Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 1002: Lonely, regardless of good and evil

It was another day, passing quietly in the busy people.

As the sky became drowsy again and again, most Muggles and wizards who had worked hard for a day also left their workplaces, or went to the bar to drink a drink to clear out the whole day's fatigue, or returned home with their wives. Children enjoy the warmth of affection.

But, of course, there are always some people who do not start to live up until nightfall.

For example, security guards on duty night shifts, such as night school make-up teachers, such as the Aurors who are still bringing the Muggles in question back to the Ministry of Magic ...

For example, the ancient black wizard, which has disappeared again for the public, is our Mr. Haierbo.

It was just at night, in a small street park in a small town in the eastern suburbs of London.

In the daytime, this park is actually very popular with children nearby-there are a lot of facilities for children such as slides, seesaws, etc. There are also green lawns that sprout as the weather gets warmer.

But once at night, these things that look vibrant during the day will somehow be darkened by the night.

Occasionally someone passed by the park side, most of them would be quickened by the weird darkness and silence, and I ran to it in a blink of an eye.

And on this moonless night today, in this small park where few people would come at night, a dark shadow did not know when it appeared in the middle of the open space.

rustle.

There was a faint sound of friction from the ground ... the air in the park was agitated.

It was also at this moment that figure suddenly looked up into the sky. Even though it was cloudy tonight, no matter how you look at it, it will be completely dark, but the person seems to be able to see everything and cast his eyes to the sky.

The slight rustle continued, coming from under his feet. Not only that, the ground beneath him even shook gently before he knew it.

A few seconds passed, and it was probably the scheduled time, but saw that figure lifted his right foot stunned, maintaining the attitude of looking up and stepping down!

"Well."

It's not that hard, but it's just the level of lameness of ordinary people. But somehow, just the second that his foot fell steadily, the ground on which he stood actually went up.

For a moment, there was a slightly raised round stone plate-it was just like it grew directly from the ground, natural and wonderful.

However, after completing such a stone platform, the man did not move again.

Three minutes pass ... Five minutes pass ... Ten minutes pass. If someone was watching, maybe they had to wait impatiently, but the figure on the stone platform on the open ground still stood still.

Waiting for nearly twenty minutes quietly passed, the man finally seemed to feel something, and suddenly waved his right hand to the side of Shitai somewhere under his foot.

"Uh-"

A short scratching sound suddenly sounded, and a short mark was immediately added to the edge of the stone platform.

This snoring sounded like a signal before the hurricane. In the next few tens of seconds, we saw that person waved with one hand in rapid succession, and the short or long or straight or curved scores were The surface of the stone platform increased rapidly.

By the time the figure moved again and again, there was already an exquisite mysterious ancient array on a round stone plate.

After all this was done, the figure looked away from the sky and lowered its head to look at the enchanted formation it had carved.

After a while, he saw that he stomped gently again, and the land suddenly surged silently, gradually swallowing the round stone plate deep into the ground.

Soon, it changed back to its original appearance again. The ground was even flat, and it was completely impossible to see that weird situation just happened.

"Young man, if you don't figure it out quickly, you will be too late."

After saying so in the direction of downtown London, the figure flashed suddenly, disappearing with extremely weak spatial fluctuations.

...

Almost at the same time, there was a whole western suburb of London far from where Helber left, and another figure was walking silently on a certain street.

From time to time, a gust of night wind passed by, making the man wrap his broad trench coat slightly like other Muggles on the street.

Even if spring is approaching, the night is still a bit cold.

Obviously, this is the mysterious sorcerer who spy on Tonks in the dark during the day, and it is also the "false prophet" that has repeatedly attracted Maca's attention.

As he said earlier-those murders may indeed be Haierbo's, but the disappearances that are closely related to the bizarre murders seem to have come from this person.

As for why you should do that ...

No matter what you think, that's like giving the Ministry of Magic ... No, it should be a reminder to Maca deliberately. No matter why this person didn't tell Maca directly, instead of giving guidance around the circle, this was all helpful to Maca.

