Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the United Kingdom, there is a saying:

"A bonfire can disperse the cold, and unity can drive away difficulties (Canfiretodispersethechill, unitycanputthedifficultaay.)."

This is undoubtedly an inspirational proverb, and I believe it has inspired many people and left many positive deeds in the long history.

But it is a pity that sometimes, this sentence can also be used on a group of selfish people who hide their evil intentions.

For example, Tom Riddle, who wanted to dominate the British magic world, attracted a group of Death Eaters with pureblood theory; another example, Gellert Greenward, who tried to overthrow the "Secrecy Act" and lead the new world, used His ideals and personality charm gathered a large number of elite men.

For another example, a thousand years ago, the despicable Helbo...

In this world, no matter how powerful a person is, there is a limit.Haierbo, a veteran black wizard, naturally does not know the importance of unity.

Therefore, in the era before being crushed by Salazar Slytherin, Helbo had established his own power just like the recent two generations of Dark Lords.

Of course, after Haierbo himself was suppressed and sealed, the remaining lackey forces had nothing to eat.

Under the supervision of the wizarding council at that time, which is the predecessor of the current Ministry of Magic, the families that dared to follow Helbo to make a fuss signed a powerful magic contract one by one, and completely retreated behind the scenes of the world stage.

It is ironic that these ancient wizard families can retain more heritage, but it is precisely because of that contract.

"...So, all the offspring with the blood of ancestors flowing in their bodies cannot actively interfere with the society of wizarding outsiders. Of course, if they counterattack passively, the contract is still allowed."

After listening to the narration of Witte’s old patriarch, "Old Barno" on the sofa did not show much reaction.But in fact, he was somewhat surprised in his heart.

After all, this matter is actually related to myself, and the relationship is quite close!

"Huh, what about those contracts? Don't tell me, you didn't even want to destroy them?" He rubbed his forehead again, and asked casually.

However, when Old Werther heard these words, there was a bit more wry smile on his face.

"When two families are declining quickly without knowing why, probably no one dares to ponder this matter anymore!"

When talking about this, the old Patriarch seemed helpless-who wouldn't want his family to regain its glory?

However, under the dual constraints of that contract and the changes in the world structure, even if their family is strong, it will be difficult to stand up after all.

However, it may be seen that the "Bano" in front of him did not come with malice. The old Patriarch gradually became calmer while telling the past.

"Um... a powerful blood curse? It sounds like it should be Salazar's method..." After a little muttered, the other party continued, "Well, this question will come here for now! Two things, this is one thing I really care about—"

As he was talking, he suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze pierced towards Old Witt.

"Abatel, the magic book of your Werther family, are you still there?"

This sentence is the last thing Old Witt wants to hear, but he actually understands that this is exactly what the other party is most likely to mention.

As the magic inheritance of the Witt family, "Abatel" records a lot of research results, even some ancient magic that has long been listed as taboo by the magic world.

For example, the "demon summoning technique", which was separately listed as a major system in ancient summoning techniques, and the "demon sacrificial technique", which is closely related to the former!

"Sorry, if you want to ask this, please forgive me for not being able to answer."

Since the magic book "Abatel" is equivalent to the entire Werther family, it is reasonable,

However, in the eyes of the other party, his persistence is like a boring joke.

"Witt," Old Barno sneered and asked nonchalantly, "If I tell you now, I am the'Halpo' you just said was suppressed in the unknown, and you would still tell me you'no I answer "?"

While talking, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at the door leading to the study room.

...

As I said earlier, the weather today is not very good.The gloom that started to rise early in the morning did not clear up in the afternoon, but a continuous drizzle started.

But isn't this the most typical weather in the UK?

Speaking of it, Mario has never had a good impression of cloudy days, but today is different.Miriam's lunch invitation made him look forward to something rare.

The phrase "Don't you want to feel the taste of breaking free", it really affected his already silent heart.

However, at this moment he was surprised to find that things seemed to be different from what he had imagined.Or in other words, it is impossible for him to understand what true freedom really looks like.

"……here is?"

