Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Maca didn't get any useful information from the humble poor youth.

How could he know? In addition to wandering between fear and attachment every day, from the bedroom to the dining table to the dark dungeon, he spent every minute of his life in depression.

Recently the host will send him a task to order him to do some cruel things. He was scared. He didn't want to go outside the world where strangers were everywhere, but he had to accept it.

Other than that, life doesn't seem to be different, and he doesn't want to be different.

To this day, he was suddenly abandoned by his master. The reality came too realistic, but it made him feel like he had a dream. Dreams and dreams are two very different lives.

He didn't know what to do, and he was afraid of Maca. But without Maca, he has no idea where he should go or what he should do ...

In the monastery in the mirrored space, Maca walked ahead, while Joshua followed far behind, all in a state of overwhelming appearance.

"Is this the dungeon below?" Maca asked coldly, standing beside a trapdoor.

Joshua seemed to be startled, and after a moment of gurgling, he murmured "um."

Maca kicked the latch of the trapdoor, flipped the door, and walked down the wooden stairs. With the frowning "creak" sound, the surrounding light was gradually reduced, and eventually it was swallowed up by underground darkness.

Suddenly, a soft light broke the darkness in front of her eyes, and Maca lit the staff with a glowing curse.

The area of ​​this dungeon is unusually large. Looking away, there are no walls, all of which are made of metal with the thickness of child arms. There are single rooms that look small, and there are large prisons that can be stuffed into many people.

Relatively speaking, the ceiling is surprisingly low. If you have a taller person, you may have to bow to move forward.

Maca thought he should have been emptied, but he didn't expect to see a few small figures lying on the ground at a glance.

It seems that although the other party evacuated here, because the time was too tight, there was not enough room to take everyone away.

Maca turned her head and found that the shrinking young man didn't seem to follow him.

"Crack."

He walked to a cage door that could hold about five or six adults, and as he lightly walked with his staff, the large lock with a curse on the iron fence door immediately popped open the tongue.

As he opened the fence door, Maca slowly entered the prison.

There is only one person here, a little guy up to ten years old. You can't tell whether it's a boy or a girl, so dirty, and full of scars.

The little man was lying on the dirty ground with his hair shaved, and he could not move, but his slightly undulating body was obviously alive.

"Little guy, wake up."

Maca reached out and patted the other's arm. The wounds were bruising, the wounds still had dry blood stains, and the dust was solidified into a terrible black-red.

He took two shots, but the child didn't mean to wake up, and still unknowingly fell to the ground.

But his words alarmed the girl who was not far away in another small cell. In fear, the iron chain on the opponent's foot hit the iron pipe of the cage, and a "crisp" sound was made.

The noise seemed particularly harsh in this dark and silent dungeon.

Maca turned her head, but saw that the girl had shrunk into the corner of the other side, and seemed to want to stay away from him as much as possible.

Looking at the girl for a moment, she did not immediately go over there, but instead turned back to turn the child on the ground over.

It seemed that there was a reason for the child's delay in responding, because Maca saw a particularly serious wound on him.

It was a bruise that looked like he was beaten by a blunt instrument. From the clavicle to the chest, the swelling marks in blue and purple were quite obvious, and even some of them had ulcerated due to infection.

Just looking at the injury that showed no signs of healing, Maca felt that the child would have some value.

Not to mention that the so-called "master" is Greenward's secret subordinate, or it is simply Greenward himself. The reason why the other party imprisons children in large numbers is obviously to study the possibility of artificially producing tacit people.

Many years ago, when the shaman hadn't concealed himself as he does now, it is not uncommon for those who naturally produce silence to be.

At that time, those children with magical potentials could not be properly guided because of worldly prejudice against wizards.

Muggles are horrified by the power of magic. Not only do they hunt and judge adult wizards, they even raise torches and ropes in the hands of children who have just had a magic runaway.

So, in that dark age, the children whose magic was hidden inside were deeply suppressed.

