Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In silence, Maca accepted the handover between the prisoner from the Ministry of Magic and the Azkaban Dementor.

It can be seen that the two prison guards of the Ministry of Magic were trembling slightly when facing the dementors.Even they do not often come into contact with these monsters.

After the prescribed handover process was completed quickly, they left without looking back using the door key.

Maca was standing next to the dementors, and he could feel that after the last "Mystery Crystal" incident, the dementors could already sense him.It's just that this kind of induction is still very weak, making those monsters a little lacking in interest.

Maca glanced at them casually, and then took the initiative to walk towards the strange blackstone fortress on the island with a steady pace.

According to relevant records, the last owner of this fortress was an evil wizard named "Extis".After his death, all the hidden curses on the island failed, and this was discovered by the Ministry of Magic.

As for who built it in the first place, no one knows.

Moving along a path also paved by black rocks, and dementors seem to be everywhere, they seem to wander aimlessly and wander around...

In this world, I am afraid that there will never be a prison like Azkaban.

Except for the aboriginal dementors who serve as prison guards, there are not too many things here to prevent criminals from escaping.

Even the iron gate of the Blackrock Fortress was completely hoisted.

"Are they so relieved of those dementors?" Maca turned her head and looked at the monsters that were almost full of mountains and plains, "...well, maybe, it's really reassuring."

What the increasingly stable magic world brings is naturally the life, convenience, and popularization of magic, which makes the wizard's combat power and the exploration of the mysteries of the magic world continue to decline.

As far as most criminals are concerned, this is already an abyssal hell full of despair.

After passing through the tall fortress gate and after a long deserted square, he walked into the area inside the fortress.

This is the real prison transformed by the Ministry of Magic.

According to the procedure, Maca should have come here under the leadership of the Dementor, and then be imprisoned in one of the prisons.But the Ministry of Magic would never have thought that Maca seemed to have reached his own territory here.

In the dark corridors of the fortress, dementors are still visible everywhere.

But most of them just subconsciously "looked" at Maca, and then let him pass by.

After making a random circle, Maca found that most of the prisons here were empty.Compared to this extremely grand fortress, there are very few prisoners held here.

But when Maca passed a window sill behind the fortress, he saw the scene behind the castle.

It was a wide cemetery, with pieces of tombstones staggered on the ground, extending from the "back garden" near the castle to the edge of the woods in the distance.

The tombstones closest to the castle have even fallen down. They look old and dilapidated. People can't help but wonder how many years have passed there?

Maca continued to go up, but the more he went up, the fewer the number of prisoners, and almost all of them did not react to Maca's passing.

They are all trying to get themselves to sleep, although this will always wake them up from nightmares, but it is definitely better than watching one after another dementors pass by their cell, as if they are queuing for a meal. My own happiness is much better!

But when Maca passed a cell on the third floor, he saw an old witch whose eyes hadn't completely died.

"Who...who are you? How...would..." The witch half-opened her eyes.

Maca looked at her with interest, and shook her head after a while.

"I am a prisoner just like you." He said, "Why, isn't your soul completely occupied by negative emotions?"

"...Do you think I'm... the first time... have you come in?" The old witch grinned and seemed to want to smile, but it was a difficult thing for her to do, "huh... …I’m not going to compromise just because of….”

Maca looked at her for a while, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and guessed: "Are you Ms. Pinkston?"

"...Do you recognize me?" The old witch squinted her eyes, as if she wanted to see him more clearly.

"Carota Pinkston, born in 1922, graduated from Gryffindor College at Hogwarts, a well-known activist, advocates the abolition of the "International Wizarding Federation Secrecy Act", and is committed to the magic world and Muggles The fusion of the world..." Maca picked out the information she knew at will, and then continued to ask, "In fact, you are quite famous because you will always violate the "Confidentiality Law" deliberately. And was sent to Azkaban."

"...This is also a strategy." Ms. Pinkston's eyes widened. "Do you think my claim is correct?"

