Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Lenny is working hard! Bastard Maca! Get it away from Lenny!"

In the study of Old Black House, Lenny was standing on the wooden ladder to clean the bookshelves.But at her feet, the big spider kept rubbing her forefoot against her calf with its teeth and claws, and she was so frightened that she shook the wooden ladder.

"Don't mind... Xiao Qi actually likes you."

Behind the desk filled with various books and materials, Maca's slow voice rang.

"Lenny doesn't want to be liked by a big spider!"

Maca actually likes this stronghold. Although the various structures are a bit aging, after some recent renovations, it is vaguely visible from the glorious period of the year.

For example, in this study room, the windows are tightly covered by heavy double velvet curtains, but the exquisite magic lamp on the desk is shining brightly.

In this light, everything in the study was illuminated in detail.

The wooden bookshelf with warm texture exudes a faint halo in the light, and the ancient and fine carvings show its valuable value.

On the ground is a warp pile carpet woven from the fur of Motra rat, which is not only delicate and soft, but also has the effect of enhancing the resistance to evil spells and bad luck when stepping on it.

"Tuk Tuk"

Just as Maca casually quarreled with Lenny, there were two regular knocks at the door.

"Please come in."

After Maca answered, the door of the study was opened from the outside, and a girl in a wizard robe but surrounded by an apron came in with a tray.

"Mr. McLean, freshly brewed Gordigan tea..."

Maca, who was immersed in writing, raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at the light pink color and the gleam of the teacup, and couldn't help but smile.

"Are some bubble pods added this time?"

"Yes."

Maca picked it up and took a sip, and immediately sneezed. Several colorful bubbles appeared in his nose like soap bubbles.

"Try to put a little less next time..." He put the cup back into the saucer, and then said, "Lenna, let's take a break! The room is almost cleaned up too, don't be busy..."

"Hey! Bastard Maca, you are partial!" Leni, who was standing on the wooden ladder, immediately became unhappy. "Why can my sister take a rest, but Leni can't rest? Leni should rest too!"

"You? You can rest too..." Maca smiled suddenly when she saw her, but waved her hand and added, "If you can sit quietly!"

"You let it leave here, Leni sits down!" Leni immediately pointed to the eight-eyed giant spider Xiaoqi under her feet, and said loudly.

But Maca didn't even raise his eyelids and said: "Do you think I will believe you?"

At this time, Lena, who was still standing at the desk, said softly: "Mr. McLean, I don't need to rest... Actually, I really like this kind of life."

It is also very curious to say that the personality of the werewolf sisters is almost two extremes.

Sister Lena is simply a monkey jumping up and down, no matter where she goes, she can't stop for a while; but sister Lena seems to like a quiet and leisurely pace of life, and preparing meals and drinks can be said to be her only Hobby.

But from this point, it can also be seen how much she loves her lively sister—for this sister, she can live in such a turbulent werewolf group for so many years without a trace of complaint.

"Then sit down for a while, Lena." Maca pointed to the sofa next to him, and then beckoned to the spider squatting at Lenney's feet, "Little Qi, come here!"

With the reduction spell, Xiaoqi, the eight-eyed giant spider, turned into a fingernail size again, and then gently sent it back to a pen holder on the table.

"Lenny, come and sit down," he said. "Wait a minute to go out with me..."

"Finally, you can go out again!" Leni threw her whole body into the sofa and bounced a few times before asking, "Fuck Maca! Where are you going to take Leni?"

"Go where you should be.

"Where is it? Where is it?" Laini said excitedly, "What are you going to do?"

Maca raised her head and rolled her eyes at her.

"Go and apologize!"

...

Thirty minutes later, in the small Huijin district near London.

"...Bunny, where are you going again?"

In the Dursley's living room, Harry was about to go to the door, but his Uncle Vernon was holding on to the wall with an annoyed look on his face to prevent him from passing.

Dudley looked at Harry triumphantly from the side, apparently because of his part in the cause of this farce.

"Listen to the bastard! This summer, you must stay in your damn room and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Why!" Harry said angrily, "I told you, what happened that day has nothing to do with me! Understand?"