Even if they know that they may be different from other children, they dare not reveal their true side; even if their parents know the abnormalities of their children, they will try to prevent their children from becoming "heretics".

Under the influence of the times, beating and scolding abnormal children has become the choice of some parents. They firmly believe that their children are not weird, and they refuse to appear weird.

And when the suppressed magic is interspersed with the children's negative emotions, and it is firmly pressed behind the heart. Some children choose silence in fear, while others have an outburst in silence.

The messy magic that blends negative emotions suddenly turns into a peculiar but uncontrolled energy when encountering severe mood swings.

Some wizard scholars think that it is also a kind of black magic, because it has all the characteristics required to be defined as black magic; while other wizard scholars think that it can only be regarded as a relatively negative magic phenomenon. Just like the generation of dementors, it can't be defined by good and evil black and white.

Now, someone obviously wants to hold this weird and powerful force in his own hands, transform the uncontrollable method into controllable, and use it to accomplish some unspeakable purpose.

If you want to fully control this power, it is obviously appropriate to start from its carrier.

Maca can easily imagine that the other party snatched before the magic school again and again, collecting these children who had experienced the phenomenon of magic runaway, and locked them in this mirror cage.

The upper floor here has a comfortable and warm living environment, while the lower floor is a spooky underground prison.

While experiencing heaven and **** in cycles, psychological inductions of the same nature are used, and experiments and adjustments are continuously performed to achieve the desired goals.

Born in this way is a freakish life like Joshua who has powerful power in the air but is fragile inside.

"... There is no more boring research project than this."

Maca opened the mouth of the child in front of her eyes, took out a bottle of trauma potion and poured it in.

The child apparently did not give in, so after receiving a potentially fatal injury, the "master" did not intend to treat him.

If it was this child, it might not be possible to know anything useful from his mouth. While waiting for the injury to gradually recover, Maca stood up and turned towards the **** the other side.

"Don't be afraid, can you talk to me?"

Maca didn't open the door immediately, but stood in the aisle outside and spoke. In the case of a metal fence door separated by the two sides, it may bring a little sense of security to the girl.

Even though this sense of security must be extremely limited, it is much better than face-to-face.

"Or how about escaping with me?" He smiled. "Of course, if you want."

The girl didn't say anything, she just stared at the ground in the corner, and then glanced at him every moment.

Like the child just now, the girl was wearing a shabby old dress, she was too thin and airy.

On her exposed skin, crisscrossed scars abound, which is pitiful.

The dirty face was buried in the shadows, and the hair stained with dust and blood was tangled and knotted, and the withered grass was generally scattered on the shoulders, exuding a sour smell.

Of course, the place itself doesn't taste good.

"Don't want to leave here?" Maca asked again after a while.

With his voice, the girl had shrunk significantly, all in a look of fear that he would run in and hurt her.

But after a few seconds, she suddenly spoke.

"……save……"

"It's okay, just say it well." Maca said as quietly as possible.

"Please ... rescue ... me." The girl seemed to be trying her best to agitate her dry throat and spit out the intermittent words, and the broken syllables could barely understand her meaning.

"……Ok."

Maca stared at her for a moment, and when her eyes slowly matched her eyes, Maca nodded slightly.

A click again ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Makara opened the iron fence door, walked slowly to her, squatted down and touched the top of her head. Although that long hair was full of stains, how could he care about these.

No, seriously, if you go deeper, the materials used to make potions are even more disgusting!

"Can you go by yourself?" Maca asked.

The girl nodded timidly, but quickly shook her head, and those clear eyes looked at the shackles and chains on her ankles.

Maca lifted her wand and knocked with her hand, and the heavy iron ring around her ankle cracked.

"Let's go, let's save the others--"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the outside aisle. In this dungeon, there are still some people abandoned here, most of whom are already dying children.

Behind him, the girl looked at the shattered shackles on the ground, and an inexplicable vitality appeared in her eyes. She looked up at the back who had walked outside the fence door, and hurried up barefoot.