Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ms. St. Guena, I knew you were wrong about preparing for this! In weather like today, some of you who can't sleep'at night' will choose to take a stroll..."

At this moment, Maca is holding a black umbrella, standing next to a small building.He raised his head and looked up over the edge of the umbrella-it was a closed window. Because of the reflection, he could not actually see anything in the window.

But in fact, from here, one can already vaguely sense the magical fluctuations coming out of that room.

"Yes, young people nowadays can't stand loneliness. They would prefer the crowded daytime." Beside Maca, Saint Guena held another umbrella and whispered, "Oh, but you have to know , I am not too old in the clan."

"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to participate in Professor Slughorn's small event the next day," Maca nodded, looking up and casually said, "He also likes to be lively... I will notify in advance. He said, then maybe he will prepare an authentic'red velvet cake' for you?"

"I heard that he will teach at Hogwarts again?" St. Guena said with a smile, "I will look forward to it."

And behind them, a teenager who seemed to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old struck his wet hair with his hand, and watched Maca and St. Guena chatting with a puzzled face.

He is also a vampire, and this place is where he brought Maca and St. Guena.

Vampires are very sensitive to fresh flowing blood, but they are more sensitive to blood that contains magical powers.Therefore, since ancient times, they have rarely dealt with Muggles, because in their opinion, the blood of the wizard with just the right amount of magic power will be more delicious and delicious.

Oh!By the way, they seem to call the magic in the blood "blood energy".

Okay, okay...it doesn't matter whether you mention it or not like this kind of insignificant knowledge.After all, wizards are more and more powerful than vampires. This has always been a fact. It has never been easy to suck the neck of a wizard.

To return to the subject, as Maca just mentioned-he guessed that there might be a vampire walking around in London today, and the person he was following had appeared here.

If you want to ask who is most likely to have some clues, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Association.

Then the facts proved that his guess was not wrong at all!

"Seriously, I thought we needed to get everyone to go around! But the result was better than I expected," Maca said, suddenly retracted his gaze looking up and took it into his waist pocket. dig.

"Thank you!" He turned to the young vampire and said, "If you don't mind, I have your breakfast today!"

After that, Maca took out a glass tube of scarlet slurry and handed it to the boy who was as big as he looked.

"This was originally for some little guys, but then I think they actually prefer to eat meat directly."

While he was talking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the sleeve of his right hand, and took a few small black spots that appeared again.

The young man nodded in a daze, hesitantly reached out and took the large test tube over.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Maca shrugged, then turned around again, "Ms. Saint Guina, I think I should go up and see... Oh, I'm sorry to trouble you today, I have to say, thank you very much."

"No, don't do that, this is what we should do for you..." Saint Guena pursed his lips, and watched Maca go to the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should follow? Mom always said that the more proactive the more effective when chasing men." Under the rain and fog, the boy looked at Saint Guena and suggested in a low voice.

But when St. Guena heard it, he immediately glared at him angrily.

"Don't call me'grandma'!"

...

"The seniority of a vampire is really hard to understand.

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maca could not help but shook his head secretly listening to the conversation outside.After feeling so emotionally, he lifted his leg up the stairs.

According to the feeling of magic power, the guys who had escaped from under his hands before were on the top floor of this building, and there has been no change so far.

As he went up, he got closer to the source of the magic fluctuations, and his perception of the target gradually became clearer.

"...Two missing?"

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room.Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage taken away-Mr. Smith, deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be lying in it.

"You have to make sure to live--" As he walked silently to the door of the room, Maca secretly said in his heart, "This time, I can't miss like the last time."

As he was talking, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the wall next to it.

There are some cleverly laid out spells on the door, which is too time-consuming to crack.If there is a better breakthrough point, then why does he have to pick the place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out and tapping a few times against the slightly yellowed wall, Maca spread his right hand and shook it, and then dozens of small spiders rushed into his palm and were held loosely by him. Hands.

And the next moment, when he clenched his fist and went straight to the part of the wall near the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the effect of Transfiguration.

"well."

The opposite side of the wall seems to be a sofa or something, and opening a hole here is obviously safe from being discovered.Maca stretched out his fist directly, and then put the shrinking alienated eight-eyed giant spider into it.

After a while, he no longer had any scruples, and with a decisive wave of his hand, he enlarged the hole to the size of his body.After removing a cabinet opposite the wall hole, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," Maca looked around in the room and couldn't help laughing. "I think I should also teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

It did not exceed Maca's expectation. Without exception, the three people in it were completely petrified-yes, even the hapless Smith who was still lying on the table unconscious.

"I'm going to waste another bottle of Mandela resurrection potion," he muttered softly as he took out the medicine bottle and poured it on Smith. "The main ingredients are not cheap at all."

And just as Maca tried to wake up the hostages, the other two in the room were watching this side "intently". At their feet, there were a few small spiders crawling around.

Obviously, this is the desired effect of Maca.

Before long, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a dull look.

He first glanced at the Maca in front of him for a few moments, and then rolled his stagnant eyeballs around, seeming to want to figure out the specific situation he was in.

"Ah... what happened... what happened?"

The effect of the potion continues to complete its mission, which makes Mr. Smith finally awake, but it will take some time before he can move normally.

"Remember?" Maca plugged the empty potion bottle back to her waist. "You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards at your door."

"Oh, this... terrible." Smith said dullly, "Are you a kidnapper?"

"I really hope I am. In that case, I don't need to wander around London in the rain." Maca sighed, then looked down at each other's eyes, "My time is not easy, either. So...offended."

Before he could speak, Smithton, who was still recovering, felt his forehead shook suddenly, and his eyes became a little dull.

Soon, Maca suddenly raised his head, slightly closed his eyes and sorted out his thoughts.

Just when flipping through Smith's memory, he found a memory accurately.Since the time is not too far away, the memory is still quite clear, and what deserves his attention is obviously the conversation before the other half of the black-robed wizard suddenly turned back.

"...Really infighting?"

After a short while, Maca thoughtfully scanned the other two petrified "statues" in the room, and kept thinking about the conversation between Asaph and Miriam at the time.

Because Smith could not understand the language of the two men at all, the voice memory of the dialogue was very vague.And this, it seemed that Asaph at that time didn't care about Smith being present during the dialogue.

After pondering for a while, Maca turned around and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the room.

"That sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban... and my name," he said as he walked. "But it doesn't matter if you don't hear clearly, there are no two parties involved. Here it is!"

...

"hiss--"

Almost at the same time, near the "Max Roach Park" in the southern suburbs of London.

"Asaph, what's the matter?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam was holding an umbrella together with Asaph, and drove the road calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this moment, Miriam suddenly noticed that the umbrella above her head and Asaph next to her stopped.

"That McLean must have found them."

Asaph took out a piece of parchment that was cut to the size of a palm from his pocket. You can see that there are many names on the paper.

However, at this time, two of the names exudes an unusually cold, so that the dense moisture in the air has formed a thin layer of frost on the position of the letters.

"The chill just now was like the tip of a knife stuck on my thigh." Asaph looked at the parchment that was constantly condensed with frost marks, and the wind blew the parchment constantly. "I think...in an instant. Signs of life lost."