Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I think... that's a sign that they lost their lives in an instant..."

In the misty rain curtain, Asaph looked down at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook the rain on the paper, then slid it up and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of his coat.

"That's fine," Milian blinked and said calmly, "At least there should be no pain."

"Yeah!" Asaph shook his head, "However, this means we have to hurry up...I hope that the young assistant to the Minister of Magic will return home on time after receiving the letter. "

"It's okay in terms of time," Milian nodded, "Trust me, he will be back... Besides, he is only the third assistant. This kind of position is really busy, but the busy ones are often insignificant. Thing, isn't it?"

"Compared to these, I would rather believe that he would care more about his uncle's safety." Asaph sighed, "Because this way, the effect of the Imperius Curse will be better."

"I never expect that every person I cast is a kind-hearted softhearted man," Milian curled her lips, "So I have been practicing non-stop-aren't you the same?"

Hearing this, Asaph had to raise his hand noncommittal and shook it, indicating that this topic need not be continued.

As a result, the two continued to advance along the road under the rain, and after turning a turn, they came to an intersection on the other side of the park.

"According to Smith’s memory, his sister’s house should be at the end of that garden." Millian pointed to the private garden opposite the crossroad. "When I saw sunflowers, say, "Go to hell! Richard !', we can see the door of their house."

"Why'Richard'?" Asa frowned.

"They think that Richard is a pure-blooded shame," Miriam said casually. "It was an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker-he planted a 26-foot-tall sunflower and smiled. It appeared in the Muggle newspaper."

"Oh, this is really funny." Asaph sarcastically said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

After all, Asaph and Miriam crossed the turbulent road together. The former concealedly took out his wand and clicked on the lock of the garden iron fence door, then opened the door and walked in.

This is a private garden full of greenery. The more they walked in, the two people found that the surrounding plants became taller and denser.Fortunately, the space here is not big, but after a few turns, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

"I hope that Mr. Smith's sister hasn't changed her password." Asaph said, she stretched out her hand and gestured, "How about you or me?"

"I don't want to read such stupid lines," Miriam looked at Asaph, tilted her head, "By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because going home usually only needs Apparition. Up."

"I don't want to miss it either, but...oh, okay!" Asaph turned his head and stared at the ordinary-looking sunflower. "Go to hell! Richard!"

"Okay, I will die now, dear sir."

After the sunflower suddenly gave birth to a mouth and answered, it immediately wilted, and the plant that was in front of them immediately opened a big doorway.

In fact, you can see through the doorway from here-opposite the passage, a rather chic-looking medium-sized mansion is quietly sitting on a green grass, and a smooth road leads directly to the mansion gate.

"Hurry up... I dare say that McLean may appear before our eyes at any time!"

...

"Well, I know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of that small building in London, Maca set aside the two semi-petrified statues, his expression at this time seemed somewhat complicated.

Judging by the inspection and comparison of Maca just now,

Although it cannot be seen from the outside, Maca knows-in the seemingly intact brain, the brain seems to have been disturbed by a whisk several times, and it is no longer possible to call them " Brain".

At first, when he was in Canterbury, the cause of death was the same for the first guy to "dead bravely". At that time, Maca thought he had launched some suicide spell in time.

but now……

"Is it a pre-established magic?" Maca pondered to himself, "No, I didn't sense any special fluctuations at first... Maybe it was the carrier's vow curse somewhere else?"

Just as Maca was thinking about it for a while, Ms. Saint Guena and her "grandson" who had just come up from downstairs stood not far away, looking at this side in silence.

After a while, the young vampire probably couldn't help his curiosity, and finally asked.

"...The first one? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Maca suddenly looked up, "By the way, what else is there for you to come up?"

"My grandma wants to tell you--" "No!"

The young vampire just wanted to say something, but Saint Guenna covered his mouth and forcibly pushed him outside the door.

"We just want to tell you that you are welcome to come to the association office again next time-this is what Mr. Deis said." At the door, she hurriedly said, "Then, see you next time!"

"Ok."

Maca nodded at the door, and then turned and looked at the sofa not far away, where the hapless Smith was sitting staring at the two semi-petrified'kidnappers' in a daze!

To be honest, judging from the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important person.But since Maca had already looked at the other's memory, right now, he seemed to have no need to stay.

Of course, besides Maca, he needs to ask him a few words.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," Maca walked to the other side and sat down casually on a back chair. "I'm Maca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts."

"Uh...huh?" Smith was stunned, then turned his gaze to Maca's face, "Maca McLean? Really? Oh... my little son has always regarded you as an idol!"

"I feel honored for this," Maca turned down his hood to reveal his face, and smiled lightly. "But for now, let's solve the problem in front of you! Can I ask you some questions? "

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most critical memory Maca is still a bit half-understandable.

He guessed from a limited number of words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but...this was originally what he expected, and it obviously didn't make much sense to him now.

And before the other party went to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic became a threshold they had to try to cross—this was the point!

"As far as I know, do you have a younger sister who works as a broom registrar in the Magic Transportation Department? And your brother-in-law is the head of the door key office?"

Earlier, when the petrification had just been lifted, Smith's consciousness was still a little confused, so Maca's use of pantographs did not impress him too much.

Therefore, when he heard that Maca knew so much about his family, he was still a little surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded repeatedly. "She is married to a good family and has a good time! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?"

"Yes, I talked about it once..." Maca said perfunctorily, and then went on to ask, "Then you know, does your brother-in-law's family get closer to an Auror?"

As far as Maca knew, only the Auror and the Minister of Magic had the right to enter and exit the gate to Azkaban.In addition, even the heads of other departments in the Ministry of Magic would never secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memories Maca had read before, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted.When he asked, he was just making sure that he hadn't missed it.

Yes, in this Mr. Smith's memory, there seems to be no trace of his nephew serving as an assistant minister at the Ministry of Magic.

"Auror?" Smith thought about it, and finally shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know too much...but I don't think they will have too much intersection with the Auror office."

"Okay!" Macka paused, then nodded slightly, "Please wait here for a while, soon someone will send you to the Ministry of Magic for protection-rest assured, I will do this' The kidnapping case' find it clear."

Having said that, he immediately stood up, and immediately afterwards his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait... before the Auror comes here..."

Before Mr. Smith's words were finished, Maca disappeared directly in front of him, and he was startled, and his tone quickly fell.

"...Just leave me here?" Smith said his last words stiffly.

But before he could touch the floor, the window on one side of the room opened automatically, and the rain and fog outside mixed in the wind, and it poured into this small living room.

"Don't worry! I have left something for you, and you will safely wait until the Auror arrives."

Maca's voice rang by the window, and Smith saw that the window was closed tightly again.It seems that only then did Maca really leave.

At this moment, in the rain curtain outside the window, Maca with the magic spell was flying straight in a certain direction with his feet on the magic book. The destination seemed to be the southern suburbs of London.

"Go there and take a look first, if you don't find anything, just go to the Ministry of Magic and guard it!"

The rain in London is always so thin and dense.