Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Night has fallen unconsciously, and the lights in Georgi’s bar have been inadvertently lit.Probably because there are only two bars here, at night, the place becomes full of people.

Regardless of whether the drinkers knew or did not know, anyone who drank a few more cups let go of the remaining restraint in their hearts and started talking to each other.

Hagrid, who was still a little unpleasant just now, quickly forgot what had happened after a few glasses of wine, and talked with another local wizard who could not even speak English.

Even if the two of them didn't know what the other was talking about, it didn't have any effect on the congeniality between them. It seemed that the atmosphere was quite good.

On the contrary, Mrs. Maxim seemed to be unable to relieve herself that her apology was not accepted. When Maca was chatting with each other casually, she would glance over there from time to time.

In fact, Maca had noticed it a long time ago, but he really didn't think there was any need to hold on to it—the other party obviously didn't care about it, did he?

What he wants to do most right now is naturally to talk a few more words with the lady opposite.

"...I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"

When he said this, Maca's eyes fell on the wine glass beside him, and the curiosity implied in the words did not conceal much.

Hearing the words, the other side picked up the wine glass indifferently and took another sip.

"I can't answer this question." Her bright red tongue stuck out slightly and licked her upper lip lightly, as if savoring the fragrance remaining between her mouth and teeth. "If I say it is'sweet', then How do you know that the "sweet" in my mouth is not the "bitter" in your mouth?"

As she was talking, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of her right hand, gently wiped the rim of the cup she had drunk, and then pushed the wine glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why not try it?"

I don't know if it is an illusion, Maca always feels that she is showing a little naughty when she says this.

Maca wasn't very polite, he reached out and picked up the wine glass with interest, and shook it in front of his own eyes.In the translucent glass goblet, some dark red wine has a thin thick layer on the wall.

When he got to the edge of the cup and sniffed it lightly, a rather strong smell of rust mixed with the light scent of rum immediately filled his nose, which made him completely dispel the idea of ​​a taste.

He smiled, pushed the wine glass back intact, and shook his head by the way.

"As far as I know, the'sweet' in your mouth and the'sweet' in my mouth are actually a kind of taste." Maca thought for a while, suddenly the topic changed, "Want to have some dessert? I treat ."

"Isn't it a good idea to let a beautiful lady eat dessert in the evening?" The other party raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Little brother, I can't tell, you still know'us' quite well... …You’re right, except for this--" She raised her glass and gestured, "The other flavors are no different from the'your' mouths, just simple--"

"...Not interested?" Maca guessed.

"Yes... you can say so!" She nodded slightly, "Although it tastes good, but there is not much desire to taste."

"Because the body has no corresponding needs...?" Maca muttered to herself thoughtfully.

Because living beings need food to continue their lives, they will evolve the desire to export belly-this is the most direct cause and effect. As for the "taste" of food, it is at best a kind of "bait" to lure living things to prey.

This is true for the "human" Maca, and the same is true for the "one" in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking about this, Maca became more and more interested.

"Perhaps, there is still some unexpected connection between'us'!" His eyes were fixed on each other, but the focus seemed to fall on the whole group behind her, "I don't know if I am lucky enough to know you. What about the name,'Beautiful Lady'?"

"What can't it?" She straightened up a bit, and temporarily placed her chin on the table. "Niceline Saint-Guina—but remember, little brother."

...

After that, Maca did not continue to chat with the lady of Saint Guena, but got up and said something individually, and then returned to the round table where Madame Maxim was.

After several people ordered some food and ate them in a hurry, they went to rest in the lodging house attached to the back of the bar.

Originally, when Maca and Hagrid came here to book a room, Hagrid planned to book only two rooms, but under Maca's insistence, they finally booked three rooms.

When Maca heard the thunderous snoring sound in the next door, he couldn't help but sighed with a wry smile.

"I thought I had expected it, but Hagrid was underestimated in the end!" He thought to himself.

