Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ms. St. Guyana, I knew that you were wrong to prepare for this! In weather like today, some of you who can't sleep at night will choose to walk around ..."

At this moment, Maca was standing by a small building with a black umbrella. He lifted his head and crossed the umbrella to look high—it was a closed window, and because of the reflection, he couldn't actually see anything in the window.

But in fact, from here, the magic wave seeping from that room has been vaguely sensed.

"Yes, the young people today can't bear the loneliness, they will prefer the crowded daytime." Beside Maca, Santa Guiner whispered with another umbrella, "Oh, but you need to know I'm not too old in the clan. "

"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to participate in Professor Slughorn's little event the other day," Maca nodded, looking up casually, "He also likes to be lively ... I will let you know in advance He said, then maybe he will prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you? "

"I heard he's going to teach at Hogwarts again?" Saint Guyana smiled. "I would look forward to it."

Behind them, a teenager who looked up to seventeen or eighteen with his hands tucked in wet hair, looked puzzledly at Maca and Santa Genna.

He is also a vampire, and this place is where he brought Maca and Santa Genna.

Vampires are sensitive to fresh flowing blood, but more sensitive to magical blood. Therefore, they have rarely shot Muggles since ancient times, because in their view, the blood of wizards with a good magic content will be even more delicious.

Oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in blood "blood energy".

Okay, okay ... It's irrelevant to mention such irrelevant knowledge nowadays. After all, wizards are more powerful than vampires, which has always been a fact. It has never been easy to **** a wizard's neck.

To put it all, as Maca mentioned just now-he guessed that today there might be a vampire making a bend in the city of London, and the person he was following had appeared here.

If you want to ask some of the clues that are most likely to be grasped at present, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Association.

Then it turned out that his guess was right!

"Seriously, I thought we needed to get everyone around! But the result was better than I expected," said Maka, suddenly lifting her gaze and digging into her waist pocket. dig.

"Thank you!" He turned to the young vampire and said, "If you don't mind, I'll invite you for your 'breakfast' today!"

After all, Maca took out a glass tube of scarlet slurry and passed it to the boy who looked as big as him.

"This was originally for some little guys, but then I think they actually prefer to eat meat directly."

While he was talking, he stretched out his left and right sleeve sleeves and patted him, and shot back a few little black spots.

The boy nodded his head, hesitant to reach out and take the large test tube.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Maca shrugged, and then turned back again. "Ms. Santa Guiana, I think I should go up and see ... Oh, I'm bothering you today, I have to say, thank you very much."

"No, you don't have to, this is what we should do for you ..." St. Guiner pursed his lips and watched Maca head towards the back door of that building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should keep up? Mom always said that the more active and effective it is when chasing a man." Under the rain and mist, the young boy whispered to Saint Guinea.

But when Saint Guiana heard it, he gave him a quick glare.

"Don't call me 'grandma'!"

...

"The vampire's rank is really hard to understand."

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maca shook her head secretly while listening to the conversation outside. With such a feeling of homeopathy, he lifted his leg up the stairs.

According to the sense of magic, the guys who had escaped once under his hands were on the top floor of this building, so far there has been no change.

As he walked up, the closer to the source of the magic wave, and his perception of the target became clearer and clearer.

"... two less?"

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage taken away—Mr. Smith, the deputy director of the Owl Post Office at Xuegang Street, seemed to be lying inside.

"Make sure to live—" Silently walking to the door of the room, Maca said secretly in her heart, "This time I can't miss it like I did last time."

As he was talking, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the wall next to it.

There are some neatly arranged spells on the door, which take too long to crack. If there is a better breakthrough point, why should he pick the place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out and tapping slightly against a slightly yellowed wall, Maca held a spread in his right hand, and then dozens of small spiders quickly rushed into his palm and were held loosely by him. Hands.

And the next moment, when he held his fist straight to the part of the wall near the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the action of deformation.

"well."

The opposite side of the wall seemed to be a sofa or something, and a hole was apparently found here. Maca stretched her fist directly, and then put the shrinking alienated eight-eyed giant spider in her head.

After a moment, he no longer hesitated, and decisively waved to expand the hole to the size of a body. After removing a cabinet blocking the hole across the wall, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," Maca glanced around the room, and couldn't help laughing. "I think I should also teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

It didn't surprise Maca's expectations. The three people inside were completely petrified without exception-yes, even the unlucky Smith who was still lying unconscious on the table was included.

"Another bottle of Mandela resurrection potion is wasted," he muttered softly as he took out the bottle and poured it on Smith. "The main ingredients are not cheap at all."

While Maca was trying to awaken the hostages, the other two people in the room were looking intently at this side. At their feet, there were several small spiders crawling around constantly.

Obviously, this is the effect that Maca needs.

Before long, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a blank expression.

He first glanced at the Maca in front of him, and then turned his stagful eyeballs to scramble around, as if trying to figure out the specific situation he was in.

"Ah ... what happened ... what?"

The effect of the potion is still fulfilling its mission, which makes Mr. Smith finally awake, but it still takes a certain amount of time for normal activities.

"Remember?" Maca pushed the empty potion bottle back to her waist. "You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards at your doorstep."

"Oh, it's ... terrible," Smith said slowly, "are you a kidnapper?"

"I really hope that I am. In that case, I wouldn't have to wander around London in the rain." Marca sighed, and then looked down at each other's eyes. "My time is not too relaxed, So ... offended. "

The words did not fall, and Smithton, still recovering, felt his head trembled, and then his eyes became slightly dull.

Soon, Maca raised her head suddenly, sorting her thoughts with her eyes closed.

Just as he flipped through Smith's memory, he found exactly one. Since the time is not far away, the memory is still quite clear, and what is worthy of his attention is the conversation before the other half of the black robe wizard suddenly turned against water ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ It really started Infighting? "

After a short while, Maca thoughtfully glanced at the other two petrified "statues" in the room, and kept thinking about the conversation between Asa and Millian at that time.

Because Smith couldn't understand the words of the two, the memory of that conversation about the voice was vague. And this seems to be the time of Asaph, who did not care about the presence of Smith during the dialogue.

After pondering a bit, Maca turned around and walked towards one of the "statues" in the house.

"That sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban ... and my name," he walked, "but it doesn't matter if it's not clear, there aren't two more parties. Here it is! "

...

"hiss--"

Almost at the same time, in the south suburbs of London, near "Max Roach Park".

"Asa, what's wrong?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Million was holding an umbrella with Asaph, and hurried calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this moment, Millian suddenly found that the umbrella above her and Asa beside him stopped.

"That McLean must have found them."

Asa felt out of his pocket a piece of parchment paper cut into the size of a palm. As you can see, there were many personal names on that paper.

However, at this time, two of them had an unusual cold, so that the thick water vapor in the air had formed a thin layer of frost on the position of the letters.

"The chill was just like the tip of a knife stuck in my thigh," Asa looked at the parchment paper, which was condensing frost marks, and the wind was constantly shaking the parchment paper. Signs of loss of life. "