Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Torpoint’s nights are always so dim, chaotic, and intoxicating.

In the deepest part of Taimo Lane, the messy place made up of scrap iron, ship boards and wooden fences hides an astonishing underground world.

Those rough guys who have been on the sea for a long time will always seize all the time on the shore to let the pound, alcohol and women wash away the smell of the sea.

Among the crew members who spend most of the year at sea, there has been a saying since ancient times: Don’t wait until your body is floating on the sea surface before regretting that your gold has sunk on the bottom of the sea.

Maca walks in a deep and familiar alley, and from time to time he will run into groups of three or five strong men, and they are the same, all walking deep.

But before reaching the destination, everyone will not talk to each other-this is one of the many unwritten rules in Taimo Lane.

When Maca came to a broken tin house transformed from a large shipping container, he walked to the door familiarly and pushed the sloppy old man who was sitting on a tin bucket and dozing off.

"Belder, wake up!"

The old man squinted his head and looked up at Maca boredly.

"Don't push, when have you seen me fall asleep?" The old man said vaguely, taking the dirty wine bottle in his hand and taking a big gulp.

While drinking, he opened his palm to Maca and shook, "...what about today?"

Maca took out a small roll of paper from his pocket and slapped it in the old man's hands.

The old man habitually curled up his fingers and touched it, then curled his lips: "Little devil, even if you are an acquaintance, you should raise the price next time!"

He said, beckoning to Maca, motioning him to come closer.

"There are still a lot of fat today. One is the merchant leader from the West Bank called Alger; the other is a nobleman from Brest, France, called Vincent or something..." the old man groaned, his mouth said. Alcohol sprayed on Maca's face, but he still had to continue to listen, "Well, there are some folks from North Germany. Although the origin is not clear, they are not badly dressed."

"Baird, let's talk about the point..." Seeing the old man still muttering something, Maca couldn't help but urge.

"Okay, you kid always can't stand your temper... The merchant ship leader took a little girl, I look like... You understand." The old man smiled, "The serious merchants on the West Bank also started. It’s a dark road, and it’s not in vain that those old guys who had lost their lives pave the way for them."

Maca nodded clearly, touching his chin and whispered: "This is a big deal..."

"Boy, you still want to do it alone? This time it's a big man—"

"What about the big living people, it depends mainly on where they brought them..." Maca pondered, and suddenly froze, "Why do I feel that this is a bit familiar?"

The sloppy old man said nothing.

Entering this gold-selling cave in Taimo Lane, you would not be able to give it up without a whole night's effort. Some guys can even run out of money in their pockets.

There was still a lot of time, and Maca waved at the old man casually, and walked into the broken iron house like a walk.

Behind the tin hut, there was a place that was blocked up and down.There are a lot of people here, most of them hovering around a passageway leading to the underground.

Those people looked a lot more sloppy than old Baird.Most of them were shirtless, with a pair of torn pants underneath. When they saw someone passing by, they walked forward, sneaked out some small paper bags from their pockets, and whispered to others.

Maca went all the way, and those people rarely even looked at him at all—they had long remembered Maca's appearance, and that was not the object of their "business".

Through a downward sloping passage, he casually greeted two muscular guys standing at the exit.

There are many acquaintances here, but everyone will not take the initiative to contact each other-they all have their own things to do, it is about the pound, no one has the time to talk nonsense.

And more, it is the "uncle" who comes here to spend money.

In this underground place, as soon as you enter the entrance, you can see that the area is divided into five areas.

The front is a large table poker court where many people participate, dice, poker, etc., playing all kinds of tricks; while on the left is the place where the wine ladies greet the drinks, dimly lit, low The tables and chairs and the table full of wine bottles are just between a thought.

On the right?On a big stage, feasting, enchanting, dreamy, and smoky, it brings many sensory stimulations to everyone.

In the middle is a round bar, where people are all "masters" of wine tasting and life. Generally speaking, the customers there are bored people with a lot of pounds in their pockets.

Originally, the place where Maca “worked” was that area, but today, he walked through the chaotic field, circling the bend at will, and wandering to the deepest part of the field.

