Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "... A strange old man who lived here before was a herbalist, but it didn't seem to be famous-at least I'd never heard his name anywhere else."

"He never married his wife and gave birth to a child, and devoted his entire life to the poisonous tentacles. Well ... finally died under the thorns and poison of the poisonous tentacles."

On the Hudson River is an old house that Muggles can't see.

Last night, the two sisters, Rio Livi and Abigail, came into the neighborhood with the phantom of Sirius and came to this clean, but empty house.

The scenery here is wonderful, the grass and the fragrance of the earth are everywhere, and you can see the river surface that is not far away. Except for the upwind of this small slope, there is really nothing wrong with it.

At the back of this old house, a small garden was surrounded by the original owner with a wooden fence, but no one took care of it all year round, and it was already filled with weeds.

"Now, it's in the garden behind that--" Olivia sat by the window in the room, enjoying the rising sun just now, and said, "You used to be full of poison there." Tentacles, no one dares to go in! "

"……is it?"

Sirius was half-lying and lying on the bed, squinting his eyes against the pillows to avoid the slightly harsh sunlight outside the window.

"Yeah!" Olivier sat in a chair, lingering and said, "I was still studying in Ifahuni and I didn't learn poisonous tentacles! For this purpose, I went to the library to check a lot of information ... ... It turns out that the leaves of poisonous tentacles are valuable! Each piece is worth 35 Dargot! "

"Oh, that's really expensive," Sirius responded casually.

The 35 Zhuo pots in the North American magic world are also equivalent to 10 gold gallons in the British magic world-that is indeed quite expensive, but Sirius is not very interested in the topic of poisonous tentacles right now.

The middle of the night passed, and the sky was already bright, but his physical condition did not improve at all. Although he had overused the curse in his escape, and had withstood an attack from the black mist, it would not be what it is now.

Olivier had already given him a potion, and most of his trauma was gradually improving, but he still couldn't cast half a spell-the ability to make a feather float is gone.

The anxiety in his heart could hardly conceal the thought of something urgent to do.

Earlier this morning, and not long ago, Sirius asked Abigail to post a letter for him.

It was actually a very kind and good girl. Although she said something indifferent to her mouth last night, she helped him take the robe out.

But unfortunately, before the outer robes were put to real use, they encountered the enemy.

"... It's not bad to be able to escape smoothly."

Thinking of it, Sirius shook his head.

At that time, when he was chased by himself, he deeply felt the power of that weird black mist. He was once forced to phantom shift for a short distance, but was unable to focus his attention to manifest further.

It's fast, it's resistant to spells, and it's surprisingly strong. That kind of ridiculous thing can't be dealt with by one or two wizards alone-even the Ministry of Auror.

So when Abigail came upstairs to inform the enemy, he immediately asked them to start a long-range phantom shape to escape there.

It seems that his choice was correct. At least he didn't harm the two girls, which is the best proof.

"... The poisonous tentacles are very aggressive, and they are their seeds. If they are left untouched, they will also slam!"

Olivier was still talking about the topic of poisonous tentacles, as if she would not get bored when singing a one-man show.

"Oh, right?" Sirius forced himself to wait patiently.

To be honest, this is the first time that he feels that his strength is really insufficient. Even if he faced several Death Eaters in the past, he could still keep the force of evacuation at all times, far from being as embarrassed as this time.

"Later, whenever I take a vacation, I often come here with Abby for a few days ..."

Olivier leaned against the window, bathed in the warm sunshine, and gently talked about some things. Looking at her pure smile, the depression in Sirius' heart seemed a little calmer.

...

On the other side, Abigail has returned to Jackson Square, where she is now filling out a delivery form at the Owl Post Office.

Yes, the North American magic world also uses owls to send letters, which has always been the case.

In fact, she should n’t do the delivery today, because she had been seen by a “bad guy” last night.

But if you give this to your own sister, that would be the biggest disaster-no one knows better than Olivier's unreliable sister!

Therefore, although she still had anxiety in her heart, since she had accepted the letter delivery, she had to do it for others.

