Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Since the beginning of Christmas, the heavy snow has quietly gone, and the recent sunshine is always warm and pleasant. If you walk under the sun, you can feel the warmth bestowed by nature.

Of course, you can’t just open the door to bask in the sun. After all, the snow has not melted away, and the temperature below freezing still covers the earth, maintaining the cold that should belong to this season.

Steve Key is a small town near the coast of southeast England.This town is not too big, and because it is not close to several large ports, the construction here seems a little insignificant.

Here too, the snow is still covered in large areas, and it is a piece of white at a glance, but this has been built into a chaotic town with a wonderful sense of unity.

And in the shanty town on the back of the town, there have been a few more unknown people who have been rushing in these days.

"Yaxley, I think we should leave the British magic world! If this continues, we may not be able to keep it—"

"Shut up! Do you remember what I said? After I came out, no one was allowed to mention that again! Rotten it in my stomach, understand? Or say...you want me to waste precious magic power to make up for you An amnesia?"

Under a simple iron scaffold in the shantytown, two men are living here, lowering their voices and talking to each other.They are almost tall, their clothes are almost torn, and their expressions show endless exhaustion because of their uninterrupted running.

It's just that the looks of the two of them are not the same. The man called "Yaxley" has a fierce face, and his arms and legs are quite thick, which is not easy to provoke at first glance.The other one is relatively thinner, with a somewhat wretched appearance, and looks very incompatible with his good height.

"Morseb, it's your turn today. Go back to those stupid Muggles who know something to eat." Yaxley waved his hand and said to the thin man.

"No problem." The guy named Morsebe agreed, a strange excitement flashed across his face.

"Look at your face and I know what you want to do--" Yaxley frowned and said fiercely, "Remember what we are going to do now, don't make any noise to me!"

"Okay, I know it in my heart..." Morseber smiled, "Can you not believe in my temper and my abilities? Don't worry, Jake..."

"Don't get close to me, think clearly before doing things! Do you want me to believe in your abilities? If we really believe in your abilities, we won't be chased by those damn Aurors like sniffing with giant treasures alone. Up!"

"Hey! We do have a'pocket' that can hold things, but it's not a treasure in it..." Mulsiber smiled casually, and left the scaffolding, stepping on the snow. Go far away.

Hearing what he said, Yaxley turned his head subconsciously, and glanced into the shed behind him.In the shadows inside the shed, a plain cowhide suitcase was lying there against the wall, looking beyond suspicious.

When he turned around again, the probe looked around outside the shed and found that there were no figures, then he turned around and walked inside.

"Click—click—"

With two crisp metal crashes, the buckle of the suitcase was gently pushed open with his thumb, and then he put down the suitcase and opened it quickly.

After opening, Yaxley lowered his head and looked inside, then he stood up directly, raised his leg and stepped into the suitcase.One foot first, and then the other. When half of his body got into the box, he lifted his hands on the ground, and the whole person sank into the hand-held like a bottomless hole. In the box.

The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the box.With my fingers tapping on the edge of the box, I saw that the suitcase suddenly bounced up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and then closed again.

There are clutter everywhere in this shed,

...

"...The Muggles in this place are poorer than the other, but Yaxley still wants to go to this place! I would have prepared some food before I knew it..."

Mulsiber walked around in this chaotic shanty town, glanced around, but he was not looking for a target-he was just passing the time.

Even if he had to do it, he would not choose where they were hiding, which was not conducive to hiding their whereabouts.Those Aurors are well-trained, and may be worse than these dark wizards in actual combat, but they all have a keen sense of smell like dogs in search missions.

In addition, the Phantom Shifting Curse is not a panacea, and emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for long-distance pursuit and escape that takes time and procrastination.If an unlucky one is detected by Auror's tools, it is very likely that the approximate location of the hiding will be inferred.

Of course, if the Apparition goes abroad directly, it won't be so much.

"...When will we go around in the UK?" Mursiber complained in a low voice.

Yes, from the very beginning he proposed to escape to other countries.He believed that as long as he was not within the reach of the British Ministry of Magic, he would be able to escape the pursuit of the Aurors.

In fact, his idea is correct. If the Auror of the British Ministry of Magic wants to pursue internationally, he must obtain a series of permits, which will take a lot of time.When they got the relevant approvals, with the means of Morsebe and Yaxley, everything was too late.

However, this idea does not apply this time.

Yaxley’s judgment is correct, because the big event that Voldemort and Greenward were buried at Hogwarts has been settled, and the Ministry of Magic in most other countries no longer worry about causing unnecessary trouble.If Death Eaters flee into other countries, the Ministry of Magic of those countries will be happy to be a favor.

Or in other words, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to catch a few Death Eaters, which will give them an advantageous bridge for dialogue with the British Ministry of Magic.

Yaxley is very politically savvy, and he is more or less clear about the conflict of interests between these countries, so he is quite sure that his group will never leave Britain.The current situation in the British Ministry of Magic is not stable, and this will be one of their breakthrough points to achieve their ultimate goal.

Not long after, Murserber, who was thinking about walking and muttering while walking, walked all the way south, and after passing through the snow-covered fields, he soon came to the main area of ​​the town of Stefky.

At first glance, the buildings here are much stronger than the shanty towns in the north. The main body of the house is made of brightly colored red bricks. The exterior walls are embedded with a large number of neat pebbles, which look a little bright against the snow. Fresh and neat.

The population of this small town is not large, and the place is relatively large. Almost every household has a spacious yard.Most of the ground in the yard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine stone ground makes them look quite pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, there are elderly people from a few families basking in the sun leisurely in the yard, and the newspapers in their hands are smashed by the old men. It is a good scene in the rural slack town.

Morsebe walked on the street like this, and the torn wizard's robe was a bit dazzling. When he passed several houses, the old men and old ladies gave him curious and weird eyes.

It wasn't that he had no chance to change some less conspicuous clothes, after all, it couldn't be easier for the dark wizard to get a few Muggle clothes.But fanatical pure-bloodists like them, how would they be willing to wear Muggle costumes?He would rather his wizard robes not cover his body than wear Muggle costumes.

At this time, whenever someone noticed Morsebe, Morsebe would also turn his head to look at him.He is looking for someone who is suitable to start, so that he can go in and "get" something later.

No, to be precise, waiting for those stupid Muggles to be delivered to him.

"...Well, this house is barely passable, it should be somehow accessible." Morseber looked at a relatively refined house and compared it slightly with the minimum standard in his heart.

Both he and Yaxley were from a family of noble pure-blood wizards, and even during the escape period, they would never be willing to treat their "noble" stomachs badly.

As his sleeve shook, the wand slid down the sleeve to his palm, followed by a series of spells.The Muggles who had seen him before had been given an amnestic spell, and the middle-aged woman at the door of the house in front of him directly sent an Imperius spell as his meeting gift.

"Help me prepare lunch."

Mursiber said casually, walking incessantly, and pushed the half-hidden door open and walked in.Look at his unhurried momentum, as if he is the master here.

A faint smile from the heart flashed across the face of the woman who was casted with the Imperius Curse, as if she had fallen into a boundless sense of happiness. After reconciling, she followed him back to the house. went.

This is the terrifying Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and the most invincible black magic.The person who has been cursed will follow the caster's words, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on that face will sink into the heart, making people unable to detect any trace.

This Murseber is the dark wizard who has studied the Imperius Curse the most among the Death Eaters, and the clerk of the Ministry of Magic who robbed the prison this time has been under his control.

In the next second, the door of this house closed silently, and the courtyard was calm again, and it seemed that nothing had happened under the sun.