Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In this world, there really seems to be a "demon".

Of course, the so-called "demon" is actually just a title.They may not have a pair of curved ram horns, and they may not even have any particularly obvious symbols.

However, as stated in the letter sent by Delphi, they are certainly powerful.

According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magical book "Abatel", no one knows where the "demon" came from, even the wizards who tried to activate the demon summoning technique to attract them.The only thing that can be known is that they will be attracted to sinful souls and then descend into this world.

Demon Summoning was designed and created on the basis of this theory.

As for what power the demons have... or how powerful they are.According to Delphi's description, they not only surpass common sense in physical strength, but also possess unique and terrifying talent magic. Ordinary wizards are no different from Muggles in the face of demons.

What's more terrifying is that there are no distracting thoughts in the devil's heart, they only come to taste the fresh soul.They have no mercy, they have no fear, they do not know good or evil, and even the person who summons them to come cannot control their every move.

However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful existence is not yet Helbo's ultimate goal.Because what he wanted was not a disobedient summoning thing, but that powerful summoning thing!

Yes, with the help of the immortality of the Horcrux and the immortality of the remnant soul, what Haierbo is best at is robbing others of their bodies to resurrect.Needless to say, the devil's body is definitely difficult to seize, but once he succeeds...

It is hard to imagine how strong Haierbo who gave up his life will be.

To be honest, the information Delphi added really made Maca feel very bad.He read it three times in a row before he could barely digest the information and finally calmed down a little.

But when Maca turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Akinbad, another thought suddenly came out of her heart.

"Wait," he moved for a while, and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did Delphi send this letter? Could it be that she hasn't left London yet?"

Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communication has been affected.If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean, it would be impossible for the ice bird to pass the credit to him so quickly.

Coupled with the fact that it hadn't been long before she and Delphi had just separated, Maca could only think that the other party might not have left the city of London yet.

"Something's wrong, there must be a problem."

Thinking of this, Maca instantly put aside the idea of ​​going back to Akinbard, and flew over the street following the slight traces of magic left by the ice bird just now.

"Is it here?"

Maca stepped on the magic book and kept flying forward in the air, while flying, carefully sensing the fluctuations of the magic power ahead.Because of the influence of the gray mist, the magical power fluctuations lasted for a short time, and his perception ability was also weakened a lot, and the pursuit of this path seemed very difficult.

But not long after, he still touched an uninhabited street little by little, and finally sensed some other more powerful magical fluctuations in the deepest part of the alley.

But he could feel that the wave of magic power was fading away quickly at this moment.

"……underground?"

Before that magic power disappeared, Maca sensed that the direction of those magical power fluctuations came from under his feet.

After retreating two steps later, Maca suddenly waved his hand, and the roadway floor originally paved with bricks immediately arched.For a while, the earth surging and the bricks undulated, and he dug a deep hole soon.

The next moment, Maca didn't hesitate, and jumped into it with a slight leap.

"stone?"

Under the effect of the spell, Maca's body floated down for a while, and as the brightness around him decreased a little bit, he also fell deeper and deeper.After a while, he suddenly felt a hard feeling from under his feet.

Shaking his fingers at random, a ball of light emitted a bright brilliance under the pitch-black ground, dispelling the darkness around him.

"Ok?"

Now you can see that what he is stepping on is indeed a big rock...or rather, a slate.On that slab, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maca a familiar feeling in his heart.

Of course, Maca still remembers the mirror space where Delphi went to. There is only London in black and white, which is impressive.Not only that, but he remembers how he got into that space in the first place, because afterwards he spent a lot of effort to find that kind of slate.

But who knows, when I tried to find it all the time, I couldn't find it anywhere, but now it just appeared at his feet.

"The magic wave has completely disappeared?"

Maca squatted down a bit, reached out and touched the lines on the stone slab, and couldn't help but secretly said:

"Just... Delphi should have started it, right?"

If he came later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi hadn't sent the ice bird to send him supplementary information, he wouldn't even have come here.

It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.

"What does she want to do?"

Maca frowned and thought about it, and put the doubt that could not be answered for the time being, and leaned down to study the slate.It can be seen that the characters on this slab are obviously different from those on the last time.

...

Not to mention that Maca is very confused by Delphi's actions, at least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals are very clear.

After a fierce battle, the two cooperated tacitly to finally behead a black-eyed wizard on the spot.Although the battle was very hard and Harry was injured a bit, they were undoubtedly the two who killed the Collector for the first time in this war.

"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Do you feel any discomfort?"

In the battle just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorn, and his injuries looked very serious.

But he still endured the pain of a big hole in his shoulder, gnawing his teeth while bleeding, and finally found a gap and penetrated the opponent's head with the Gryffindor sword.

Afterwards, after all, he lost too much blood because of the delay, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, that scared Na Wei so hard that he was rushed to heal his injuries and replenish blood, and finally rescued him.

Harry immediately shook his head when he heard Neville's question with some worry.

"It's okay, you see, it should be just a normal injury, and there should be no strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arms twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face was not so good.

"But to be honest, compared to the injury on the shoulder, the feeling of finally stabbing that guy in the forehead was more uncomfortable." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little sick..."

Because the Gryffindor sword is very sharp, he has almost no touch when he plunges into the opponent's head, just like when he practiced with the duel doll earlier.

But even so, the feeling of personally killing is definitely not much better.

Putting down his left hand a little, Harry raised the sword that he had been holding tightly in his right hand. The silver sword was as clean as a mirror. The previous battle did not leave any traces on it, even a trace of blood. No.

Who would have thought that such a delicately carved and gorgeous silver sword is actually a big killer that can easily take human lives?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said comfortingly, "Although I didn't kill it with my own hands, so I may not be qualified to say anything big... But that guy till now He must have killed a lot of innocent wizards and Muggles so far, that's what he deserves!"

As he was talking, he suddenly glanced behind him at the witch who had been rescued by them before. He was holding her child and closely following the footsteps of the two.

"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."

"I know," Harry nodded, "I know, it must be right to save someone. I didn't regret killing him... I just didn't get used to it. It was a little sick."

Once again tightly holding the palm of his right hand on the hilt, Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, don't think about it for now..." He sighed and said silently, "This is disgusting, and it's nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in the city of London now. I only hope, this time. The disaster can end as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen just along the way?"

"Yes!"

These two boys, who should have been a year away from graduating from school, are holding their weapons tightly at the moment, and their bodies are stained with their own or other people's blood.

They sighed and walked forward one after another, walking into the distance amidst the chaos everywhere.

This is a real disaster, a disaster that has forced people who should not have suffered so much pain and grief to face despair.

At this moment, the perpetrators of this disaster not only had no regrets, but were even ecstatic as the disaster progressed, and gave out bursts of creepy laughter.

"Hurry up... Hurry up... the tenth..."

Haierbo stood in the middle of the clearing, standing in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads down, muttering to himself softly.

"McLean... Excellent young man, don't you let me down?"