Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

I don't know when it started, and it rained in the fog.

The faint rain fell to the ground without a trace under the dimness, and then each splashed inconspicuously.

Of course, in London, a rain is obviously not unusual.

Strangely, people in the rain.

Just like the rain flower splashing on the ground, there are still life-lives that were inconspicuous.They grew up in silence and flourished in silence, but now they wither suddenly in silence.

From this moment, some caring people might suddenly realize why Helbo's men were only targeting wizards, but turned a blind eye to the Muggles.

Because this huge disaster that straddles the magical world and the Muggle world has not really kicked off until now!

"Sin, not enough... not enough."

The "collector" born in front of Helbo is silently walking through the streets with a group of walking corpses similar to him.

They...no, it's "them".

They don’t have much momentum at all, and even because they are gradually dispersed, it is difficult to see whether they are subordinate, because if they only look at their appearance, the change is basically only the pair that has been completely invaded by black. Eyes.

Perhaps it is only when they are shot that people can feel a great difference, because only the first one will use the dark and unidentified substance to take away the souls and lives of others.

But obviously, if you want to distinguish, you have to survive from them first.And these ordinary Muggles, undoubtedly have no such ability.

Without knowing it, the number of Muggles in a certain corner of the city of London quietly began to gradually decrease.

...

"Okay, they're back! Get ready to remove the barrier, and the others will follow me to resist the dark wizard... Remus, don't get in your way. It's not easy to drive all the way, let's rest!"

At the entrance of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Kingsley greeted everyone to raise their wands, preparing to meet Aberforth and Sirius, who was responsible for leading away most of the dark wizards, to go out again to meet the enemy and attract firepower.

To be honest, it is not difficult to go out for a while, after all, the wizards outside are crazy, but they are not strong enough to make the Auror and the Black Wizard strikers helpless.

Not to mention, the most difficult one had already withdrawn after being injured by Aberforth.

Not long after, Kingsley gave an order and the magic barrier disappeared instantly.At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his subordinates to knock away the enemies who were blocking the door, like a Muggle bulldozer, forcibly pushing out a clearing in front of the door.

"Come here... Armor body... We are here, just go in!"

Kingsley swung his wand to resist the curse while letting Aberforth and Sirius enter the door hurriedly-he knew that the two would bring more dark wizards around here, and it would obviously not be easy on the way.

A few minutes later, with the assistance of the two, they broke through the crowd and rushed into the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar. Kingsley then began to shrink the line of defense and then retreated.

When the barrier was raised again, the Auror and the striker instantly closed their hands, watching the curses that continued to attack outside turned into dazzling light particles in front of them.

"Remus, why did you come here? You should know about Maca's visit to St Mungo? You didn't go there to see the situation?"

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard Sirius go to the bar and talk to Lupin.

"Why didn't you go?" When Sirius asked, Lupin said immediately, "Not only did he go, but he was also helped by Makara when he got there..."

As he was talking, he looked at Aberforth who was still at the door, and then said:

"I believe you also know... In order to come out and find someone to replenish your combat power, I temporarily handed over the intelligence booth on the'home' side to Dunge. But guess what? I went back later. That guy sent piles of secret letters directly to Maca! When I went to St. Mungo, he was still reading one by one at the entrance of the hall!"

"Then you were pulled by him to sort out the information?" Sirius listened, and immediately patted his shoulder with a smile, "Isn't that what you should do? It's just a different place, what's the matter? Can complain!"

"I don't want to complain, I'm just following your words!" Lupin waved his hand and said, "By the way, I don't have much focus on the information that I used to manage at Maca, but I am going. On the way to St. Mungo, I saw something worthy of attention."

When Sirius saw his expression gradually become serious, he couldn't help but say:

"what's up?"

"Well, wait a minute," Lupin said immediately to Kingsley and Aberforth, "Come here, everyone is here now, I have something to say-it's about Helbo of."