Maca shrugged and said, "I don't want to squat here and talk to you."

"What do you... want to do?" Pinkston asked sickly.

But Maca just waved her hand, didn't care about her any more, stood up and left.

Meeting Carlotta Pinkston was just an accident, it was not in his plan.He kept walking, looking at the prisoners who occasionally appeared in his sight, seemingly casually, and walked slowly to a higher level.

Since these unreasonable incidents hindered his research process, he had to set up the situation first.

Along the way, Maca is like the master of Azkaban, inspecting every criminal locked here.

Finally, in a prison, he saw a woman lying motionless on the ground.

It was a witch who seemed to be dead. Her long, dirty, dusty hair was spread on the ground, completely covering her head.

The clothes on the witch's body were tattered, and the skin was bleak and lifeless, and it was not much different from a corpse.

If it weren't for the vaguely seeing her chest rise and fall slightly with her breathing, no one would think she was alive.

"Dangdang--"

Maca stretched out his hand and knocked on the iron door of the prison with the chain on his wrist, making a few crisp metal crashing sounds.The sound reverberated in the silent corridor.

The witch's hand seemed to move, and she had obviously heard the sudden noise.

"Bellatrix."

Maca's tentative words hadn't settled yet, the witch suddenly raised her head, and under her scattered long hair, a pair of eyes full of paranoia and madness pierced Maca straight.

"...Who are you?" she growled in a hoarse voice.

Maca directly ignored her question, looked directly into her eyes and said: "Answer me, are you Bellatrix?"

"who are you!"

The madness of the other party was obviously extraordinary. She yelled hoarsely, clutching the cell door to fit and hitting her, making a loud noise.

The target has obviously been found, so there is no need to continue to talk to her.

Maca turned her head, and a solid silver-white light appeared on her hands.He stretched out his hand, grabbed the face of a certain dementor passing by behind him, and dragged it all the way downstairs.

In the prison, Bellatrix, who had fallen into madness, couldn't help taking a half step back-no way, Maca's behavior had an unparalleled deterrent in the eyes of all the prisoners of Azkaban.

It turns out that the dementor is a kind of magical creature with no emotion at all. Even though the hapless man in Maca’s hand is struggling, they seem to have not seen it at all, so he leaves quickly. .

...

In Little Hangleton, the villagers still refer to an old house here as "Riddle House", even though it has not been inhabited for many years.

The house is located on a high hillside, from where the whole village can be taken into view.

Several windows of the house were sealed, and the tiles on the roof were incomplete. The creeper crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws.

Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion. It was the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles; but now, it has become so wet and desolate, covered with traces of time. .

The villagers of Little Hangleton agreed that this old house was indeed "weird and scary."

Half a century ago, a bizarre and terrible event happened here.And until now, when the older generation of people in the village have no other topics, they still like to talk about it.

This story has been told repeatedly, and many places have been added. No one can tell the truth.

However, each version of the story begins the same way:

Fifty years ago, when Riddle was well-managed and extraordinary; at dawn on a sunny summer day, a maid walked into the living room and found that all three of the Riddle family had died.

The maid screamed all the way down the hill, ran into the village, and awakened the villagers.

"...They are all lying down with their eyes wide open! They are all cold! They are still wearing dinner clothes!" she said.

The police were called, and the entire Little Hangerton village was immersed in surprise and curiosity. The villagers tried their best to conceal their excitement, but they did not succeed.

No one wasted their energy and pretended to be sad for the Drells, because their popularity in the village was always bad.

The old couple are rich, but snobbish and rude, and their grown-up son Tom...

Speaking of which you may not believe, he is a bit worse than his parents!

The villagers are concerned about who the murderer is—obviously, three seemingly healthy people cannot die naturally at the same time at the same time.

"Walking around in a big circle, and finally returning to this place—" At this moment, in Riddle's Mansion, a handsome young wizard was standing by the broken window, looking outside with a chuckle, "Isn't it? Najib Ni..."