Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Compared with the colorful night scenes of London, the streets of the black market look particularly gloomy.There are no neon flashes, no car lights, and some are just as dim as the day.

Walking on the not-so-wide brick paving path, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried in the shadows, whimpering silently at you.

Even if this place is already a relatively wide area in the black market, this sense of oppression due to crowding still lingers.

Seriously, Asaph didn't like this kind of place—he didn't like it since he was a child.

He shook his head, dispelled some of the memories in his mind, and then refocused his attention on the plan to be implemented later.

At this moment, in front of him, a thin wizard who he didn't know was silently guiding him, and the two had barely said a few words along the way.

That was the person sent by the Werther family to find him... Yes, the old Patriarch finally asked him to meet again.

"DaDa...DaDa...DaDa."

There is no one around, so the footsteps of the two are particularly clear.

This is a residential area in the black market. It is rumored that the buildings on both sides of the horse track have hundreds of thousands of years of history.

But today, most of them have long been abandoned.Only because the private property protection contracts are still playing the corresponding magical effect, there is such a large "special area" with extremely low space utilization in the already crowded black market.

In short, this is a wasteful place in the black market below.

The house of the Witt family is located deep in this room.

It is also like other family mansions around here, wrapped in the darkness of the black market for many years, no one knows when it will only be left with an empty shell, completely losing its meaning.

Suddenly, the two footsteps paused one after another, and Asaph and the guide turned both sides and walked into an imposing vestibule garden.

That's right, maybe the wizard families who once lived here are somewhat famous, and even some of them are glorious for a while.But since these families have finally shrunk to life in this underground black market, it means that their dignity is long gone.

In fact, only the Blois family that Maca is familiar with is the real winner in the legacy of ancient wizards.

Asaph suddenly raised his head and glanced at it—I have to say that this Witt mansion is still very imposing.The towering separated towers and fine stone carvings can be seen in the Germanic style born out of ancient Rome, as well as the Gothic mystery derived later.

Tonight, most of the windows of this mansion are still shining a little light.

"Please wait a moment here."

The wizard who led the way said this, and stepped onto the stone steps in front of the main entrance, temporarily leaving Asaph in the open space between the front courtyard and the mansion.

The fountain at the door is still bubbling water, but in a place where there is no sunlight, even the flowing water loses its crystal clearness, and it is a little more gloomy out of thin air.

It was not the first time Asaph came, but as said before, he didn't like this place at all.

Fortunately, the Werther family did not let him wait outside for too long. After a while, the door of the mansion opened from the inside.

"Please come in, Patriarch invites you to talk to the small hall...please come here."

This was not the wizard who led the way just now, but a middle-aged wizard who was older and... to be honest, uglier.

Of course, Asaph didn't care about these little things, after all, this was just another person leading the way.

Follow him through the front hall, and then walk all the way in along a long corridor.After the opponent opened a door for him, Asaph walked in without hesitation.

The door closed again behind him.

"Mr. Asaph, I think I have to say sorry first... Our conversation seemed to have been interrupted by others."

In this small hall,

"Accidents are often irresistible, and I don't care about it." Asaph was also polite, and went straight to sit down on another sofa next to the old owner, "And, actually, I have to apologize. After all, I left without saying goodbye."

Upon seeing this, the old Patriarch who wanted to say "please sit down" only raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, then we probably don't need to be polite." Old Witt said slowly, "The night is getting deeper, and my old bones are not used to staying up...Then I will just pick the key points!"

"Please." Asaph nodded.

"It's nothing to say, it's just about the deal between us... Judging by the strength of Maca McLean, I think your price may not be enough."

The old owner's face is still calm, and his tone is also plain, as if he is bargaining for a broken umbrella with an umbrella bone in a thrift store.

"Do you want to raise the price midway?" Asaph heard this, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "For your Witt family, aren't the four broken pages of the magic book "Abatel" not enough? Two of the pages have been handed over to you as a deposit."

"Oh, I don't think the traded goods are very cheap..." the old Patriarch said earnestly, "But Mr. Asa, I think you had seen the skills of Namaka McLean before you left. Ask us The Werther family is going to deal with the wizards, do you think four pages are really enough?"

"Yeah..." Asa frowned, pretending to hesitate, "Yes, I did see some, that McLean's strength is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination... But our "boss" offered a reserve price of four pages. , At first you agreed, but now you..."

He sighed in embarrassment, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

"You'boss'," the old patriarch Witt repeated the word and suddenly asked, "Mr. Asa, you mentioned the'boss' several times in this transaction. Speaking of which, my real trading partner He... don't know, can I meet him directly?"

"No, I'm afraid it won't work."

As soon as he was asked this question, Asaph's answer became very simple, as if he didn't even need to think about it.

"At the beginning, I also said that our'boss' never meets with others, and he does not want to expose his identity to others. I think you should be able to understand this point, the old Patriarch."

Just as the Werther family lives in seclusion, there are still many forces that hide deeply in this world.In fact, most of them may not have good inheritance power, but for various reasons, they strictly maintain the necessary mystery.

Of course Old Witt can understand this kind of person who doesn't even want to show his face, but he can understand, but it is impossible for Haierbo who is still in the secret room to understand it!

"Then...or else, you can ask your'boss' first to see if you can make him understand the difficulties on our side. By the way, also bring me a message to let him consider the meeting?"

However, Asaph still seems to have no intention of changing the transaction value.It was not until the old Witte mentioned it several times in a row that he "reluctantly" nodded.

"Mr. Witt, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the'boss', but I still hope you don't expect too much...Sometimes, our'boss' is still a particularly stubborn person."

Seeing that he finally agreed, the old patron nodded slightly:

"Okay! Well, it would be better if it could be faster—"

"Witt."

Before the old Patriarch's words were finished, a cold voice suddenly appeared, covering his words completely.

"It looks like you can't even handle this little thing."

When Asaph heard the unprovoked voice, he immediately drew out his wand and entered a state of alert.But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find any signs of other people.

"Are you looking for me?"

Asaph, who was looking around, suddenly turned his head, but saw a wizard about the same age as Old Witt sitting on another single sofa beside him sometime.

At that moment, he felt a familiar pressure from the sight of the old wizard.

That's right, this is the gaze staring at me through the door!

"That McLean is really just an example."

Haierbo looked at Asaph at random, seeing that a layer of cold sweat oozes from behind the latter, but he still scanned lightly with his cold eyes.

"Hmph, not only left the true meaning of magic in the past, but even the entire world was occupied by ordinary people who have no magic talent. And sorcerers would only hide in the shadows to entertain themselves..."

Having said that, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

"This means that as long as I solve the obstacle that McLean has, I can really start to accomplish my goal of the year. And, I think it must be much easier than a thousand years ago... isn't it?"

Talking to himself is always meaningless, and finally Helbo turned his head and glanced at Old Witt again, as if he wanted to find someone to share his feelings.

While Old Witt nodded in agreement with an awkward face, Asaph only felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

...

On the other side, Maca was still in that dark alley at this time, his eyes were looking at one end of the alleyway.

In the shadows in the distance, Miriam gradually disappeared with Mario Augustine, who had just woke up.

Maca let them go, and did what he said, and let it go very simply.Although he did this for another purpose, in Millian's mind, this undoubtedly required great confidence to do it.

Of course, this kind of behavior of letting go of the enemy always feels a bit so...

"Well, it's time to call in the elves to make a fuss."

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