But just as he was planning to place a silencer in the room, the hand holding the wand couldn't help but paused, and then inserted it back into the sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the black marks on his forearms for a moment.

That was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black energy, there were some magic powers that had been infested by the black energy and could not be completely cleaned up.

To this day, those magic powers have been assimilated by the black qi, in other words, most of the lost magic powers cannot be recovered.

Fortunately, that is only a small part, and it has little impact on Maca.It's just that although he blocked this part of the black energy together with the contaminated magic power with runes, it was still a hidden danger in the end.

At least he wouldn't want to meet Voldemort again until the method was completely eliminated.

Even if he didn't think that Voldemort could control this part of the black energy sealed by the runes, as long as there was a possibility, he would not take such unnecessary risks.

It's just that what makes him a little unbelievable is that he didn't feel any malice in this black air.Don't talk about malice, even the "negative energy" that all black magic must have, there is not a trace of it in this black energy.

In terms of the characteristics displayed by the Bewitching Monument, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just when Maca was thinking of the little magic power he had lost because of the curse, there was a slight knock on the door of the guest room.In the loud snoring of Hagrid next door, even Maca almost didn't hear it.

He pulled up his sleeves again to smooth them, and straightened his collar slightly before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Oh-good evening, Ms. St. Guena." The person here was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a while in the bar in front.

To be honest, Maca really didn't expect her to come.

"Little brother, elder sister misses you!"

Before Maca's invitation, she stretched out her hand and gently pushed Maca's chest and walked into the room on her own.

Maca shrugged, smiled disapprovingly, and closed the door easily.

"Ms. Saint-Guina, don't know what's the matter for visiting at night?" He walked in, and said habitually, "I need something to drink—"

He stopped halfway through the conversation.

"...Oh, sorry," he waved his hand when he saw the other person looking back with a smile, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink."

"is it?"

Ms. Saint Guina said, winking meaningfully at Maca.

"Of course, of course," Maca smiled as he walked to the table in the room, then reached out and took it in his waist. "If you want to try something new, I actually have a lot of varieties here..."

He was talking, but his subordinates kept on. Not long after, there were a lot of potion bottles, large and small, on the table.

"Dragon, giant monster, mermaid... Oh, this is not an empty bottle, this is an invisible beast, I have only encountered it once, don't drink it all... By the way, there is another bottle here Basilisk, I believe you will be very interested..."

Each bottle of maca is as precious as many treasures. To be honest, these are all his inventory, and at least a half of them are not necessarily available for others to buy.

"Oh? There are even basilisks?" Ms. Saint Guena gave a soft smile. It seemed that the better her spirits became at night, "Well... this smells very refreshing..."

However, she just smelled it, and soon put the bottle in her hand back on the table.

"I make you bother, little brother...but sister, I'm picky about food!"

This sounded a bit unkind, but Maca thought of a possibility.

"Speaking of which, your surname seems familiar..." Maca raised his head and said, "Is it the'St. Guena'?"

"You remember well..." Ms. Saint Guina said, suddenly leaning against Maca, and her slender fingertips lightly swiped between Maca's neck.

"How about it, do you want to be my first'male'?" She leaned close to Maca's ear and whispered winkingly.

"Even if you are a vampire, you can't live that long..." Maca smiled and gently pushed her away, "Or you want to tell me that soaking a girl's blood can really allow the vampire to extend his life and resist aging? "

That's right, the Saint Guena lady in front of her is a complete vampire.

"Why, don't you believe it?" St. Guena took a half step later, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Immortality is not the patent of those wizards. The Muggle world is rumored that vampires can live forever. The story and legend!"

Maca didn't argue with her, but sat down on the chair by the table and motioned behind the other party.

"Please sit down! I think... the night may be your active time, but I still need to sleep for a while!"

As he said, he softly repeated the original question again: "I don't know if you are looking for me, what's the matter?"