Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Boom boom boom boom—"

A series of explosions sounded abruptly in the black market, followed by thick smoke and blazing fire.

This is a "little joke" made by the wizards in Maca and the black market.

There are a lot of elves abducted by Maca from the island in the sea in Loena. Once gathered, a single round of volleys can also cause quite an amazing effect.

It was like Voldemort leading his Death Eaters trying to launch a general attack on Hogwarts. This attack could not help powerful wizards of Dumbledore's level, but it could form a strong deterrent to ordinary wizards.

In the beginning, these explosions only appeared in residential areas with very few people, but soon people discovered that the entire explosion seemed to spread to other areas.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, and this time everyone finally saw it clearly-it was someone casting a spell for malicious destruction, and there were definitely a lot of those "saboteurs"!

"Run!"

I don't know who yelled, and the flow of people on the street began to rush, rushing to the other side of the black market.

The utility of conformity began to exert its power.

Seeing that most of the people were pushing and squeezing away from the explosion, the remaining ones also ran after subconsciously.At this moment, most people do not know each other, but they have almost the same idea in their hearts-"Run!"

At this moment, a group of wizards gathered at the end of the main road in uniform solid-color robes on the other end of the block opposite the residential area that was being bombarded.

Above them, a string of letters formed by spells converged into a gleaming word:

"Door key collection point."

They are all Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but here, the identity of the Auror is of little use.

Maca has a good understanding of the psychology of these wizards in the black market. He knows that if he wants these guys to obey the command and escape here, this kind of thinking is undoubtedly naive.

But in any case, he can't help the wizards in the black market.Even if he himself can be ruthless, he cannot let the Ministry of Magic and even the International Wizarding Federation know his ruthlessness.

So, after thinking about it, he simply used this "shepherd-like" method.

If the elves who are making explosions are compared to shepherd dogs, then the wizards who are driven away in the black market are sheep.As for the Auror he placed on the other side, it was acting as the "outlet of the sheepfold".

Standing at the top of a relatively tall building in a residential area, Maca looked at the crowds of people in the distant street from a distance, with a subtle smile on his face.

For the British Ministry of Magic, this is done to fulfill obligations.

Even if the black market is always on the surface of an area on the fringe of the British magic world, in the final analysis, it is also part of the magic world.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and coordinating light and darkness is what the Ministry of Magic has always been doing.

When there are problems in the black market, protecting the residents of the black market is also the job of the Ministry of Magic.

But for Maca, this is actually somewhat unclear.

His goal has always been to deal with Helbo, and if Helbo is no longer a threat to the British magical world, it is obvious that just vacating an underground black market cannot have any substantial impact on Helbo.

If that guy wants to do something, he can change place to continue tossing at any time.

"So, this can only be a'little joke'..."

Maca looked into the distance, mumbled to himself, then turned and left the roof.But when I saw him flashing around, he leaped out in a certain direction extremely fast in the next second, and disappeared in the dense smoke in a blink of an eye.

...

The roof where Maca stood just now was more than a hundred feet away from the house of the Witt family.And near this section of the street, it is also the main target of some elves who cast spells and bombing.

But by the way, none of those spells fell to the location of Witt's mansion.

Listening to the rumbling explosion outside, most of the members of the Werther family showed a surprised expression.

No way, an attack of this scale is no longer a normal method.Even if they want to run, they have to weigh whether they can run within the bombing range!

"Has the protective spell been spread?"

A steward hurried down from upstairs and asked.

"Everyone has been sent, and all sides are preparing to be in place. It should start soon." This is another family steward who is answering.

Although the Witt House has not been attacked so far, no one can guarantee that it will never be bombed.Therefore, stepping up preparations for defense is the safest choice.

And at the same time, in the underground chamber.

"Spell bombing?"

Haierbo's expression moved slightly, but he didn't figure out why for a while.