Now that Maca has identified the anomalies in the Muggle homicide, there is no longer any need to make the disappearances time-consuming and laborious.

"Ahem, it should be near here, I remember--"

It was still a slightly difficult cough, and it was still a slightly hoarse, thin voice. The figure slowly moving along the street stopped for a moment, and his gaze moved between the surrounding buildings, and it was obvious that he was looking for something.

But after a moment, the sight turned back to the block ahead.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. The light of the street lights can't disperse the darkness too far, so that the eyes are full of dimness.

The Muggles who were in a hurry under this night couldn't help speeding up their pace again and rushing to their respective destinations. Only the figure was walking and stopping, and there was a bit of incompatibility.

I don't know how long it has been in this neighborhood.

In short, when walking, the night got deeper, and the people on the street were finally gone. About that time, the figure in the windbreaker stopped for the first time.

And this time, it seems to have finally found its goal.

It was a three-story single-family house with a small garden near the street.

Just standing on the street and looking over the black fence, the lush foliage and trimmed bushes came into view. Even in the dark, the owner of the house still could see the garden vestibule. Take good care.

Unfortunately, the guest who visited tonight did not come to appreciate the gardening scenery.

"The black iron fence, lush trees, three-story house, yeah ... it should be here."

After a little confirmation, I saw the trench coat wizard opening the fence door.

Although there was a clean stone road in the vestibule, the uninvited guest turned a blind eye and turned to the flowerbed as soon as he turned around.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that he took out his wand and pointed to the flowerbed where the buds and buds were everywhere. With a surge, large swaths of flower seedlings and soil were ruthlessly turned aside.

It didn't take long for the good flower garden to become a large earthen pit, but the creator of the figurine did not seem to be satisfied, and the bottom soil was still being opened.

About ten minutes later, a series of coughing and wheezing stopped the transmission of magical power. Until this moment, the bottom of the pit still had nothing but dirt and gravel.

When the cough subsided, the figure clutched the placket of the front chest and waved the wand again while panting heavily.

This time, the opened soil was filled again, but the flower seedlings did not recover as usual. A piece of flowerbed that was once alive is now left with bare flat land.

"Huh ... keh ..."

Quit the wand quietly, and the eyes under the brim glanced silently over the dirt on the flowerbed. After pouting and shaking his head, the figure turned again and walked back down the street along the path it came from.

Except for the coughing sound, there was not much movement in the behavior just now, so it was natural to be exposed. However, if nothing is found, it means that the busy work is a waste of effort.

"Ah ... what's wrong?"

Gaze lingered on the garden side for a few more seconds, the figure standing under the street lamp turned back, and his gaze moved forward again.

There is no doubt that this is just a small corner around Greater London. Just as nobody noticed the appearance of Haierbo in the eastern suburbs, the whereabouts of this mysterious wizard was never seen by anyone.

When the night dew is deep, the far back reveals a sense of loneliness.

...

An absolute enemy is busy, and another who is not yet known to be an enemy or friend is also busy. If so, how could Maca be idle?

In the underground potion preparation room of Blake's old house, the glorious blue has replaced the darkness and filled the entire room.

And just in the blue magic light, the floating runes gently swirled, enclosing a group of gray and black materials that were continuously shrinking and expanding.

Maca stood still, holding his staff in his left hand, and recording some important information he observed on a floating notebook in his right hand.

After researching this period of time, he can be sure that this special substance is also the product of the rules of the soul ... well, more precisely, it is the product of the soul born through the action of the rules.

It is because of this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ that it can hide in the human soul almost perfectly, so that Maca also has to spend a lot of effort to get it now.

Then, what is the purpose of Haierbo's painstaking effort to keep this back hand?

Perhaps he had more than one purpose, but Maca knew that one of them was probably killing. Use Muggle's hand to slaughter the people around you, and then ... I am afraid to take the soul.

But what else?

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