After a few people got together, Lupin talked about the fact that a group of wizards were summoned by Helbo and that Martin was burned to ashes by Helbo.

Including the condensed face of the gray mist being scattered by Haierbo, almost every part of this incident shocked everyone present.

Yes, even Aberforth, who seemed to care about nothing, couldn't help but shook his head slightly after hearing it.

"So, that Martin was originally from Helbo..." Kingsley was only halfway through this, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and then he turned, "I remember - this Martin, is it The apprentice Helbo that Maca had the little girl from Parkinson's stare at?"

"Yes," Lupin nodded. "That's it."

"Who?"

Because only a handful of people know about Pansy as a spy, it just so happens that Sirius is sitting between these two few insiders.

Seeing him looking back and forth between himself and Kingsley with a puzzled look, Lupin didn't bother to explain too much in detail, so he thought about it and said casually:

"Anyway, that Martin is also one of Helbo's apprentices, and obviously... he betrayed because of the woman named'Muriel'."

"Oh," Sirius immediately shrugged upon hearing the words, "This can only be said to be a pity."

Kingsley also followed with a little regret:

"It can be seen that even if some people make the wrong choice for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. The current source of those errors is the'despicable Helbo'... in order not to let more People who are taking the initiative or are forced to take Martin’s wrong path, removing the root cause of Helbo as soon as possible is the most important thing."

...

Want to get rid of Helbo, this is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing.If it could be done, Maca would have done it.

In fact, Maca has indeed done a lot of effort for this, and even "killed" the opponent many times over and over again.

Of course, even Maca knew it well, it was just a futile effort.As long as Haierbo's Horcrux hadn't been destroyed, even if the only Horcrux had fallen into Maca's hands long ago, he would still be resurrected again and again.

Compared with Voldemort's state of being inferior to ghosts even after turning into soul fragments, Helbo, who is proficient in the rules of the soul, is obviously much more difficult.

But by tonight, Haierbo's difficulty is obviously more the same-that is, the "collector" born through the demon summoning ritual.

In a Muggle family, a man is lying on a bed with his wife, and the two embrace and sleep, both immersed in an unknown dreamland.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door, step by step from the corridor outside to the bedside of the young Muggle couple.

Then, a cold and merciless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Laziness, lust...big sin...contribute your sins."

In the next moment, a sticky black substance burst out of nowhere in front of the figure, turning into two slender but hard long thorns and piercing the heads of the two innocent muggles on the bed.

When the long thorns quickly retracted, the Muggle couple in the bed twitched slightly.The figure just sucked lightly, then immediately turned around and left.

Only the two bodies that were still warm were left, and the surging blood smeared large patches of scarlet on the bed.

However, who wouldn't have such a bit of the sin that the figure is talking about?With his momentum, I'm afraid everyone deserves to die last time, no one missed.

What's more terrifying is that forty-one more "collectors" like him will be born!

Suddenly, a green light flashed in a certain room in another residential area far away from the window.The intensity of the light, even if it is covered by thick curtains, still sees through the gaps between the upper and lower sides.

There is no doubt that the killing is far more than this.

However, it must be said that the fog that has enveloped the entire London now has become an extremely effective cover.

If it is a normal night, the flashing green light can easily attract the attention of others, but tonight it must be close enough to be vaguely seen.

After a long time, the first cipher text message about the suspected killing curse light appeared in a certain area, and finally came across the night sky to the hands of Mondungus in Black House.When the note was sent to Kingsley again, no one knew how many helpless Muggles had been taken away from their precious lives...

"Come on! The second collector... Yes, I can feel that the second collector is about to be born... hurry up, hurry up! Hmm...hahaha..."

In the open space behind Big Ben, under the dull gaze of the 41 "apprentices", Helbo's gradual and wanton laughter slowly echoed in the fog.

Death, perhaps will continue, no one knows where the damn end is hidden.

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