Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

That was still the voice of Bano. The old owner heard this age now when he was young. But the sound of that familiar voice, but now controlled by another unwilling will, threatened him instead.

Old Witt narrowed his eyes silently and said nothing.

At this moment, the members of the Wit family were a little stunned.

Most of them can understand that the old butler Bano who made everyone respectful in the past is afraid that it is no longer him. But even if they knew, what should they do?

All eyes were on the homeowner, everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

"I--" "Mr. Witte."

After a short silence, Old Witte seemed to have made a decision. But before he could say a few more words, Maca suddenly interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Witt," Marka glanced at Helber not far away, calmly, "Can he threaten you this way, isn't it because I'm here? If I said, I'm not in your Witt's house today. Di found his presence ... Do you think you can assist me? "

He didn't say anything to ask Old Wit to assist him, but he didn't even need to say, because everyone present could instantly understand his intentions.

"I didn't find it ..." Old Witte's lips moved slightly, and Ning asked, "Do you mean it?"

Maca shrugged immediately:

"Obviously, I don't need to deceive you in this kind of thing-since he still needs to force you to stand in line, I think there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you also know that in the United Kingdom today In the magic world, I can still say a few words! "

His remarks apparently gave Old Witte a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to follow Haierbo now, it is equivalent to opposing the entire magic world. As such a business that is basically harmful to the Witt family, he is naturally unwilling to do it as the owner.

But when Old Witte's eyes lightened, as if he had found a way out, Haierbo spoke again.

"McLean, this temptation, you did a good job. If I hadn't prepared enough for this in advance, I am afraid that today I will only retreat ..."

Haierbo was talking, suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"It's just a pity," he said. "The only thing the Witt family can choose from is my side!"

At the end, the corner of his mouth ticked back, revealing a somewhat infiltrating smile.

And the next moment, an obvious magic wave swept across this side hall, and the source of the unknown wave seemed to be ...

"You ruined the entrance to the black market?"

Macallo nodded, only a little calculation, then frowned.

"Difficult, do you want to completely take this black market as your own?"

"Humph."

Haierbo heard a laugh and immediately chuckled.

"Take it your own?" He shook his head, as if he had heard an interesting joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed too long and too long, and you can't imagine them for so long."

After hearing what he said, Maca suddenly realized a possibility.

"Do you mean ... it was your place here?"

After having this speculation, Maca couldn't help but quickly push back, who knew that the more he thought about it, the more likely it was. But there was one thing he couldn't figure out, and that was-why did Haierbo choose to settle down here?

Maca still remembers that Helbia's hometown is ancient Greece, and it's far from here! Is it just for close confrontation with the Big Four of Hogwarts?

Of course, Haierbo would not know what he was thinking. When he saw Maca, he said the answer, and he nodded. Look at his satisfied expression, as if he still appreciates Maca.

As to whether he really appreciates Maca, or only satirizes Maca, this is not quite accurate.

A few moments later, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again, paying little attention to the authentic:

"Want to come, do you also have" friends "here? Wouldn't it be nice to say hello to them? If you want to go now, maybe you can take some more people. After a while, they can It's not easy to leave ... "

Speaking of which, Haier Bo turned to the direction of the old owner of Wit, a pair of deep pupils were suddenly full of spirits.

"Look, I've left you some time, but I've actually left some space for myself. Otherwise, you've been consuming here, and I'm a little bit embarrassed."

When he said this, although he was watching Old Wit, the subject of conversation was still Maca. In fact, what he said can also be heard-for the ability of Maca, at least in this state, he is still alert.

As Maca listened, her eyes became sharper.

He saw the staff in his right hand stunned, and the cool rune flashed across it. It was at this instant that the temperature in this hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Witt family couldn't help taking a nap.

The next second, Marka stared at Haierbo's side and asked softly:

"Then, if I give you a little bit now ... Do you still feel embarrassed?"

"Oh, of course it will be difficult," Haierbo immediately turned his head again, staring at Maca's eyes, "and it will be" extraordinarily "difficult ... because of the current body, I It ’s not even possible to dodge. "

"It just doesn't make much sense to you or me, does it?"

Maca knew that the other party was right in this sentence. Haierbo, it is not so difficult to occupy other people's flesh in the state of remnant soul. The key lies in capturing the mental strength of the target.

In other words, it is difficult for him to easily obtain a high-quality body, and nothing more.

"Don't go yet? It won't be too late-at that time, don't blame me for not giving you enough time to transfer 'them'."

Seeing that Maca was still motionless, Haierbo persuaded "good intentions".

"... I'll see you later."

Maca paused, and then turned away, leaving behind everyone's sight a still cold air.

But as he left, the members of the Witt family, who were still hostile to him at first, sank. Because in the current situation, Maca's departure is not a good thing for their Wit family.

"Well ... Witt, do you know?"

Haierbo didn't even look at his homeowner at this moment. He just looked at the direction in which Ma Ka left, Wu Zi said:

"Seriously, he is the wizard who truly embarked on the magical road in this age than you, the younger generations who are not climate-friendly. If he is not Hogwarts ...

Speaking of half, Haierbo seemed to be out of interest and waved his hands quite carelessly.

"Follow me to the second floor of the basement," he said indiscriminately. "If time is needed, no one will ever be enough ... something should be prepared."

But when he saw him, he went in the direction of the corridor to see him like that, and he was more familiar with the mansion than the people of the Witt family.

...

When Haierbo went to the bottom of Witt's house and Maca hurried to race against time, Millian and the other three turned around around the Thames.

"Can't get in. Several entrances here have failed. What about yours?"

"Me too."

"It's the same over me!"

Under a bridge across the Thames, they each ran over from one direction, and the three came together again. But none of the three of them brought back any good news.

"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the other side of the exit from the black market ... or maybe they simply destroyed them."

Millian frowned, speaking a little puzzled as she said her guess. After all, in this short period of time, most of them will not be able to intervene in the matter of the Witt family.

"Do you need to report to the boss?" Asa pondered, and could not help asking.

But Millian shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss said that everything he should tell us is clear ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and after he returns, what we should do and how to do it is up to us to judge ourselves ... "

Mallory on the side heard a little surprise, because this was the first time he knew that there were still people behind the two who were in charge of the overall situation.

"Who are you talking about," Boss "?"

Not long ago, under the auspices of Asaph, Mallor had made an unbreakable covenant with Millian.

And under a solid confidentiality agreement, he can also be regarded as a "thief ship" on which they stepped on Millian. Some things, it is not necessary to keep him secret.

Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.

"You don't need to know yet." Asa just sent him off in just one sentence.

"In short, let's try other entrances. There are many entrances to the black market, and not all of them are connected to the exits in the middle of the street ... Find a way while looking for it!"

Millian said so, muttered in a low voice:

"Well, there is an anti-phantom manifestation spell in the black market ... I knew I would have made a door key first."

After a while, the three scattered on the barren beach again, and each chose a line that they hadn't walked to investigate one by one.

At this moment, rain and fog still lingered in the air, and the earth was covered with mist.

It's just getting dark, and it's gradually fainting. The neon on the street passed through the rain curtain, glittering with multicolored brilliance, making this world a little more psychedelic.

The black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttled back and forth in the rain curtain, as if silently telling, that the night view of London is still hazy as usual.

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