Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Sirius still couldn't get out of this not-so-large house after all, just by the store shelves downstairs, his legs bent a little, and he fell on the floor again with a thud.

When Olivier and Abigail on the second floor suddenly heard a muffled noise coming downstairs, they looked at each other, and then quickly walked towards the stairs.

Abigail, who was walking in front, stopped abruptly at the entrance of the stairs, causing Olivier to almost hit her back.

"What's wrong?" Olivier asked in wonder.

Abigail didn't speak, she just shook her head slightly, then bent down and picked up something from the stairs.

"Your wand!" Olivier looked at it, and was surprised, "He wasn't--"

"I really don't know what that guy is thinking ..."

Abigail pursed his lips and shook his eyes, but soon re-pressed the awkwardness in his heart and raised his legs to continue downstairs.

But her steps seem to be faster than before.

"what!"

As soon as they came downstairs, Olivier was shocked.

The man lying on the floor was still trying to prop up his body. But the weak arms couldn't bear their weight at all, and the sound of breathing, which was originally inaudible, became intermittent.

"Stop!" Olivier couldn't care less. She hurried forward and raised Sirius' upper body. "Calm down and breathe slowly, don't try harder--"

"Hey!"

Just when Olivier was trying to persuade Sirius, but had little effect, Abigail sang through both eardrums at the same time.

"You guys of unknown origin, listen to me!" Abigail said loudly, "I don't care what your purpose is or what you want to do! All I know is that now you are like this, there is nothing Can't do it! Do you want to die in front of us like this? "

"... It's really adding unnecessary trouble to you ... sorry, I should ... die outside." Sirius whispered out of breath.

"Trouble? It's been a trouble since you fell at the back door of our house!" Abigail said angrily, "Don't understand? Do you have to do anything? If you die, you can Do it? "

"Huh ..." Sirius grinned, lethargic, "It's really ... I can't refute ..."

He paused and asked casually: "But is it really good to leave me a 'bad guy' at home?"

"It's not good at all!" Abigail said anxiously, and then waved his magic wand to the corner of the shop slightly, "floating to the air."

A dusty stretcher flew out of the corner, unfolded silently in the air, and landed next to Sirius and Olivier.

Olivier immediately reacted and moved Sirius onto the stretcher. Then, by Abigail's curse, the stretcher floated up again with Sirius, and followed Abigail's footsteps and flew upstairs again.

When Sirius was placed again on the soft and comfortable bed by the two, Sirius could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was too tired, but he didn't regret it.

The incident was quite urgent and the road was long and confusing. He did not want Hogwarts to be in danger for any reason. Because of his best brother's son, his godson, Harry lives in it.

To this end, he is willing to burn his last drop of value, and even his life.

But the girl named Abigail said right now that he couldn't die-at least he had to save his life until he achieved his purpose.

"You're lying down, I'll get a bottle of vitality tonic ..." Olivier said, trying to walk outside the room, but suddenly turned back and told, "Must lie down, understand?"

"Don't go, useless ..." Sirius shook his head weakly. "The vitality tonic just supplements the energy of the flesh. My situation is different."

"How the **** did you do that?" Abigail immediately asked the question she had always wanted to ask. "Is it some kind of curse?"

"In fact, I'm not quite sure ..." Sirius frowned slightly. "Should it be similar to ... the use of the spell?"

As he thought about his previous escape experience and the two weird black mists that he was chasing, he couldn't help thinking, but he couldn't catch the point.

The "black dead" in Maca's mouth that had previously attacked Hogwarts was a similar black gas. But compared to the kind of black mist this time, there are still no small differences.

But where is the specific difference, he really does not know where to start speaking.

"Ah!" Sirius, who was thinking, seemed to suddenly think of something, then turned his head and said, "Can ... trouble you guys?"

"What's the matter?" Olivier asked.

"Throw my robes out and find a humble place ..."

He remembered the big spider that helped him block two black mists-it was really a terrible big spider!

His curse had a poor effect on the weird black mist, but the spider could stop them all at once. Had it not been for the four black mists coming in different directions, I am afraid he would have escaped without any fear.

If you ask any guy who can tame that monster-like spider, he only knows three! One was Hagrid, the other was Dumbledore, and the other was Maca.

And ask that guy who can think of sending such a monster to protect himself secretly, who else can there be besides Maca? Only the kid would perturb such a dangerous big guy without hesitation, and tamed it silently.

Sirius, of course, didn't know that Maca was looking for herself in New York right now. He asked the sisters to hang out their robes, just trying to get the spiders to come.

Even if it was not possible, he could not give up trying. Because he was too weak right now, in the event of another attack, he could not at least let the good sister in front of him suffer misfortune for himself.

"Do you still have a companion?" Abigail looked hesitant.

"I understand what you think ..." Sirius sighed. "It's right not to trust a suspicious stranger, so forget it ... but in this case, you better throw me out, otherwise I will It will cause you trouble. "

"No way!" Olivier said dissatisfied, "You are my patient now! Dad has always taught us that we can't ignore any patient!"

"Don't my mother teach us, do girls need to protect themselves?" Abigail muttered, then shook her head helplessly. "You saw it, my sister is like this, everyone Don't try to persuade her ... I gave up anyway, you take care of yourself! "

She reluctantly finished the remark, and then sat down on the chair in front of her desk, but her eyes fell involuntarily on the damaged black robe next to her.

...

On the other side, Maca had left the bar and was walking down the street lit by dim street lights.

There is no dazzling nightlife on this small road that deviates from the city center, but only the empty stone road that quietly accompanies the night.

The slightly damp ground slammed on and it seemed to be because the uneven streets were still storing some residual rainwater.

He walked fast, because Sirius doesn't know where exactly, but the state must not be good. Maybe even dead.

But if the man is still alive, he must speed up and not let the other person wait too long.

Of course, there is another reason for him to go so fast. The reason was simple, because he had noticed someone following him after leaving the bar for a while.

That magic response was rather obscure and weak. If mixed in the crowd, he would probably ignore them completely.

Because it was so inconspicuous, even the magic response of the tree protection pot was stronger than them.

But now it was on this Muggle street that no wizard had. If he couldn't feel it anymore, he might as well drown himself in a meditation basin.

But anyway, it is definitely not good to have a game on the streets of Muggle. To get into trouble, you must first enter the "Jackson Trade Square" that the female reporter said.

When it comes to witches ’troubles, it's better to deal with them, so as not to cause any serious troubles.

However, the two behind him seemed a bit uncontrollable! Maca can feel that the opponent's actions are speeding up, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer.

Since you can't try to move the battlefield casually, then just rely on it!

"Quick."

There was only a flash of thought in his mind, and Maca's body suddenly leaned forward, and the moment when she stepped out, the amazing degree burst out suddenly.

The other party's response was quick, but he saw two black mist rising from behind a building behind him, and chased him straight from the air.

Maca glanced back at ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and her heart became clear.

"... Are they silent?"

To him, that degree is not fast. Although it is not enough to chase him, it is absolutely impossible to shorten the distance.

But he didn't want to get rid of those two guys. What a clue isn't it?

Maca kept walking and turned into the alley on the street at a rather high level, heading straight for the destination. When he met a corner in the front, he jumped on the wall a little bit, leaning over the wall and easily turned over.

Cross two more streets and you should see the entrance.

In the air behind him, the two black mists dragged their long tails rough across the roof of a house, setting off a masonry rubble. In those two black fogs, we can see vaguely the red spots of Mars flowing, which is indeed very different from the "Black Dead" known to Maca.

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