Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the darkness, a figure was swaying back and forth in the potions professor's office, seeming to be rummaging for something.

Although the other party was paying attention, after all, time was running out, and Snape's potion storage cabinet and material box were still turned over in a mess.

"What are you looking for? Compound decoction?"

A voice sounded abruptly from behind the desk behind the man, shaking him with fright.

"Killing Curse!"

With a sound of "crash", a teacup was hit by a green light, and it turned into a dusty powder in midair with a bang.Behind the desk, a white hand waved casually to disperse the powder mist slightly.

"Barty Crouch Jr., isn't it?" The voice sounded again, calmly lazily, "Why, why don't you come to see me when you get to Hogwarts? What are you hiding?"

"Maca McLean..."

There was no light in the room, and the two of them were hiding in the dark, and they didn't even look at the truth.

"Hmph..." Little Batty smiled evilly, but he held the wand in his hand tighter. "It is worthy of being the wizard that Lord Dark Lord often mentioned...Even Dumbledore didn't find me, but you I can stay here accurately..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you all ready?" Maca said in an impatient tone, "The Dark Lord should have told you the plan, but look, the first event has passed. ...If I don't come to you, are you planning to execute it alone?"

"That's what the Dark Lord meant...heh..." Little Batty grinned, and her tongue stretched out like a snake. "This plan is very important to the Dark Lord. Nothing can happen. Mistakes...do you understand?"

"Who do you think you are talking to?"

In the darkness, a sharp invisible blade swiftly passed by Barty Crouch Jr.'s ear.He was startled at first, then shrank his head and touched his auricle, the late tingling sensation suddenly spread.

"You--" He lowered his voice and snarled angrily.

"I think I have to warn you first... If you dare to delay my plan, I will let you feel the soul magic that is more terrifying than the Heart Drill."

Before the words were over, a black fog skull headed toward Barty Crouch Jr. at a very fast speed.

He couldn't understand why he could clearly "see" the same black skull in the dark.All he knew was that the speed of the skull was amazing, and it appeared so suddenly that he had no time to avoid it.

Immediately afterwards, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a pain in his body that made him crazily.

The feeling is very similar to the pain when being punished by the mantra by one's own master. The difference is that the pain comes very quickly, as if the power of the mantra is maximized at once.

He can even feel that his soul is being pushed out of the body by the black skull a little bit...

"Is this magic fascinating?"

Maca waved his magic wand, and the skull again turned into black mist and dispersed.He was still sitting on the back chair behind the desk, and his tone of voice was calm and idiosyncratic: "It's not like a heart-boring curse, it will have permanent soul damage over time-as long as I control the intensity, it can continue until I The magic is exhausted."

"How about it, isn't it cool?" He paused, then said to himself, "I think it's cool anyway..."

Little Batty had no energy to speak, he half-kneeled on the cold floor, panting heavily, but his sanity was exceptionally clear.

"The compound decoction is on the bottom of the penultimate cabinet, the largest bottle..." Maca said suddenly, "Leave what should be left, take away what should be taken away, and where will it come from? go with."

"……I know."

Little Batty said weakly, and honestly picked up a potion bottle from the cabinet, then took out an envelope from his arms and placed it carefully on the desk.

"Then I will go first..."

Maca didn't say a word, and Little Batty didn't care—now he just wanted to leave here as fast as he could, leaving the guy in front of him who was as fearsome as the Dark Lord.

"correct……"

Little Batty stiffened suddenly, half-opened his mouth and settled in place.

"In front of me in the future, you are not allowed to stick out your tongue again," Maca's voice brought the laziness at the beginning, but what he said made Batty chill behind him, "If I stretch it again, I will Keep your mouth open forever."

"……Yes."

He closed his mouth quickly and left the office as if fleeing.

But Little Batty didn't know. Just as he closed the door, another person walked out from the office.

"Are you really planning to cooperate with the mysterious man now?" A slick and frivolous voice suddenly sounded.