"Is that McLean again? What does he want to do this time..." He just thought about it for a moment, and then he turned, "Arrange the defense work, and then send someone to check the situation... other things, Leave it alone."

He didn't care what the Witt family would become. In his opinion, this was just a little accident.What's more, he has more important things to do right now!

"……Ok."

Witte's old Patriarch reluctantly replied, then turned and left.

"boom!"

As soon as the old Patriarch walked away, Haierbo in the secret room immediately waved his hand.Suddenly, Asaph, who fell unconscious on the ground, suddenly rose into the air, and then fell heavily back to the hard ground.

"Uh……"

As he woke up leisurely, the dull pain in his back and legs made him frown.

The fall just now was not light. If he had not been transformed and his physique in his normal form had surpassed a lot of ordinary people, he probably had broken a lot of bones now.

But the next moment, still lying on the ground, he caught a glimpse of Helbo sitting not far away.

"Who are you? Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

Three questions in a row expressed the doubts in Asaph's heart.But even if he already understood the strength of this guy in front of him, it would not make him lose the necessary calmness.

"Me?" Helbo chuckled, "You don't need to know who I am."

Before he finished his words, a sharp gleam flashed in his deep eyes, and the two lines of sight that penetrated the soul seemed to have an invisible suction force, which made Asaph unable to restrain his gaze.

Immediately, his body was shocked, and his brain was full of roar.

After a while, Asaph felt his consciousness regained, but the feeling of disengagement made it difficult for him to support his body, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Hmph, didn't you even tell your subordinates where you are?" Haierbo narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Why don't I believe it?"

"So... you want to find our boss?" Asa fell to the ground with a little effort. "If you want the summoning part of "Abatel", let's trade Maca McLean's life... …"

Hearbo heard this, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I was saved by an old man in my childhood, and when I grow up I am willing to use everything to repay the other person, even at the expense of myself... Hey, what a beautiful friendship! Are you right?"

Asaph seemed unmoved by Helbo's mockery.As far as he is concerned, this feeling is the most sincere, and it is also his greatest belief when performing tasks again and again.

And when a person is not even afraid of death, what else can move him?

Because of this, before Maca faced these desperate guys, he felt that there was nothing to do with his energy.

However, Helbo's mockery did not end because of Asaph's firm performance.

"It's a pity," he said, raising his chin slightly, looking down at the latter, "in this world, there are always some people who can indeed become qualified dead...but you are not included."

As he was talking, Helbo suddenly leaned down and stared at Asaph's face.

"I heard that your companion named'Milian' has been with your boss a few years ago?"

"I also heard that she is in the black market right now?"

"I heard again...Although you never mention it, you still secretly adore this young partner in your heart..."

The more he said, the more indifferent Asaph's expression became.The contrast between the tight face and the gradually sharpened eyes became more and more distinct.

"What the hell are you talking about."

Asaph finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was as cold as ice scum, and it made people feel that even the air had dropped several degrees.

However, Helbo, who was sitting not far away, didn't seem to be aware of it.

"What am I talking about, don't you understand?"

His words seemed to be just to tease him casually for fun.After saying this, he stood up without paying attention, and walked towards the door of the secret room.

Haierbo's steps are not fast, tap, tap, tap... every step is like knocking Asaph's heart.

Yes, what this guy wants to know has already been in his head.To this guy now, his Asaph is useless rubbish.

So, after playing around with him casually, what should this guy do?

"and many more!"

Asaph's voice became hoarse for some reason, and a kind of pain condensed in his heart, which burned his gratitude for'Grandpa Lavin'.

There are many types of love. For Asaph, Miriam's weight may be heavier than he thought.

"I can find her for you, trust me, it must be faster than finding her yourself!"

Helbo's footsteps did not stop.

"Wait, stop! I...I can take you to find it, but...you must promise that you will let us go when you get what you want...No, at least let her go!"

Asaph's shout was hoarse, but is this... useful?

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