"It has nothing to do with you? Stop kidding!" Vernon Dursley yelled, "Do you think you lied to me? Dada told me that you caused him to post the whole day the next day. burn!"

"He just caught a cold that night! He caught a cold, understand?" Harry said angrily. "How many times do you want me to say to understand?"

"Cold cold? In such a sultry and hot summer?" Aunt Petunia screamed, "You should choose a better reason if you want to make up a story and make excuses!"

Harry was also anxious. Seriously, he didn't know how to explain it more reasonably.

Yes!On a hot night, Darren suddenly caught a cold, which is indeed unreasonable.

"So what!" He was very irritated by the Dursleys quarrel, and suddenly waved his hand, "Even if I tell you the reason, can you understand it? Yes, yes! It's a dementor ! The dementor has appeared! Can you understand?"

"Photo—what messy stuff?"

"Photo, soul, weird!" Harry said slowly and word by word.

"What kind of weird thing is this dementor?"

"They guard the Azkaban Wizarding Prison." Aunt Petunia said subconsciously.

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a dead silence for two seconds, and then Aunt Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, as if she accidentally said a disgusting swear word.

Uncle Vernon stared at her with wide eyes, and Harry's mind was even more confused.

"How do you know?" He asked with wide eyes in surprise.

Aunt Petunia seemed to be frightened by herself.She glanced at Uncle Vernon tremblingly and apologetically, her hands drooping slightly, her mouth half-opened to reveal her long teeth.

"Many years ago... I heard... the terrible boy... told her about them." She said intermittently.

"If you mean my mom and dad, why don't you say their names?" Harry asked aloud, but Aunt Petunia ignored him.

She seemed panicked to the extreme.

Harry was very shocked.A few years ago, Aunt Petunia broke out and screamed that Harry's mother was a monster.Otherwise, Harry had never heard of her mentioning his sister.

However, she actually remembered these details of the wizarding world, and hadn't forgotten it for so long.

Harry was really surprised. Normally his aunt always tried her best to pretend that the magical world didn't exist?

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it and closed it again, obviously struggling to figure out what to say.

He opened his mouth for the third time, his voice hoarse: "So say... so say... they... um... they... um... really exist, they... um... these dead souls?"

Aunt Petunia moved her chin slightly, seeming to nod her head.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise in the kitchen.Aunt Petunia immediately screamed, Uncle Vernon yelled and bent over to avoid, Dudley had already stuffed his round body under the table.

And Harry?He is looking for the source of this chaos...

After a while he immediately noticed that a dizzy, disheveled barn owl was squatting on the window sill outside the kitchen-it had just hit the closed window glass.

Uncle Vernon exclaimed painfully, "Owl!"

Harry ignored him, he ran straight to the end of the kitchen and slammed the window open.

The owl stretched out a leg with a small roll of parchment tied to it.It shook its feathers, and Harry took it down and flew away.

He gently shook the roll of parchment paper, with a few lines scribbled in black ink, and the paper was stained.

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Harry: We already know what happened to you. Don't leave your aunt and uncle's house, don't use magic, someone will pick you up soon.

Arthur Weasley

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"Oh? Are you finally going to tell me the specifics?" Harry immediately calmed down, and he pondered, "Someone is coming to pick me up? It shouldn't be Mr. Weasley, so who will come?"

and also--

"Don't use magic?" He muttered to himself, ignoring the Dursleys' yelling.

Is there any place he needs to cast magic?Used to teach these three unreasonable guys in the living room?Or……

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling.

But sometimes, good things are not easy to come true, but bad things may always get worse.

At this golden twilight, the windows of Dursley's house suddenly went dark, and the cold that night once again quietly filled the Dursley's house.

The darkness is condensing, and the frost spreads on the surface of the various furniture in the house, as if the whole world has fallen into a kind of extremely quiet and cold.

Looking at the mist from his mouth, Vernon took a few steps back in terror, thumped and tripped on the floor.

"Ah-again, come again! Stop it!" Dudley wailed hard, and buried his face deeply in the corner under the table.

Harry's aunt, Petunia, turned pale.Surprisingly, although she was trembling, she leaned on the wall and stared at everything around her.

At this moment, the window of the living room cracked open, attracting the eyes of everyone except Dudley.