Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The streets of Italy have a striking color.

On the sides of the streets that are not too spacious, the buildings that are row upon row are many colorful. Even if you use the color boldly, there is not much sense of violation. In addition to the overflowing exoticism, even Marx can feel the precipitation from the Renaissance.

Just now, Marx has no intention of watching these wonderful streetscapes. His destination is Pachino, the southernmost tip of Italy.

It is a small coastal town on the island of Sicily, with low earthen walls and tile houses. A wide variety of potted plants and green vines that are covered with the exterior of the house make it look like a breath of life.

Wynie couldn't wait to slip off Marx's Nimbus 2000 and rushed to the door of a family. She just stared at a row of pots in front of the door, and no matter how Marx called her, she didn't move.

No matter what he said, Wynie’s answer was only one sentence – “wait a little longer.”

Seeing that the Xianyin potion has failed, the pedestrians on the side of the road are looking at it from time to time. Under helpless, Marx had to smile and walk towards the pedestrian nodded.

Maybe people just think that these two children look interesting, but Marx is not a hobby.

"Go ahead! If we don't leave, we will become a monkey in the zoo."

He grabbed Wynie's slender wrist and forced her to walk along the street.

He thought that Wynie would at least struggle, but Wynie was honestly pulled by him and came to the door of a hotel smoothly.

To speak Italian English, the popularity is obviously not enough. What's more, two children in their teens came to the hotel to stay, how to see how it was like a joke.

Under helpless, Marx gave the hotel Boss a "Confundus Charm" as a gift, which will finish the check-in process. Fortunately, it has long since left the monitoring of the Ministry Ministry of Magic, and there is no scruples in the use of the curse.

"Go and practice the Disapparation curse..." Marx looked at the sky that was dim outside and muttered to himself.

Wynie has settled down and lives next door to him.

Now, he has found the trick to deal with Wynie. Just give her a pot of plants, no matter what the breed, she can stare at it for an hour or two. What's more, Marx showed her not one or two plants, but his own new medicinal herb.

Compared to the original Christmas gift, the content of this new book is more fulfilling. It can be seen that Wynie was very interested and sat down at the window and read it carefully.

In fact, Wynie didn't keep an eye on his hands as Marx imagined.

She was kneeling on the little coffee table next to the bed, and compared to Marx's notes, she remembered something in her own words.

After a while, she closed the notebook again.

"Muggle World's flowers are more beautiful than those of the magic circle."

Wynie turned her head and stared at the sky outside the window. At this time, it was evening, and the golden sunset blended into the background of various buildings, which looked very beautiful.

"He said, going out to sea tomorrow... Is there any plant in the sea?" She looked at the sea level that she could barely see in the distance. It seemed to have some expectations, but the expression was still so calm.

Suddenly, Wynie turned her head and looked at the closed door. She stared at it as if she wanted to see it.

"He is a very good person," she said.

As the sun gradually fell, the afterglow of the setting sun became more and more brilliant, and the window was still bright, but it slowly became a bit cool.

Wynie sat in the chair like this, sitting quietly, doing nothing. She seems to be used to the time of being alone, just looking at everything around me as if she were just one of them.

Time is just a little bit past, just like Wynie’s usual life, with a leisurely presence...

It was just outside the night, but the night of the Pakino people came very early. It’s just that the sun has just dive down the hills, and not many people are swaying outside on the streets.

At the seaside, Marx found a flat rock that had not passed by, and with a look of depression, the Disapparation exercise with no improvement, everything seemed to be in order.

What Marx didn't expect was that at this moment, Quirrell -- or Voldemort -- could be struggling on the death at the door in the forests of Albania!

Since Voldemort tried to kill the Harry family eleven years ago, Harry's mother Lily sacrificed herself for her son. And Voldemort, also died of physical death due to his own release of the backlash.

After that, his broken soul has been hiding in the depths of the Albanian Forest. This hiding is ten years.

A year ago, he finally met Quirrell, who was on vacation, and successfully tamed it and was easily taken to Hogwarts Castle.

But who knows, Voldemort, who had originally targeted Philosopher's Stone, failed again. While he was angry, he returned to this remote and familiar place.