Standing in the deepest part of a cramped alley, Mallio couldn't help being a little stunned.He could feel the dampness under the soles and smell the damp and musty smell in the alley, but he could not find the so-called "freedom" at all.

This is the underground black market in London, and Mallor usually does not come too often.

But as Maca had realized at the time, the streets and lanes here are too complicated, and no one dares to say that they know everything about this place.

Mallor usually has things to do when he comes here, so naturally he has no time to wander around.

And Miriam beside him seemed quite relaxed at the moment, with a smile on her lips.Even the expensive clothes on her look a little abrupt here.

"Don't ask, just follow me."

Having said that, Miriam took out the wand and lightly tapped certain brick holes in the wall. The brick wall immediately sank a large piece, revealing a thick wooden door.

On that door, there were also a few crooked words-Mianlong Bar.

As if perceiving that Mario was a little hesitant, Milian patted him on the shoulder and gave him a brisk look.

"Don't worry, I've actually only been here a few times, it's the most recent thing."

Before she finished her words, she stretched out her hand and opened the wooden door and walked in generously.Upon seeing this, Ma Leu had to choose to follow in her footsteps with full of doubts.

But when Mallio stepped across the doorway, a burst of noise immediately drowned him.

In the British magical world, there are quite a few bars, but such noisy bars are extremely rare.Unlike Muggles who want to use craziness to relieve the pressure of life, most wizards are still used to slow-paced enjoyment.

However, in this "Sleeping Dragon Bar", there is no feeling of "sleeping" at all.

It can be seen that the head space here is not small, probably because of the non-mark stretching curse.

There are all kinds of messy wooden round tables all around, and there is a bar counter in each corner, and the house elves step on high stools to serve the guests.

And in the center of those round tables, an oval dance floor flashed with dazzling colorful lights, and the cold air from nowhere covered the floor of the dance floor and continued to spread around.

As for the guests who indulge in joy in this bar, their bodies moved along with the several veevas on the dance floor, and at first glance they were full of hot illusions.

Mario even felt that he had begun to dizzy.

"Relax, don't be so stiff—" Milian punched him sharply in the chest and yelled in his ear, "Come here, let's go there first!"

After shouting so, she unceremoniously grabbed Mallor's sleeve and dragged the latter to the dancing crowd.

It is crowded, noisy, and chaotic... well, at least for Mallor.

Waves of music like a huge wave rushed through his eardrums, shaking him to the point that his whole body was trembling, and his head was numb.When advancing in the crowd, the surrounding bodies seemed to be falling down on him, and he had to shake three times when he took a step.

But somehow, the scorching air in this bar seemed to be ironing his soul continuously, and unknowingly it washed away the anxiety in his heart.

Just halfway through, Mario felt that he had merged with the enthusiasm here, and the sorrow that had been suppressed in his heart in previous years, he also wanted to spout out of his throat.

"what--"

He just yelled involuntarily, and suddenly he tripped on his toe, and then fell on his head.Miriam, who was walking in the front, only felt a slip of her fingers, where could she find someone when she looked back?

"Oh, it seems a bit too anxious..." She pursed her mouth, and complained to herself secretly.

When Miriam pushed aside the crowd and found Mallor's figure again, there were already many more footprints on the poor guy.What made Miriam dumbfounded was that she actually saw an arbitrary smile on the face of Mallor who was lying on the ground.

Freedom, is this the taste of freedom?

The feeling of putting aside all the house rules, dogma, etiquette, and responsibilities is so wonderful!

Mario allowed Miriam to drag him up from the ground forcibly, and he felt pain in several places where he was stepped on, but he just wanted to laugh out loud.

I don't know how long it took.

In short, after eating a dish of fish and chips that tasted bad, drinking a few bottles of messy wine, and letting go of himself for a good vent, he finally walked out of this room with Miriam staggeringly A black market bar that dances like demons.

As the wooden door behind him turned back to the gray-black wet brick wall, the deafening noise just now disappeared completely, and only the hum that still existed in his ears told him that everything was not a fantasy.

"Moreover, I don't have such a rich imagination!"

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