Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ms. St. Guiner, I know this thing is going to prepare you wrong! Like the weather like today, some of you who have 'night' can't sleep will choose to stroll and stroll..."

At the moment, Marx is holding a black umbrella and standing next to a small building. He looked up and looked over the umbrella to the heights - it was a closed window, because of the reflective relationship, standing here could not see anything in the window.

In fact, from here, it has been able to vaguely sense the magic power fluctuations from the room.

"Yes, the young people today can't stand the loneliness, they will prefer the more lively days." Beside Marx, St. Guiner whispered another umbrella. "Oh, but you have to know, I don’t know how old I am in the family."

"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to participate in the small activities of Professor Slughorn in the next day," Marx nodded, looking up and talking. "He also likes to be lively... I will inform him in advance, then Maybe he will prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?"

"I heard that he will teach Hogwarts again?" St. Guiner smiled. "I will look forward to it."

Just behind them, a teenager who seemed to be at most 17 or 18 years old licked his wet hair and looked at Marx and St. Guina with a puzzled look.

He is also a Vampire, and this place is where he comes with Marx and Saint Guerre.

Vampire is sensitive to fresh, flowing blood and is more sensitive to blood containing magic power. So their since ancient times are rarely used for muggle, because in their view, the blood of the magic power just fine is more delicious.

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

Ok, okay... like this insignificant knowledge, it doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it now. After all, the wizard is more powerful than Vampire, which has always been a fact. It is not easy to suck the neck of the wizard.

The words are back to the topic, as Marx just mentioned - he guessed that there will probably be a Vampire in the city of London today, and the person he is tracking is appearing here.

If you want to ask the most likely to have some clues at the moment, it is undoubtedly some members of the Vampire Tolerance Association's London headquarters.

Then the facts prove that his guess is not wrong!

“Really, I thought we needed to make everyone turn around! But the results were better than I expected,” Marx said, suddenly taking back his eyes and looking at his waist pocket. .

"Thank you!" He turned to the young Vampire. "If you don't mind, today's your breakfast, please!"

After all, Marx pulled out a glass tube of scarlet red and handed it over to the teenager he looked so big.

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

While talking, he extended his left hand and patted the sleeve of the right hand, and re-taken a few black spots that came out.

The boy was nodded, hesitating to reach out and pick up the large test tube.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Marx shrugged, and then turned again. "Ms. St. Guiner, I think I should go and see... Oh, I am bothering you today, I have to say, thank you very much."

"No, no, this is what we should do for you..." St. Guina grinned and watched Marx go to the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should keep up? Mother always said that the more active the chasing man is, the more active it is." Under the rain, the boy looked at Saint Guiner and whispered.

After St. Guiner heard it, he immediately glared at him.

"Don't call me 'grandmaid'!"

……

"Vampire's generation is really hard to understand."

In the stairwell in the back door, Marx listened to the voice outside, and could not help but shake his head. So with a sigh of relief, he lifted his legs and went up the stairs.

According to the sense of magic power, the guys who had previously escaped from his hand were on the top floor of the building. So far there has been no change.

As he goes up, the closer he gets to the source of magic power, the more his perception of the target becomes clearer.

"...two less?"

Yes, he can feel that there are only three people in the room. Fortunately, among the three people, only one after another was taken hostage - Mr. Smith, deputy director of the Hong Kong Street owl post office, seems to be still lying inside.

“You have to make sure that you live –” Silencio walked to the door of the room, and Marx said secretly in his heart. “This time I can’t miss it like I did last time.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the door and then walked away to the side of the wall.

There are some magical spells on the door that are too clever to crack. If there is a better breakthrough point, why should he pick the most obstacles?

After a few clicks on the slightly yellowed walls, Marx right hand spread his hand, and then a dozen little spiders quickly slammed into his palm and was loosely held by him. In the hands.

The next moment, when he grabbed his fist and went straight to the wall and approached the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the influence of transfiguration.

"well."

The opposite side of the wall seems to be a sofa or something, and it is obvious that a hole is found here. Marx stretched his fist straight out and then put the reduced alienation Acromantula into the brain.

After a while, he no longer has scruples, and decisively waved the hole to the size of the body. After removing a cabinet that was opposite the wall hole, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," Marx glanced around in the room and couldn't help but say with a smile. "I think you should also teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

Not to be surprised by Marx's expectations, the three people inside were all petrified without any exception—yes, even the bad luck ghosts who are still lying on the table and unconscious are also included.

"It's a waste of a bottle of Mandrake's resurrection potion," he said as he took the pill bottle and slammed it into Smith. "The main material is not cheap at all."

Just as Marx tried to wake up the hostage, the other two people in the room were watching this side of the eye. At their feet, several little spiders crawled around.

Obviously, this is what Marx needs.

Not long after, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his face with a heavy eye.

He first looked at Marx in front of him, then turned his sullen eyeballs around and seemed to figure out what he was.

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

The effect of potion continues to fulfill its mission, which makes Mr. Smith finally awake, but it will take some time to perform normally.

“Remember?” Marx stuffed the empty potion bottle back into his waist. “You were kidnapped at the door of your house by a bunch of black robe wizards.”

"Oh, this... really terrifying." Smith responded slowly. "Are you kidnappers?"

"I really hope that I am, in that case, I don't have to rain around in London." Marx sighed, he looked down and looked at each other's eyes. "My time is not too loose, so... Offended."

The voice did not fall, and Smithton, who was still recovering, felt his brain slammed, and his eyes became a little sluggish.

Soon, Marx suddenly raised his head and closed his eyes with a slight eye.

Just looking through Smith's memory, he found a memory accurately. Since the time is still far away, the memory is still quite clear, and it is obvious that the other half of the black robe wizard suddenly talks before the water.

"...Is it really guilty?"

After a short while, Marx looked thoughtfully at the other two petrified “statues” in the room, and kept thinking about the conversation between Asa and Millian at the time.

Because Smith couldn't understand the language of the two, the memory of the conversation was vague. This seems to be the time of Asa, and she did not care about the presence of Smith in the dialogue.

After continuing to ponder, Marx turned and went straight to one of the "statues" in the room.

"That sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention Ministry of Magic and Azkaban...and my name," he said as he walked. "But it doesn't matter, it doesn't have two parties here. What?"

……

"hiss--"

Almost at the same time, near the "Marks Roach Park" in the southern suburbs of London.

"Asa, what happened?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Millian is holding an umbrella with Yassa, as other muggle pedestrians calmly rush.

But at this moment, Millie suddenly found that the umbrella above her head and the side of Yasha stopped.

"The McLorne must have found them."

Asa took out a parchment that was cut into a palm-sized piece from his pocket. You can see that there are many personal names on the piece of paper.

However, at this time two of the names exude an unusual cold, so that the rich moisture in the air produced a thin layer of frost on the letter.

"The chill was just like the tip of the knife stuck on my lap." Asa looked at the parchment that continued to condense the frost marks, and the wind blew the parchment constantly. "I think... it was lost in a flash." Signs of life."