Judging from the situation last night, the man should not be a bad guy.

"... but you have to go back as soon as possible!" Abigail muttered softly as he filled out the list.

It was taken for granted that she was not only worried that she would meet the bad guy last night, but also worried that her sister and the man were alone.

But think of it this way, the nib in Abigail's hand suddenly gained momentum.

"No, or ... I shouldn't worry about them?" She thought, crooked her head.

Speaking of which, Abigail and her sister are quite a few years old! To this day, Olivier is also the oldest, and it is time to find a man to marry and have a few children.

It's not to say that no one likes her own sister. In fact, at the time, Olivia had never been short of seekers. But in her personality, none of them succeeded in chasing her.

Over time, those men had given up and started their own businesses, and Olivia finally became one of the brightest women left in the American magic world.

"Leaving aside the man's troubles, at least it still looks very flavorful ..." Abigail thought with his chin in mind. "Well ... no, no, the premise is out!"

At the counter of the post office, the receiving staff stared at Abigail expressionlessly, the ink on the postmark stamp held in his hand was dripping.

"Ah-" Abigail suddenly turned back and smiled embarrassedly, "Immediately! Immediately!"

She hurriedly completed the mailing list, and after confirming it again, she hurriedly handed it to the counter staff. I saw that the other person did not hesitate to postmark it, and then threw it into the letter basket behind him, which was considered to be temporarily processed.

After delivering the letter to the post office, Abigail quickly walked out of the post office lobby. She stood on the steps at the entrance of the hall and hesitated, but finally gave up the plan to go home and take a look.

Anyway, it is necessary to postpone the business trip, and leave your luggage at home! She was about to leave here in a phantom, but suddenly there was a cold behind her, and then she found that she couldn't move.

"Sorry, this beautiful lady ... please follow me!"

A sound that sounded quite mild sounded behind her, and then she felt a blankness in her mind, and an unparalleled sense of happiness rose in her heart.

"Follow me."

It was that voice again, but this time it sounded in her heart. The voice seemed to have some irresistible magic that made her involuntarily want to obey.

No, or rather, she didn't want to resist at all. Because she felt that she could only be happiest if she obeyed that order.

Immediately, Abigail turned around and followed behind a young wizard in a delicate wizard robe, and gradually walked away in a certain direction.

This young wizard is naturally Maca. When he left Jackson Square to track Joshua last night, he did not retrieve all the eight-eyed giant spiders that had been searched out. Who knew that when he came back here with his children early this morning, he got some pretty good news from the mouth of a little guy.

At the post office, a witch with Sirius's body appeared.

According to Maca's understanding of arachnids, whether they are magical or ordinary creatures, spiders' sense of smell is definitely not sharp. The harvest this time can only be described as a coincidence.

Just now, when Maca saw the little girl directly, he finally confirmed that there was no deviation in this clever merger.

Last night he only saw one of those two wizards, and he ran away for her. Why would she dare to show up here today?

Maca, who has always been suspicious of things like "luck", really wanted to say lucky this time.

He took Abigail, who had his soul-crushing spell, and walked down the street to the West End. As the number of pedestrians around them gradually decreased, it didn't take long for them to reach the humble shed.

This is where Joshua proposed ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ to just place those children temporarily. After all, the baby eight-eyed giant spiders of Maca around Jackson Square are now patrolling and monitoring. Naturally, the security level is higher than elsewhere.

"Squeak--"

Maca pushed open the door and walked into the shed. There were more than a dozen children sitting or lying in the small space, which made the place look a little crowded.

He walked into the door, then stepped aside. Abigail's face was sullen behind him, and she saw her eyes go straight forward for a few steps, then stood at the door blankly.

With a casual wave of Maca, the door of the shack closed again.

"Hungry? Eat something first--"

He took out his staff and gently pointed at the round table in the middle, and immediately a large bread basket emerged out of nothing, filled with all kinds of freshly baked bread.

Beside the basket, several pots were steaming hot, a wonderful milk fragrance was flowing from the mouth of the pot, permeating the entire house.