Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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As soon as the door was opened, Maca saw a familiar face.

Fanny has a good temperament, and her appearance is certainly not bad. It's just that she looks serious all day, and usually treats people coldly, often giving people a feeling of not being in touch.

"Someone is dead, the shaman who was not good at you yesterday--" Fannie quickly closed the door, and then said quietly, "Taylor's."

Look! Everyone does not change his face and heartbeat when he is dead. It really doesn't look like a woman.

"The smaller one? Still the big one?" Maca frowned slightly and asked immediately.

"big."

Fanny answered his question succinctly.

Maca was quite surprised that someone had died one night before she went out one night. No matter how fierce the fight was in the dark, it wouldn't be a killer that night when he arrived at Booth Barton.

But the thought that he had a meeting with the two of Tyler's in the old butler's room yesterday, there was an extra layer of doubt here.

With such careful consideration, Maca quickly came up with two speculations: Otherwise, the forces of old hatred with the Taylor family wanted to take the opportunity to stir up the water, or some conspirators would be green. The tip of his staff pointed at him Maca McLean.

"Mr. McLean, didn't you go last night ..." Probably to see Marka so calm, Fanny started to doubt, "Sir, do you need me to try to spread some words and disturb the sight of other forces?"

She said that, apparently, she had killed Maca on the spot.

Not to mention, I didn't return all night yesterday, and it happened that someone had found a dead body early this morning.

However, in the dispute over rights, it is too common to die. Fanny was able to climb to the position of family manager, but she didn't know what was going on, because she soon planned to follow the usual methods and tried to stir the water thoroughly.

"No, it's nothing to do with me," Maca said, shaking her head slightly. "I wasn't in the castle at all last night ... you did the right thing, but before that, we can explore the truth. Um ... Did you really see only one dead person? "

"Yes," Fanny nodded surely. "It's the male wizard who has been with the Master of Taylor's family. There is no sign of death."

"It is not out of the question if that guy is alone." Maca narrowed her eyes for a moment, then he waved, "Go! Let's take a closer look!"

When the situation is not yet clear, his active appearance is also a way to disturb others' attention. So he had to get to the scene as quickly as possible, lest someone deliberately throw out some bad news for him while he was away.

Fanny led the way, and soon Maca came to a corner in the corridor, only to find that it was full of people. It was easy to see over the heads of the wizards, and Madame Maxim, who had just separated from him, hurried. Her unusually tall body makes her stand out from the crowd.

In the air next to her, a translucent white shadow floated, which was naturally the ghost of Hohenheim's house, Mr. David.

"When I was passing by, people were not as many as they are now ..." Fannie looked at the crowded hallway and whispered quietly beside Maca, "Mr. McLean, I need to ask them to make way ?"

Marka waved her hand uncontrollably.

"Mr. Blois often do this?" He said helplessly, "I'm not as big as him, but I dare not bother you to open the way ... you wait."

He said, taking out two large and thick magic books from his waist and throwing them at his feet. Most of the people in front were looking forward, but no one noticed his little movement.

"Come, stand up—" Marka stretched out her hand, motioning to Vanni to put her hand on her arm, "I took you there."

After all, he took the lead in one of the books, and hovered exceptionally skillfully a few inches from the ground.

When Fanny heard it, she guessed what Maca wanted to do. The use of floating spells to fly things is not something that ordinary wizards can play. Everyone knows that it cannot be used directly on themselves. Therefore, wizards in the past only invented magical items such as flying brooms and flying carpets, in order to be able to operate stably and accurately in the air.

But in a determined spirit of work, Fanny stepped on another floating magic book with a little nervousness. When she felt a solid feedback from her feet, her eyes widened and a look of astonishment appeared.

She is also an excellent witch brought up by the family. Although she has been working hard for the family's work in recent years, her magic foundation is still very solid. So she can at least understand that Maca's ability to control the floating spell has reached a level that can be fine-tuned in sync with her weight.

Standing on the suspended magic book, it was like down-to-earth, and this wonderful feeling made Fannie unable to help and stomped her right foot again.

"Don't hesitate," Maca hurriedly stopped, "Although I don't read this book often, it is also a book!"

Fanny instantly realized how wrong she was, and immediately nodded slightly, carefully standing on the book and no longer dared to move.

When Maca saw that she was standing with her arms up, she simultaneously controlled the two books to slowly rise into the air, floated over the crowd, and slid to the inside very stably.

For a moment, the wizards subconsciously crooked their heads, and then looked at Maca and Fanny as they walked forward.

"Who was it? Then ... oh! McLean of Hogwarts!"

"Float spell?"

"Look what I see-two people flying on the books? Is this a new flying product?"

"One is" Simple Spells of Muggles ", and the other is" Magic Defense Theory "... I have read both, both of which are unreadable."

...

With a lot of people talking, Maca came to the corner of the corridor ahead. Fanny, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel that this was not bothersome to others, but in a high-profile way, it was more conspicuous than letting her go.

"Mrs. Maxim, what is the situation?"

Of course, Maca didn't pay attention to the sight of others. As soon as he got to the place, he looked at the corner of the corridor corner while asking.

Sure enough, the guy with the gloomy face yesterday fell to the ground.

I saw him leaning obliquely on the root of the wall, his arms dropped on both sides of his body, his head pulled down weakly. And his legs stretched straight forward like this, slightly spreading to both sides.

The bangs on his forehead are a bit long, and coupled with his bowed head, those who are standing in front can't see what the expression on his face looks like. Maca was hanging in the air at this time, and he could only see his back.

But the magic that light sensed in his body was constantly escaping, and Maca knew that this guy must have died a long time ago.

"I don't know, I'm just here." Madame Maxim looked at the floating Maca, her face still as solemn as before.

As early as the top three, she has already seen Maca's ability to step on the flight. Naturally, she will not show any surprises. On the other hand, Mr. David, the ghost, looked back and forth on the magic book at the feet of Maca and Fanny, wondering if it was some kind of very creative flying tool.

"Is his magic wand still there?" Marka thought for a while, "maybe there are some clues left unclear."

"It's still there, but I don't think there's any trace left on it," Madame Maxim shook her head. "Look! It's inserted well inside his robe! It seems to have been beaten I was taken aback and didn't have time to pull out my magic wand ... "

To be honest ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ According to the situation that Maca saw outside the room of the old butler Edward at the time, the wizard of the Tyfler family was still very responsive. Even if they are sneakily attacked, they may not be knocked down without resistance. It was because of this judgement that Maca took her kick very fast at that moment.

"I was too heavy at that time?" He murmured secretly.

In fact, it makes sense to think about it, although this man's death was not the hands of Maca, it may be inextricably linked with him.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the crowd, and it seemed that someone was talking inside. Marka gave a sharp glance back, her face was normal, but her eyes were constantly patrolling in the crowd.

Since someone killed someone last night, there must be some rumors today. This method is very common and even somewhat cliché. The more people available, the more it shows that it is very easy to use. Not to mention whether those rumors can lead other forces, at least it must be used to create confusion, which must be significant.

He is most concerned about who this rumor will be related to. Is he Maca McLean? Or some other force?

Most of the wizards present were members of various forces, and very few participated in this heritage event in their personal names. It can be said that a large part of people's heads are not rusty, and judgments of sudden conditions naturally have their own ideas.

It can be seen that many people remain silent, in a state of indifference. Only a small number of people are gradually showing a hesitant look, but their eyes are directly on the side of Maca ...

"No, not myself."

Maca found that all those sights had fallen on Mrs. Maxim, who was beside him!