"What I did just now is what you are going to do." Maca didn't look back, he just spread his hands and said casually, "To be honest, I thought you would not respond to my invitation. After all, you know. , Hogwarts is dangerous recently."

"I am more courageous now than before." The man laughed, "Moreover, there is a rare opportunity to show off my skills, I don't want to miss it!"

"I'm still wondering if you are so moisturized in the Muggle world that you don't want to return to the magic world..." Maca said relaxedly, "I heard that you are a hemp now. Sir Gua—this is rare among wizards."

"I can't always mix with Muggles, it's so boring..." He looked smug, his tone of voice briskly, "I took advantage of this time to exercise my magic skills. Now, I am It takes a wonderful adventure that is fraught with danger!"

"Then it's up to you," Maca nodded. "Let's not mention your magic level, at least I can trust your acting skills... Take this, before the second event of the tri-finals starts, Get used to it first!"

"how about you?"

Maca didn't say any more, because there seemed to be some movement outside-the sound was a bit far from here, but it was very obvious in the silence of the night.

"You go first! Professor Snape will be back soon..." He waved his hand, "I have prepared the script for you. Then you only need to finish your play well, and the script will return. is you."

"no problem!"

The man patted his chest, and soon opened the door and left.

On the other side, Filch was yelling angrily on one of the stairs where the noise just made.

"What are the noisy things doing here? Do you want to wake everyone in the castle? I must catch you, Peppy, I want to catch you, you...huh, what is this?"

Filch stopped.

There was only a soft "click", it was the sound of the mechanisms snapping together-Filch picked up a box, and he closed it.

"Box?" Filch whispered under the stairs, "My dear cat! This is the clue to the Triwizard Tournament! A warrior who belongs to the school...who is it?"

"Pippi!" Filch yelled joyfully, "You stole something!"

His terrible, saggy face and his violent light eyes were staring upward.It was a dark, empty staircase.

"Hidden, didn't you?" He whispered, "I'm here to catch you, Pippi... You stole the clues to the Triwizard Tournament, Pippi... Dumbledore will never take it lightly this time. Forgive you, you dirty, sneaky, and prankster..."

Filch began to climb the stairs, followed by his skinny cat with dark gray fur.

It was Mrs. Loris, Filch's cat-it was very spiritual, and it was staring at the front of Filch as if he had found something.

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned around.

There was a man standing under the stairs...that was Snape.He is now wearing a gray shirt-style pajama, but he is still wearing a pair of muddy boots on his feet.

It's just that the trousers of his pajamas seemed too long, and it was difficult for people to see what shoes he was wearing.

"It's Pippi, Professor," Filch whispered viciously, "he threw this box down the stairs."

Snape hurried upstairs and stopped beside Filch.

"Pippy?" Snape said softly, staring at the box in Filch's hand. "This is Potter's..."

He said, squinting his eyes and looking around sharply, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Professor, is there anything wrong with you here?"

"Of course not," Snape said sharply. "I just heard a bang and a scream--"

"Yes, Professor, that's the sound of the box falling--"

"I'll come over and investigate—"

"——It was thrown by Pippi, Professor!"

Filch kept talking, which made Snape smack his tongue impatiently.

"Okay..." He said uncomfortably, "I'm going to the office, you can keep looking, if -"

Push, push, push...

An unpleasant wooden knock made Snape's conversation abruptly stopped.

He and Filch both looked down at the stairs, and after a while, Mad-Eye Moody limped up.Moody wore his old travel cloak over the shirt-length pajamas, leaning on crutches as usual.

"Pyjama party, eh?" He said gruffly up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard some voices, Professor," Filch said immediately, "It's a prankster, who throws things like usual—"

Moody moved one step toward the front of the stairs, his enchanted eyes swept across Snape, and then, without a doubt, landed somewhere beside the stairs.

Suddenly, his mutilated eyebrows jumped slightly.