Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

That was still Barno's voice. The old Patriarch heard from his young age at his current age, and that was so familiar.But it was the familiar voice that was now being controlled by another strange will, and it threatened him.

Old Witt lowered his eyes slightly in silence, without saying a word.

At this moment, the members of the Werther family are a little surprised.

Most of them can understand that Barno, the old butler that everyone respected in the past, is afraid that he is no longer him.But even if they knew, what should they do?

The eyes were gathered on the old Patriarch's body, and everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

"I—" "Mr. Witt."

After a short silence, Old Witt seemed to have made some decision.But before he could say a few more words, Maca suddenly interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Witte," Maca glanced at Helbo not far away, with a calm face, "Isn't he able to threaten you so much because I'm here? If I said, I'm not in your Witte family's house today. Di discovered his presence...Do you think you can help me?"

He didn't say what he wanted Old Witt to help him, but in fact there was no need to say, because everyone present could understand his intentions instantly.

"I didn't find..." Old Witt's lips moved slightly, and he asked intently, "Are you serious?"

Maca immediately shrugged and said:

"Obviously, I don't have to deceive you on this kind of thing-since he still needs to use coercive means to force you to stand in line, I feel that there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you also know that in the UK today Magic world, I can still say a few words!"

His remarks obviously gave old Witt a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to follow Helbo now, it is equivalent to opposing the entire magical world.As the owner of the family, he is naturally unwilling to do such a business that is basically harmful and unhelpful to the Witt family.

But when Old Witt’s eyes flashed brightly, as if he had found a way out, Helbo spoke again.

"McLean, you really used this trick well. If I didn't prepare for it beforehand, I'm afraid I will only retreat today..."

As Haierbo was talking, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"It's a pity," he said, "the Witt family can choose, from start to finish, it's only me!"

In the end, the corners of his mouth were hooked, showing a rather permeating smile.

And at the next moment, an obvious magic wave suddenly swept across this side hall, and the source of the unknown wave seemed to be...

"You ruined the entrance to the black market?"

Macalho turned his head, just calculated a little, and then frowned.

"Is it possible that you want to completely take this underground black market for yourself?"

"Humph."

Hearbo heard this and suddenly chuckled.

"According to yourself?" He shook his head, as if he had heard a funny joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed too long, too long for you to imagine."

Hearing what he said, Maca suddenly realized a possibility.

"You mean to say... this was originally your site?"

After having this guess, Maca couldn't help but push back quickly, who knows that the more he thinks, the more likely it is.But there is only one thing he can't figure out, and that is-why did Helbo choose to settle here?

Maca still remembers that Helbo’s hometown is ancient Greece, which is far from here!Is it just for a close confrontation with the Big Four of Hogwarts?

Of course Helbo wouldn't know what he was thinking. Seeing Maca said the answer himself, he nodded immediately.Seeing his satisfied expression, it seemed as if he still admired Maca.

Whether he is really admiring Maca or just satirizing Maca, that's not sure.

After a while, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again, not caring too much:

"Want to come, do you have'friends' here too? Isn't it appropriate to say hello to them? I think, if you go now, you might be able to take more people away. In a while, they can just It’s not easy to leave..."

Speaking of this, Haierbo turned to the direction of Witt's old Patriarch again, and the person in the pair of deep pupils was suddenly full of spirit.

"Look, I gave you some time, but in fact, I also set aside some space for myself. Otherwise, if you keep spending it here, then I will be a little embarrassed."

When he said this, although he was looking at old Werther, the person he was talking to was still Maca.From what he said, he could actually hear it-he was still on guard for Maca's ability, at least in the current state.

As Maca listened, her eyes became sharper.

He suddenly raised the staff in his right hand, and the cooling rune flashed across the top of it.And at such a moment, the temperature in this side hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Witt family couldn't help shivering.

The next second, Maca stared at Helbo's profile and asked softly:

"Then, if I'm going to give you a shot now... would you still feel embarrassed?"

"Oh, of course it will be embarrassing," Haierbo immediately turned his head and looked directly at Maca's eyes, "and will be'extraordinarily' embarrassed...because, with this body, I You may not even be able to avoid it."

"It's just that it doesn't make any sense to you or me, does it?"

Maca knew that in terms of this sentence, the other party was right.Haierbo is not too difficult to occupy another's body in a state of remnant soul. The key lies in capturing the target's mental strength.

In other words, the difficulty for him is that he cannot easily obtain a higher quality body, nothing more.

"Aren't you going? It's too late if it's too late - then, don't blame me for not giving you enough time to transfer'them'."

Seeing that Maca was still not moving, Haierbo pretended to "kindly" persuade him.

"...Then'see you later'."

Maca paused, then turned around and walked away, leaving behind a figure still exuding chills in everyone's sight.

But when he left, the members of the Witt family who had been hostile to him at first sinked.Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Maca’s departure is probably not a good thing for their Witt family.

"Um... Witte, do you know?"

Haierbo didn't even look at the old Patriarch at this moment. He just looked at the direction Maca was leaving and said to himself:

"Seriously, he is the wizard who really embarked on the path of magic in this era, compared to the younger generations of you who are not climatic. If he is not from Hogwarts..."

Halfway through, Haierbo seemed to be out of interest, and waved his hand quite carefree.

"Let me go to the second floor of the basement secret room," he couldn't help but say authentically, "As far as time is concerned, no one will ever be enough...Some things should be prepared."

But when he saw him talking, he was walking towards the corridor. Seeing him like that, he was probably more familiar with this mansion than the members of the Witt family.

...

When Helbo went to the bottom of Witt's house and Maca hurried to race against time, Miriam and the three others were walking around near the Thames.

"Can't get in, several entrances here are invalid, what about your side?"

"Me too."

"It's the same with me!"

Under a certain bridge across the Thames, each of them ran from one direction, and the three of them gathered together again.But among the three of them, none of them brought back any good news.

"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the exit on the other side from the black market...or, simply destroyed them."

Miriam frowned tightly, talking about her guess, but also a little confused.After all, in this way, they probably won't be able to intervene in the Werther family in a short time.

"Do you need to report to the boss?" Asaph deliberated, couldn't help asking.

But Milian shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss said, what he should tell us has been made clear. After he returns, we have to rely on ourselves to judge what we should do and how we should do it..."

Mario on the side was a little surprised, because this was the first time he knew that there was someone behind these two people who was leading the whole situation.

"The'boss' you mentioned...who is it?"

Not long ago, Mallor had already made a covenant with Miriam under the auspices of Asaph with an unbreakable curse.

And under the solid non-disclosure agreement, he can also be regarded as a "thief ship" on the two feet of Miriam.Some things, there is no need to keep him secret.

Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.

"You don't need to know yet." Asaph sent him away with just one sentence.

"Anyway, let's try other entrances. There are so many entrances to the black market, and not all of them are connected to those exits in the middle of the street...and try to find a way!"

After saying this, Miriam murmured again:

"Well, there is an Anti-Phantom Manifestation in the black market... I knew I had to make a door key first."

Not long after, the three of them scattered on the barren beach again, and each chose a route they had not traveled to investigate one by one.

At this moment, rain and fog are still floating in the sky, and the earth is covered in mist.

It's just that the sky is gradually fainting.Through the rain curtain, the neon on the street gleamed with faint multicolored brilliance, giving the world a little more psychedelic feeling.

The blossoming black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttled back and forth in the rain curtain, as if they were talking silently, that the upcoming night view of London was still hazy as usual.

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