Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Little Hangleton Village, Riddle House.

"...Master, master, that's how it is."

"In other words, McLean did not take the prophecy ball? Is it still in the prophecy hall?"

"Yes Master……"

"Hmph, got it... you did a good job this time..."

Lucius stood by the long table restlessly, answering Voldemort's question with a trembling voice.

On the other side, Voldemort was still sitting at the end of the long table, his gloomy expression showing that he was never in a good mood right now.

Compared with the period when Maca was still there, the number of Death Eaters in Riddle's Mansion is now much smaller, because many people were arrested at the audiovisual conference last time.

Azkaban has also stepped up its vigilance. Except for the small part previously received by Voldemort, other dementors have been confined to the small island where the Azkaban Wizard's Prison is located.

After Maca’s escape from prison, the Ministry of Magic also spent a lot of effort, but now it seems that these efforts are still worth it.

The forces assembled by Voldemort have actually developed no easier than the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, on the long conference table that was still as clean as new, a dozen dark wizards were sitting sparsely.They bowed their heads and said nothing, obviously they are also under great pressure here.

Some of these pressures came from the angry Voldemort, while others came from the powerful resistance of the Order of the Phoenix.

"All in all, this action is fruitful-from now on, the strength of that McLean will inevitably drop drastically, and we are one step closer to that common ideal!"

"...Speaking nicely, aren't you hurt yourself?"

In the past, whenever Voldemort spoke, no one would dare to interrupt him, let alone make a rude.

But now, there is a person who always pours cold water on this critical moment.

"..." The corner of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and the blue veins on his temples twitched slightly, apparently holding back his anger, "Mr. Blois, would you please stop interjecting?"

In front of the window next to the conference table, a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man sat with his legs crossed, his eyes always on the scenery outside the window.

"Since I promised to help you once, then I naturally need to consider the gains and losses," he said coldly, "if possible, naturally the easier it is, the better-the resources of the Blois family are not used to waste. of."

"Humph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, dissatisfied, "So what? A transaction is a transaction."

"If you die, won't the deal be gone?" Mr. Blois said, and glanced back at him, "If you want me to see, your injury is not easy..."

"...Compared with your'borrowed' power, I am more interested in the other wizard."

"Then you might as well—"

Voldemort's angry words were halfway through, and he held back.

This wizard who appeared suddenly has now become one of his important cards. He doesn't want to push it to the opposite side of his own because of his impulse.

The current situation is bad enough, and if such a powerful wizard with ancient heritage is added as an opponent, then he might as well surrender directly.

"Okay, Mr. Blois." Voldemort took a deep breath. "I will strive for the advantage as much as possible. This is exactly what I have been doing."

"That's good," Mr. Blois nodded slightly, "By the way, I would like to remind you: The injury you have suffered is probably related to ancient magic."

Voldemort touched his lower back subconsciously, where the cold was constantly blowing out, and even the chair he was sitting on was covered with hoarfrost.

His current body is completely formed by the power from the bewitching stele, but the beam of light emitted by Maca can even affect non-physical energy.

Now, besides restricting the "cold air" from spreading,

This sneak attack, in fact, can be said to be the result of a lose-lose event.

"At least this time, his injury must be much more serious than mine." Voldemort's handsome face showed a sneer, but then it became more gloomy.

At the last moment, he was almost thrown into that weird arch.

Only a few inches from the black curtain, he even vaguely heard some inexplicable whispers, which penetrated the curtain and reached his ears.

That thing is dangerous!It is absolutely dangerous!If not necessary, he would never want to be near that place in his life.

"Lucius..."

"the host?"

"I remember, your son went to school at Hogwarts? Is it also at Slytherin College?"

"Uh... yes, yes, master."

"He will bring him the next one. I want to have dinner with him."

"Master, this... my son is too young. I'm afraid he won't be of much use--"

"Ok?"

"No...ah, yes, yes, I see, master."

"It's okay to understand, you go back first! The Ministry of Magic needs you to bother..."

"This, this is my honour, master..."

...

Old Black House, in the innermost bedroom on the left side of the second floor.Tia was shrinking on the table by the window, leaning on the window glass and staring blankly at the square outside.

Probably because she often takes a shower in the early hours of the morning when no one is in the morning, she looks much cleaner than before.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair was tied loosely by her, and then rested casually on her shoulders.

She was wearing a set of pajamas that Mrs. Weasley wore when she was young-it looked a little short, but as long as she didn't see anyone, she could actually make do with it.

Under this lazy dress, her characterless face now looks more and more ordinary, the kind that is hard to notice when thrown on the street.

She has stayed in this bedroom since she was forcibly caught in this house by the dark-skinned wizard.

At first, she was actually imprisoned here, but after staying here for a long time, she didn't want to go out.

For Tia, this place is better than any place she has ever stayed in-no need to meet people, no words, no being scolded, beaten or bullied, and food every day.

If it wasn't for some things still lingering in her mind, she really wanted to live here for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Tia pulled out a silver pendant from the collar and pressed it lightly on the top of the pendant.With a soft "click", the pendant automatically bounced off the flap, revealing the small picture inside.

This is an ordinary Muggle photo, with a man and a woman smiling and cuddling together, looking very happy.

Behind the pair of men and women is a calm river; in the distance, beside the man's head, a row of low buildings can be vaguely seen.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange black pillar that is thick and long, and looks quite different in that row of buildings.

Tia stared at the photo in the pendant, stretched out her finger to touch it lightly, but finally shrank and put her hand back.

"Tuk Tuk."

When Tia was stunned, two reserved knocks suddenly sounded at the door of the bedroom.

Tia's hand holding the pendant shook slightly, and then immediately hurriedly tucked the pendant back into the collar, and looked nervously toward the door.

"Miss Tia, it's me, Lena."

Getting along with Lena is actually very easy, even Tia thinks so-Lena doesn't like to talk much, but she can quickly understand your intentions and give a short and appropriate response.

And most importantly, Lena is very good at keeping her distance.

For Tia, who would feel uneasy when seeing anyone, her existence was simply a kind of salvation.

Tia climbed out of the bed gently, hurried to the door wearing slippers, and then opened the bedroom door with her mouth pursed.

Lena walked into the room carrying the tray, silently placed it on the side table, then tidied up the lunch tableware after eating, and walked quietly outside the door.

From the beginning to the end, she never said a word, not even glanced at Tia.But her behavior will not leave an impression of impoliteness, because her every move seems so peaceful and natural.

"...Thanks, thank you."

It was the first time Tia took the initiative to talk to someone since she moved here.

Lena turned her head slightly at the door, she did not speak, but gave Tia a slight salute, and then silently closed the door.

Tia stared at the closed door for a while, then walked to the table where the dinner was placed.

"Yeah--"

The moment she just sat down and took the fork in her hand, a mournful scream faintly came from downstairs, which made her tremble all over, and the fork in her hand almost fell into the soup bowl.

However, surprisingly, she did not curl up and tremble with fear as usual.

In fact, this is entirely because she has lived here for a long time, and has become a bit accustomed to that terrifying scream.

Don't ask, it must be Sirius' mother who awakened it!

This old house has always been very lively, and in this regard, Tia is actually very uncomfortable.But even so, compared to other places, life here is enough to satisfy her.

Holding the fork firmly again, Tia carefully forkped a piece of baked potato and stuffed it into her mouth.

Only every time she ate, she would show a sweet smile.Whether the food is delicious on earth or shabby brown bread, as long as it can fill her stomach, she will be satisfied.

People who have not experienced a life of long-term undereating will never truly experience this supreme sense of happiness.