if the crystal ball had been washed.

Behind her, a huge dragon head protruded slightly, sending out a dull roar.

Suddenly, a slight roar sounded above Blois, and Willie raised her head slightly, just to see a dimly visible thing dragging a long white mist across the air and flying all the way to the distance.

Willie blinked gently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but underneath them were a pair of indifferent eyes.

"... Maca."

Her blessing murmured to herself, her gaze followed the high-altitude plane to the distance, and she couldn't see it. Then she looked at the sky and continued to stay.

Life at home has always been this way, plain and simple, without thinking about anything. Willie's habit of being dazed when nothing is happening is exactly the same.

But recently, she is not just in a daze. In her mind, there is one very important thing that she should worry about.

This matter is related to Maca, but it has nothing to do with Maca.

Of course Willie couldn't figure out such a complicated thing, she never thought about it. What she hoped for was just to live well and live a peaceful life.

She didn't want to attract anyone's attention, and she would not take the initiative to pay attention to anyone.

That's what she thinks of since she started at Hogwarts. She went to Hogwarts to school, just to have a place where she could easily plant all kinds of flowers and plants.

"... It's all over anyway."

For Willie, she was destined to be a passenger in other people's lives ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This was not her choice, but she didn't hate it.

My father was anxious for this, but she was not upset at all.

Perhaps if this kind of thing happened to other girls, the idea would be very different from her; but she did not reject this so-called "bad luck" at all.

In Willie's view, as long as she can look at the world more, she is completely satisfied.

In the long history of the Blois family, the "curse" continues, and she is not the first, but maybe the last.

If other girls would be pained by it, then it would be over.

"But, Maca ..." Velly said to herself suddenly, "... will he ... sad?"

For this boy who forcibly broke into his life, Willie didn't know how to get along. No, she doesn't know how to get along with anyone.

This has nothing to do with the so-called "bad luck", which is entirely due to Willie's nature.

But even if she didn't understand at all, how should she interact with others, and even a little did not like to contact with others. But for Maca, she never felt any obstacles.

It was a very natural and delicate feeling, as if the two were together, they would not interfere with each other, and they could coexist without any fear.

Unconsciously, Willie silently accepted Maca's existence.

To this day, when she watched her father go out in a hurry again, she remembered what was about to happen to her.

However, the first thing she remembered was the faint figure of Maca.

"... He must be ... not sad."

Willie tried to use her simple thinking to draw an incomplete period to this story that is destined to have no ending.