Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

If you follow the normal situation, it is the guests who have used dinner to return to the auditorium to enjoy the evening performance. If you want to go to the Three Broomsticks Inn in the Hogsmeade Village to drink two glasses, the school gate should be a time of people coming and going.

But now, the originally spacious Hogwarts vestibule gate has been completely blocked by a large group of unidentified black robe wizards.

"Those who are those, it seems to have a 'ominous' feeling..."

"Yeah! It’s been more than ten minutes since they stood there without a word, it seems a little uncomfortable?"

“Did those guys haven’t been moving since ten minutes ago? It feels like a statue...”

"They are stuck in the doorway, so that we can't get in.... Does anyone want to ask?"

"Hey... I want to go to you..."

Yes, from now on, here is the situation where "people outside can't get in, people inside can't go out." It’s just because the group of people seems to be irritating, and although the surrounding people are mostly dissatisfied, no one wants to be a leading bird.

Therefore, in the case that the group of black robes did not take the initiative to make trouble, Hogwarts’ school gate was barely maintained at a certain balance of “safety and nothing”.

However, the so-called balance point will always be broken.

In fact, some careful onlookers have noticed a bit – the silent black robe wizard is completely motionless from beginning to end, but the white robed old man like a head collar standing in front of them, but some Not quite stable feeling.

Many people can find that his hand is shaking slightly and his breathing is extraordinarily hard. That feeling is like tightening the muscles of the whole body, and there is an unspeakable tension.

Of course, there are six children in addition to the black robe and the prophet old man. It can be seen that at this moment, the children have temporarily lost their consciousness and are held in the hands of the six believers.

It was already night, and the sunset sank from the west side of the hill to the other side of Earth. The moon was already hung in the eastern sky. Tonight, there are not too many clouds blocking everyone's sight. Looking up in the foothills of this Hogwarts castle, the stars have already occupied the sky that bid farewell to the sun.

Suddenly, the whispering voice under the stars suddenly disappeared, and this was only because the white robed old man took a step forward and officially stepped into the Hogwarts campus.

The surrounding guests didn't know what he wanted to do, but even they could vaguely notice that something must be about to begin.

"...the heir to the pain, you have arrived, then you will show up!"

This is an ancient Persian language, and the onlookers on the scene almost did not understand. Of course, the old man is not to say to them, as long as the person who understands can understand.

The voice fell a little, not far from the white robed old man... It would be like a hand gently uncovering a transparent scarf, Marx's Disillusionment Charm quietly lifted, and his body shape It was revealed.

There is no magic power fluctuation of any detective nature. How the other party knows that he is here is still a mystery.

However, it is not necessary to mention this now.

In fact, although Marx did not arrive here shortly, he has already noticed a slight anomaly of the old man. He could feel that the old man in front of his eyes seemed calm, but his heart was not calmed out in the tone.

It’s like...he is waiting for something urgently, or...he is always jealous of something.

"'The successor'... well, maybe I am the 'painful successor' in your mouth..."

Marx also spoke in ancient Persian. Although he has studied this language, his tone is somewhat low and unnatural because his pronunciation is rarely used.

"I know, you came to me to make a 'transaction'. And I have to admit that you are coming very fast... So, let's talk! How can I give back those few children?"

Marx had to stand here at this moment, waiting for the other party to open the conditions, because there is really no valuable card in his hand.

The two black robes who had been set by him had been forcibly read through the memory. However, he thought that he would get something, but he found that not only did the clues not change, but the doubts further increased.

Because the heads of the two black robes have no memory at all, even if there are scattered pieces of memory.

It is important to know that even if people are moved in the soul and they are mobilized at a specific time to completely smash the memory, there will be residual memory. Even Marx hasn't figured out what it is like when a person has no memory at all.

Is it controlled by this white robed old man? What kind of magic is used by the other party - at least, he has not found any magic traces from the two black robes that can be manipulated from a distance.

Just as Marx randomly glanced at the black robe behind the old man, the other slightly dry lips moved a little.

"Philosopher's Stone...and, the pain."

The other's eyes were blocked by the hood in the shadows, and the voice was flat and somewhat indifferent. Only his hands hanging on his side shook slightly, and did not stop for a moment.

After hearing Marx, he couldn't help but be speechless.

These two distinguishing things, and whether they are real or false, at least he has been clenched in his hands. But on the contrary, they have never really belonged to him.

The most important thing is that these two things are now gone, and may not even exist long ago.

If time can be more, he might be able to find a way to slap one or two fakes like a model, and then try to give the other party what to put next. It’s a pity that this old man didn’t give him the opportunity to think carefully.

"If I give them all to you, can you guarantee that the six children will be returned to me in good condition?"

Although there is no such thing as the other person wants, it is obviously not a good situation of "I say no one can believe", he is not so naive.

and so……

"can."

White robed old man The answer with the slightest hesitation, let Marx gently nodded.

"Well, I can make this deal with you, but--" He stared at the other calmly, paused and then continued. "First, I must first confirm the status of the children, I want to see them all normal. ”

Marx had just finished talking, and even the voice had not been smashed. He saw the six black robes who controlled the child sneaked behind the children's ears.

Immediately, six pairs of eyes slowly opened their eyes. The children first looked around in confusion, and when they found themselves in the middle of a strange group of guys, they immediately became one of the head out of fear.

It can be seen that they all want to leave there, but the left hand of the six black robes is clinging to their tender neck so that they can't move away from the half step.

"Hill Younger Sister - Little Tad - Rosa - 唔 -"

A voice mixed with surprises and worries rushed in the crowd behind Marx, but quickly picked it up again.

“Very good,” Marx said again, “Philosopher's Stone and the painful sorrow, I will take it within three days, and we will complete the deal by then—”

"No."

What Marx needs most now is time. He has experienced a lot of things and has encountered many problems. He believes that as long as there is time, he will be able to find the most effective and effective solution.

Even the desperate situation created by the ancient mirrors, he managed to crack, and now he can't deal with this hostage old man.

Yes, there are some strange places to deal with, but he doesn't think it will make him helpless.

However, even in just three days, the other party seems to be unwilling to wait. The white robed old man's response was quick and decisive, leaving no room for a bit.

"Just now, immediately."

As time went by, Marx felt that the eagerness of the other party's heart was constantly expanding. The palm of the old man's sleeve is more jittery, and not only that, the voice of the speech is not as calm as it was at the beginning.

A strange sense of urgency breeds between the two.

"I said, I will get it for you in three days," Marx said. "You don't think that things like Philosopher's Stone and the painful sorrow, will I be so casual?" It also takes time... During this period, you can take the children back and wait for the first class, isn't that okay?"

Although he was anxious in his heart, he still had an impatient expression on his face. He knows that when negotiating, don't be impatient, the show still has to continue to play... After all, he doesn't have what the other person wants. If this is exposed, what is traded is equivalent to non-existence.

However, the urgency of the old man is undoubtedly making the deal more and more unstable.

"I said, now!"

The sudden outbreak of the other party confirmed the words that Marx said beforehand - things, something is wrong!

I saw that the white robed old man seemed to be unable to suppress the emotions of the heart, and it was inciting, uneasy, urgent, and even fearful, and it suddenly poured into his low-pitchedness. Then he jerked his hand and opened the hood on his head. A bald head was suddenly exposed to everyone's sight.

The other person looks like any old man everywhere, and there is nothing surprising about it. The skin also carries a typical relaxed fold of the elderly.

The distorted expression on the face of this old man is exuding a hysterical anger and despair.