At this point, Quirrell is leaning softly on the trunk of a big tree. He uses his right hand to squat his left shoulder, and his left hand is weakly hanging beside him.

Obviously, Dumbledore's blow made him very hurt.

Voldemort has already released control of Quirrell. He still attached to Quirrell's head, but the day's fighting consumed him a lot of power, which made him weak.

On the big tree behind Quirrell, you can see a hollowed-out tree hole. There are a few vines in the hole. You can't notice it without looking carefully.

Here is Voldemort's mouth from the mouth of Hailiana, the tree hole that houses Ravenclaw Diadem. Because of the concealment here, Voldemort chose this place as a hiding place with the slightest hesitation.

"Master... I think... very bad." Quirrell barely opened his eyes and was weak.

Voldemort didn't respond, maybe he was focusing on restoring power, or maybe he didn't want to worry about it.

Seeing that his master did not respond, Quirrell looked at the bush in front of him in confusion, and after a while he closed his eyes again.

It was a long time passed, and suddenly, Quirrell's eyes suddenly opened, and the red eyes were sinister.

Somehow, Voldemort once again controlled the body of Quirrell!

He slowly stood up, step by step, and did not go back to the deeper parts of the forest.

The more you walked in, the taller the surrounding trees, the intertwined canopies covered the moonlight, and the forest became more and more dim.

Voldemort seems to need no light at all. Although the pace is slow, it has circumvented many trees very accurately. Even the twisted roots under the soles of the feet have not touched a trace.

Go, keep going, keep going...

The angle of the slope gradually became more and more downward. On many large steep slopes, Voldemort had to lie down on the ground. The long walk made his actions more and more difficult, but he still did not stop.

It's all because he has a place where he can't do it—he can control Quirrell's flesh.

Finally, when he once again opened the bushes in front of him, there was a dilapidated ancient temple in front.

Voldemort controlled Quirrell to the entrance of the ancient temple, looking at the slate ground that almost collapsed in half, and his face was a little hesitant.

After a while, he took another step and walked in all the way.

Walking into this small ancient temple can you see that under the broken and slate floor tiles, there is a corridor of the gloomy corridor!

It was extremely dark inside. Just two steps away, his silhouette was completely swallowed up by the shadows, and there was no trace.

……

The next morning, the coast of Pachino.

"Sit steady, go!"

Wynie sat behind Marx and pulled his clothes tightly with both hands. Although he couldn't see his face, it seemed to be a bit high.

Wynie's look, Marx, didn't really catch sight of it, or he would definitely notice it when he came over from Rome.

He crept, Nimbus 2000 took him and Wynie, but still fast, and left the shore in a blink of an eye.

They are heading to the center of the Mediterranean. There, there is a small island that is covered by magic. If Marx is holding a chart, you can't find it.

Even so, after a while, when Marx flew over a Sea Territory, there was a blur around the synapse. When he just reacted, he saw a small island in front of him. The top of a tall tower in the center was emitting a soft white light.

“Light barriers? An enlarged version of Disillusionment Charm?” Marx glanced back and flew straight to the tower.

When he was near the tower, he immediately found that there was a lot of permanent magic on it. Most are harmless, just to maintain the tower and expel the muggle; but some are passive defensive magic.

Marx saw a red aperture on the tower and immediately retreated.

"It seems that I have to go honestly."

He took Wynie down into the woods below, and although he fell on the branches of a tree, he still landed steadily on the ground.

"Pooh!"

Marx spits off the leaves hanging from the mouth and looks back at Wynie.

"do not move!"

He said, patting the leaves on the top of Wynie's head, and then continued. "Okay, let's walk inside."

But before he even took a few more steps, he immediately found that something was wrong.

"...What's the matter?" Marx immediately pulled out the wand and watched the situation around him with vigilance.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the branches of Marx's left front, and it seemed that there was a big guy who was about to rush to him.

"Impedimenta !"

Marx slammed wand.

Suddenly, the leaves that were shaking near the neighborhood became slow. The next moment, a horrible big mouth suddenly emerged from the branch, and the sharp fangs were clearly visible.