The innermost area is the area with the highest grade and the highest level of consumption.Generally speaking, little troublemakers will not come here-the fish here are fat, but they are also shrewd!If you want to make a profit here, you may not be able to do it with great effort. Few people like to go here.

However, Maca is a bit annoying lately, and he intends to spend a little bit of thought toss it, and then rest for a while.

After finishing the "work clothes" on her whole body, Maca ran small steps, and looked back from time to time, pretending to be shocked.

Being young has the benefit of being young. No matter who it is, the guard against a child will always be very low.

Of course, to do certain things, you always have to take some risks.

"Ouch!"

After passing behind a sofa, Maca staggered and plunged to the ground.

There was a "bang", and he knocked on the hard ground.A man on the sofa in front of him turned his head and looked at the back of the sofa suspiciously.

Maca got up on her own, however, red blood was dripping from her forehead.

"My boy, what's the matter with you?" The man looked very energetic, with a tall lanky figure, decent clothes, and neatly painted blond hair. At first glance, he was a guy who had been living in the upper class.

"Oh—sir, I was caught here—I don't know—I escaped, but I think my mother will be worried—" Maca said incoherently, with a panic on his face.

"Oh, this is terrible—" The man looked at Maca up and down, only to find that his clothes were all handmade and the fabrics were quite extraordinary. He should be a child of a wealthy family.

At this time, Maca wiped something under his eyes while wiping off the blood from the bridge of his nose.Soon, a tear could not stop streaming down.

He swept behind the man with a vague look. Except for some men and women similar to this man, he soon discovered that a little girl who was not much older than him was shrinking in the corner of the sofa, looking at him uneasy.

"Child, if you can trust me, then tell me..." The man smiled on his face, but Maca couldn't help complaining in his heart-this guy should be the merchant leader Alger on the West Bank. When I first entered this line, my level was a little bit better...

"...Come on, sit down and talk, I will help you."

The man put his arm around Maca's shoulders and let him sit on the sofa, and the men's companions also came up to comfort Maca.A young lady even took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood from Maca's forehead.

"Oh-thank you, madam!" Maca said with gratitude and trembling lips. "My home is in London. When the servant sent me to school, I was taken away by the bad guy-I really need help. Sir, my father can give you a lot of money..."

He spoke tremblingly in a very authentic London accent, and from time to time he looked behind the sofa, as if he was afraid that the unnecessarily "bad guy" would suddenly come out and catch him back.

Although his words were always intermittent, the key information that should be revealed to them was poured out without fail.

"It's okay, let me introduce myself first--" the man grinned and smiled gently. "I am Alger, a businessman in the West Bank. If you can trust me, it's better to get on our boat, I Can take you back to London."

But Maca knew very well that the caravan from the West Bank had just arrived from Margate and would definitely not go back in a short time.According to their previous route, they are pointing to the Cantabrian Sea west of France.

"Oh-thank you so much, Mr. Alger." Maca shivered with excitement, "I will let my father pay you accordingly! Definitely!"

He is like an aristocratic boy spoiled by his parents. Opening his mouth and shutting his mouth is money. Although it is disgusting, he has a clear sense of reality.

Sitting on the sofa for a while, Maca would express her concerns to the man from time to time, saying that some bad guys would come over after a while.

At this moment, a fat man with curly chestnut hair and a luxurious dress walked over from the next table.

"Alger, here." The fat man waved to Alger.

"Mr. Vincent, what's the matter?" Alger asked the young lady to look after Maca while he walked towards the noble fat man.

"Where did this little boy come from?" The fat man said with a smile.

"It escaped from which colleague," Alger also smiled, "Why, Mr. Vincent, what are you..."

"Look at that child with fine skin and tender meat. I have a distinguished guest over there who must be interested." The fat man smiled wryly. "It can be regarded as the pound in your hand, discount it!"

"Don't want to hear the identity of that kid?" Alger said meaningfully.

"Oh? There is a source?" Fat Vincent raised his eyebrows, "I heard that if it suits that distinguished guest's appetite, the price increase is not impossible..."