Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Asaph, do you remember? We all spent some time in London when we were young... but look! London is much cleaner now than it was before..."

"Oh, I know, didn't you see all of them when I came just now? Stay away from the window! I want to stay here a little longer!"

In that prosperous place in central London, a group of four people who had fled from Maca carried a burden, and arrived at the second hiding place that was prepared in advance.

In fact, they appeared in a small alley, and then the leader Asaph immediately took the remaining members of Group A and hurriedly left the dark and humid alley and mixed into the crowds on the streets of London.

Yes, this is a good idea, because as long as they don't use magic at will, the large number of Muggles will become one of their most reliable covers.

"Hey, Asaph! Don't you want to look at this city more?"

It was Miriam who was standing by the window talking. From her words, one could hear that she and Asaph had actually known each other since childhood.Moreover, they seem to have lived here originally.

"I said, come here!" Asaph sat on a chair and rubbed his temples, "I would rather be able to sit in this city for a while... It’s because we miss it so much, I’m serious, and it’s also because we have a task to complete."

As he was talking, he turned his head suddenly, and the chair foot suddenly made a "crunch" on the floor.

"Furthermore, London is still London, and it's not much better now, has it?" Asaph said lightly, looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the hazyness under the gray sky.

"Okay, okay!" Miriam said helplessly, "I have to admit that you have successfully dispelled my interest... Forget it, the past is also gone."

After all, she walked to the side chair gracefully and sat on it lazily.

Today's London afternoon is still wet, even if the weather in Canterbury or Hogwarts is good, it has nothing to do with it.

Across the window glass, the cars on the street outside were driving back and forth, unconsciously becoming the noisy background sound of this suddenly quiet room.

Sometimes people may think that the rainy and foggy weather will always make people's mood gradually become gloomy, right?

"Rhodes should be dead."

After a short while, Asaph finally spoke again.

Miria and the other three companions did not show any depression or sadness, as if it were a matter of course.

However, they did not answer the conversation casually, but continued to maintain their own silence.

"The wizard in the gray cloak is very strong. Even if you and I both play the hole cards, he will probably not be his opponent." Asaph continued to analyze softly, because no one spoke to him and no one looked at him. As if talking to himself.

"I think that's probably Hogwarts's professor of ancient magic-the young and outstanding'Mr. Maca McLean'."

After finishing these few words, Asaph closed his mouth again, and the room returned to silence again...until Miriam opened his mouth without warning.

"So," she said, "who's next turn?"

For Miriam's words, Asaph just shrugged, and the other three still didn't say anything.Only in the center of the room, Smith who was placed on the table slapped his mouth—obviously, he was still in a coma.

"Didn't you decide long ago?" Miriam glanced at Asaph and said, "Who is next?"

"It must not be you anyway," Asaph smiled, "Sit back and relax! This is our job-it's you, you should get ready."

"No," Miriam shook her head, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "It's no longer necessary to prepare, anytime."

"Oh? That's a surprise..."

Asaph murmured, then raised his hand and continued to rub his forehead.

...

At about the same time, in the alley where Asaph and their apparitions appeared.

"Oh, I hate London, it makes me feel slimy all day long!" The wretched old man lifted his feet twice, and the soles of his worn leather shoes stepped on the slippery floor tiles. sound.

"Really?" Mondungus curled his lips and said, "I like it - here, no one is too lazy to pay attention to you, and you often don't bother to pay attention to anyone!"

"So, this is an excellent hiding place." The bearded smiled.

While the three of them were still looking at this section of the alley and chatting casually for a while, Maca had already sensed the residual magic power around it.

But as expected, after those people came here, they never used any magic again.

"Fat Mouse, what do you think?"

After looking around, Maca turned his head and looked at the bearded side.But before his words settled, the beard shook his head decisively, indicating that he hadn't noticed anything yet.

"is it?"

Upon seeing this, Maca looked up at the alley again. The buildings with a somewhat period atmosphere gave the city a immersive vicissitudes of life.

However, this dense and hazy rain and fog makes people somewhat lack the interest to look up and appreciate.

After watching for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Let me say that the weather in London is still very good," Maca said leisurely. "As far as I know, at least some of the'people' always like this gloomy combination of natural and artificial."

"What?" The wretched old man turned around, slightly puzzled.

"Anyway, let's spread out first and use our own methods to find out!"

Maca didn't explain much. After saying this, he walked directly along the slightly cramped lane.The remaining three guys who were a little puzzled looked at each other, and had to follow Maca's words to start their actions separately.

In fact, Maca didn't want to go back to the three of them at first, if he chose to chase them right away, maybe he could catch those guys leaving in time.

But after thinking about it a little bit, he gave up playing a street chase scene in London.

London is the center of the United Kingdom. There are too many Muggles here. If not necessary, he doesn't want to make a big commotion here!

As soon as he walked out of the alley, Maca was immediately swallowed by the noise of the street outside.

The Muggle world is still so disturbing. At a glance, the streets are mostly cars, pedestrians and a large umbrella that Londoners must go out.

Once he stepped into the flow of people, Maca clearly felt the familiarity he once had-it was a sense of integration that almost made him forget even the magic world temporarily.

Finally, after passing a small four-story building, he stepped away from the crowd on the walking path and came to the antique shop on the first floor of that building.

Standing in front of the dusty glass window of the shop, Maca subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the third-story window upstairs.

Then, he stretched out his hand and tapped his fingers on the window glass a few times.

It looks like a storefront that has long been closed. There are a lot of goods in the store, but there is not even a person. There is also a rusty chain on the door handle.

Correspondingly, the Muggles coming and going on the sidewalk hardly looked here, as if they were not interested in it at all.

Like the entrance to the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, a similar curse was obviously cast here—seriously, this is actually not a rare thing in downtown London.

"Sir, this is the location of the private association. If you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate, thank you for your cooperation!"

After knocking on the glass, a line of slightly fancy English fonts appeared on it.Below that line, there is a box, it seems that the so-called "membership certificate" is probably verified here.

Unfortunately, Maca is neither a member here nor any proof.

Of course, it is not difficult for Maca to get in.

He didn't hesitate, and soon opened his palm and pressed it directly on the glass.

However, he saw that the window glass that could have been knocked hummingly, at this moment, turned out to be like a large thin gummy candy, being deformed by him.

Not long after, Maca's arm was completely plunged into the window, followed by half of his body, the other arm, and one foot. In a blink of an eye, he went into the glass and disappeared.

At the same time, at the other end of the entrance, the place where Maca drilled out was a wall.To be more accurate, it was a wall at the end of a corridor.

Looking up, this corridor is not long, but there is not even a window around it. The only lighting is the row of dim light bulbs on the ceiling.

Therefore, this broken place is a bit gloomy no matter how you look at it, and people can't help but get goose bumps.

It's just that Maca didn't seem to care about it... Or, he seemed to have known what it would look like a long time ago, and he didn't show any surprise at all in this permeating environment.

Without thinking about it, Maca lifted his leg and walked forward, the sound of step by step footsteps reverberating in this quiet corridor, almost mixing together.

Until he stopped in front of a certain door, the sound of footsteps still lingered in his ears.

Maca lifted his eyelids slightly, and looked at the old door. There was a palm-sized nameplate on it.Although the edges of the metal house plate were covered with dots of rust, the letters on it could still be seen clearly.

"Boom boom!"

He only glanced at the nameplate, then reached out and knocked on the door-you know, he would never do such a rude behavior on weekdays.

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