Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() In a seemingly inconspicuous shack in the west side of Jackson Trade Plaza.

Presumably to prevent people from seeing the light, the only two windows in the house were also tightly covered by curtains. Even so, only a faintly flamed oil lamp was lit in the shed.

The faint light can't disperse the darkness, making this room look gloomy.

At a small round table slightly illuminated by oil lamps, sat two plain-looking men and women.The two seem to be in their early twenties, and at most they will not be more than 30 years old. It stands to reason that they should be the age of activeness in the steady.

But somehow, although they were talking, the tone of their speech was faintly gloomy.

"...What to do? No target can be found everywhere, should we...should'go home' and report the situation to the owner?" The woman said softly, looking a little uneasy.

"No, we can't just go back like this... and look again... and look again..." Although the man seems to be older, he appears more shy and fearful than the woman. "Otherwise, the master will definitely whip us again. Of...no...never..."

When the woman heard the word "whip", she was shocked, and habitually bit her nails.For a while, there was an unpleasant "quack quack" in the quiet shed.

"...Where shall we... look for?" After a while, the woman retracted her finger and said to herself, "Mike and they haven't come back... Did they also meet that terrifying spider?"

"No, we won't...we have escaped too?" The man shook his head vigorously, "Although the spider is very powerful, there is no way to make us completely immobile... ."

"Then why... why didn't they come?" The woman took a deep breath, and then began to bite her nails again.

Because of her habit of relieving mental stress, her nails have been chewed pitted.Not only that, almost every fingertip is covered with new wounds and old wounds, which looks terrible.

"Let's look for it again...anywhere..." the man shrank his neck and said, "can't stay here and wait anymore, we have to go back when we arrive at noon tomorrow... Look again..."

"Wait a little longer..." The woman suddenly covered her chest, and a little cold sweat leaked from her forehead, "The time is almost here..."

"Ah...um..." The man subconsciously touched his chest as she said, then nodded silently.

In the dimness of the shed, the men and women fell silent again, only the "quack quack" sound of the woman chewing her nails from time to time still echoed in it.

Time is passing bit by bit, and they haven't completed the task yet, but right now they can only shrink on the stool and tremble slightly as if waiting to die.

New York time, three o'clock in the morning.

The two of them who were waiting silently with their eyes closed, suddenly their muscles tightened suddenly, and they pressed their chests almost at the same time.

Their faces gradually became distorted, their mouths gritted their teeth, and there were bursts of depressive roars, and their breathing became short and heavy.

If you look carefully, you might be able to see that under the faint light, every part of their foreheads, backs of hands, and necks, where the skin is exposed, is bruised.Their sweat slid down their cheeks to their chins, and then dripped drop by drop.

They seem to be suffering extremely intense pain!

But even so, they still dare not scream too much, they are constantly restraining themselves, just to not reveal where they are hiding.

Because they know that if they are accidentally exposed, then what awaits them will be endless punishment.For them, the master's whip is ten thousand times more terrifying than this timed pain!

Ten minutes later, the two of them collapsed weakly on the dusty and dirty ground, but they didn't care.They were just thinking-there are only nine hours left before noon tomorrow!

After only a little slowdown, they immediately got up and took off their head coverings from the shelf beside them.After fastening the cloak, they blew out the oil lamp and walked quickly to the door of the shed.

"I'm going to the north and east districts, you search here first, then go to the south district--" The woman roughly allocated the search range, and then they started to split up.

...

On the other side, Maca, who was also searching for Sirius, had already sent out all the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders that remained with him.

And he himself is not idle, but is doing house-to-house search with those little guys.

However, when he transformed into an Animagus form of a hummingbird and jumped out of the chimney of one house, he did not continue to fly to another house as before, but stayed in the air for a few seconds. .

Then he rushed straight in a certain direction without hesitation.

In an alley not far from the house just now, he saw a figure covered in a cloak, running sneakily to the other side of the alley.

He was very familiar with the magical reaction of that figure, but although he was familiar, he almost missed it.

That kind of weirdly weak wave of magic power is too concealed!If he hadn't been paying attention since just now, maybe he would have really let the other party slip past under his nose.

After tracking for a while in the form of Animagus, Maca quietly landed on the roof of a house and changed into a human form again.Immediately afterwards, he cast a phantom spell on himself, and then quickly chased after him.

He still didn't know how to change the silent person in the black mist form back into a human form, so he could only use a sneak attack method before the other party hadn't noticed it before proceeding.

The man didn't run fast, he hurried a few steps and immediately caught up with the opponent, and decisively threw a very powerful whole body restraint curse at the man.

The spell came into effect, and even though the other party was stiff, he fell silent in the dark alley, without time to react.

"...When it hasn't turned into black fog, is the resistance to spells the same as ordinary people?" Maca hurried forward, turned the man lying on the ground over, and opened it. The other's hood, "...female?"

The woman couldn't even move a finger under the effect of the whole body restraint curse, only the pair of eyes could move around.Maca didn't hesitate anymore, Dang Even stared at the other person's eyes and cast a chanting spell.

But just for a moment, he frowned immediately and shook his head subconsciously.

"What are these things?" Maca frowned and whispered to herself.

This woman didn't practice Occlumency, and his panic was working smoothly—probably.

That's right, Maca can only be described by the word "approximately", because when he read the memory of the other party, what he felt was the chaos and unspeakable pain and fear of large movies.

Pantheonism is more than just flipping through the memories of others, it can also make the surgeon empathize with the subject's emotions and emotions.

But what Maca felt in the mind of the woman lying on the ground before her eyes was a vague and distorted chaos, as well as a deep-seated fear.

That feeling occupies most of the woman's heart, making it difficult for Maca to read a clearer memory.

And the clearest picture that Maca obtained through this contemplation was a dark dungeon full of wailing, and the silhouette of a figure with the upper body hidden in the darkness.

"... So that's the case, is it so?" Maca narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully, "but who would that person be? Greenward's remaining party? A firm supporter? Excellent researcher. ?"

He lowered his head again, took out the Veritaserum and poured some into the woman's mouth, then stretched out the staff and swiped it towards the opponent's face.

"Answer me, where is Sirius Black?"

"……do not know."

"What are you doing here?"

"Search Sirius Black."

"Do you have any companions in this operation? Where are they?"

"There are four people in this operation. Joshua is now searching in the West End. Mike and Andrew are unknown."

"Why are you hunting down Sirius Black?"

"This is an order."

"Where is your stronghold?"

Maca kept asking questions, but when he asked about their stronghold, the woman actually froze under the effect of Veritaserum.

Although she kept opening and closing her mouth, there was only a vague "cuckling" in her throat, and there seemed to be some kind of fear from the depths of the soul that was trying to prevent her from telling the truth.

"I'll ask again, where is your stronghold?"

"in--"

Maca frowned and repeated the question again, but he never thought that just barely squeezing out a word from the other party's mouth, he immediately rounded his eyes and let out a hoarse growl in his throat.

And her face became distorted again, as if she was enduring great pain.

At the moment when the abnormality suddenly emerged, Maca suddenly sensed some kind of magical power fluctuations from black magic.And the source of those weird fluctuations is--

"...Chest."

There was no time for him to avoid anything. He quickly unfastened the tie of the opponent's cloak and the buttons of his robe, and then pulled the collar of the shirt underneath.

On the scarred skin on the opponent's chest, a deep imprinted pattern was emitting a dark purple light.And around the brand, a large number of dark red veins stretched out from it, faintly revealing an evil aura.

"The mark of the Deathly Hallows," Maca stared at the imprinted pattern, secretly contemplating, "...what exactly is Greenward planning?"