Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Big Ben is still the Big Ben. From the past horseshoe tapping to the current car whistle, it has been quietly comprehending the passage of time by the Thames.

And the square not far from it is still such an inconspicuous square.Except for the prominent name of the "Parliament Square Garden", it looks like a broken lawn with nothing on one side, and even a few pieces of gray-brown mud on the edge.

It has to be said that as a square located on an important traffic road, there are still many vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here.However, it is obvious that the citizens who pass by here from childhood to adulthood, I am afraid that they are not even interested in seeing it once.

Yes, let alone, at this misty and dangerous dawn.

So since Haierbo disappeared from here with his sad gang of "apprentices", the square has finally been completely quiet, as if even the sound of chaos in the distance around him didn't bother to come here.

However, just when no one came to pay attention to this small square... Or, it was at dawn when no one dared to approach this small square easily; the first ray of sunlight in the east struggling through the gray fog, misty When illuminating this nightmare city dimly...

Suddenly there was a twist in the center of the barren square.

And the next moment, quietly, that twist expanded in an instant, and immediately covered most of the lawn on this small square.

After waiting for this distorted space to calm down again, there were more than twenty figures on the grass.

"Sin...need more sin."

The almost unanimous whispers seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, and indifferent, without any emotion.If he saw this scene for Maca, he might be more emotional than others.

But it is a pity that apart from these figures on the square in front of me, there is no one near here-as for whether these guys can be called "people", I am afraid it is not good.

And just after a few seconds of pause, these figures in the square suddenly moved, silently and quickly, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Humph……"

Suddenly, there was another cold snort in the center of the square where there were no people. No one knew where it came from.

"In order to save enough for these searchers to release it at once, a lot of time has been wasted... So, hurry up, hurry up again... hurry up and let the ceremony enter the final stage!"

Undoubtedly, it was Helbo's voice. Under the calm whisper, the most unbridled paranoia, conceit and madness were hidden.

"I really... can't wait."

...

"Black! Sirius Black-things have changed!"

It is still the biggest battlefield in the city of London, Sirius and several other teams are cooperating with the fire dragon Noberta to launch a strong attack against waves of mad wizards ahead.

It must be admitted that the advantages that a fire dragon brings to them are undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's anti-magic power and exceptionally flexible flying ability, which is almost second only to that of giants, the impact on the ground is obviously very good.

And coupled with the fact that those lunatics are just crazy, but do not have the good wisdom like those black-eyed wizards, the situation here has suddenly changed from "gradually balanced" to "largely tilted" towards them. .

Barlow, who had been around to help the mad wizard group, had actually begun to think that this battlefield was about to end.

But who knows that at this moment, a loud shout from the edge of the battlefield immediately aroused the idea of ​​many people-of course, not to mention Sirius who was being called by the name of the wizard supported by the Federation.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place first, let me see what's wrong."

Although this moment is definitely a very important time point, after all, the battlefield will be completely swept and cleaned up, and a group of "captives" have even been detained more or less.

However, Sirius couldn’t ignore the wizard behind at this moment—in fact, he had seen the man stumbling on the ground after yelling a few times, and seemed to be late. Also failed to get up again.

"I see, you go! You can rest assured, it is obviously unlikely that there will be any more accidents here."

"Well, thank you."

After nodding to Barlow in thanks, Sirius turned around and ran to the back of the battlefield.

"Let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already a lot of people around the wizard who just ran over, and there seemed to be a therapist brought by the Federation support team.

After everyone discovered that Sirius was coming, they immediately gave him a way so that he could get to the wizard's side as soon as possible.

Even at this moment, there are still people in the crowd making him walk faster.

Upon seeing Sirius, he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, I haven't seen it clearly just now.It was only when he saw it up close at this moment that he realized that the clothes of the wizard who was lying on the ground and breathing hard had been soaked in blood, and the original black wizard robes had been dyed into a muddy and terrible dark red!

And beside the wizard who was obviously seriously injured, the therapist was checking for his injuries.

"How's it going?"

Sirius squatted down on the side and asked immediately.

"Not optimistic...No, it should be said that it is very not optimistic." The outstanding therapist of the Federation frowned. "While he is still conscious at this moment, he should ask as soon as he wants to ask. After a while, he completely fell into a coma. It might just be—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious.If the wizard in front of him faints from a serious injury, there is a high possibility that he will never wake up again.

But even so, the movement of his hand did not stop, extending his magic wand with a single wave, completely ripping the clothes between the opponent's chest and abdomen, revealing a terrible injury.

"Penetrating wounds... and the Smashing Curse, being able to persist in running here is already the result of hard support with potions."

While the therapist was talking, Sirius just subconsciously glanced at the huge wound, and then leaned down to get to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Xu Ye’s shout just now when he ran over has consumed most of his energy, or because the potion he used to sustain his life is disappearing, the wizard is already venting more and less gas. Up.

The short breath and increasingly obvious muscle twitches made him look as if he could take his last breath at any time.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm talking about?"

Seeing him seemingly unresponsive, Sirius could only repeat it again.But this time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of pupils that had been slightly diffused looked towards him blankly.

"I... can't see anymore... Am I going to... die?"

"No, it won't," Sirius said loudly in order to make the other person hear clearly, "I have also been seriously injured! You should know that I was framed by the damn little dwarf Peter, who was almost Blew up half a street—"

"Don't lie to me, I just want to confirm...I know that I have been injured." The other party could not help but said with difficulty, "Forget it. Black, use the dementia...the dementia...that is faster, I'm afraid I can't hold it...I can't finish."

Hearing what he said, Sirius knew that the matter might be more serious than he thought.

In fact, even if Sirius usually belongs to the type of person who is not interested in others, he still knows the identity of the wizard.

This is the former ace black wizard striker of the Spanish Ministry of Magic. He was just absorbed into the Anti-Dark Magic Office of the International Wizards Federation a few years ago. His fighting ability and experience in dealing with black wizards are both quite outstanding.

Not to mention, this one previously brought a supporter wizard team.

But now, that squad was gone, and he himself was on the verge of dying-Sirius would not believe it if their squad had not encountered a terrible crisis.

That's right, even if you bump into two black-eyed wizards at the same time, you should be able to escape at least half of them, right?But now, the result can be said to be completely destroyed!

"How long can his mental state be able to withstand the contemplation technique?" Sirius did not hesitate anymore. Knowing the emergency, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's hard to be sure," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute at most."

Hearing this, Sirius nodded slightly, then decisively stretched out his wand and pressed it against the almost mortal blowr's forehead.

Then, he leaned down again, staring at the opponent's loose eyes and whispered:

"Patient mind."

The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not even a minute, not even thirty seconds.After a while, he straightened his upper body again, and the already frowning eyebrows tightened.

After he was stunned and digested the other party's memory fragments, he exhaled lightly with extremely serious face.

"Much...too much, how could this be?"

In the twenty-odd seconds just now, what he saw was a massacre like hunting.

More than a dozen black pupil wizards surrounded by unidentified black matter, from the alleys, intersections, doors and windows... and even the roof of the street where the team is located, swarmed in all directions.

With just a few breaths, the sharp black thorns like a long spear shot at the team like rain, nailing all the team members including the last elite hitter to the road. .

A penetrating wound on his abdomen clearly came from this.