Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In this gloomy room, the smell of all kinds of potions mixed together, people can't help but frown as soon as they enter.

A mess of test tubes, flasks of different models, and trays of copper balances were all scattered on the dirty wooden floor, and various potion materials filled a corner of the room.There seems to be something else in other places, but it is difficult to see clearly because the curtains are tightly drawn.

And to say that the only place in this room that can be called "clean", it seems that there is only the space where the bed is.

"Uh...uh..."

Even if there are a lot of things in the room, it will be quite interesting, but the most unignorable thing is probably the hoarse groan that is obviously coming out of the bed.

"Granger... Miss."

Just when Hermione frowned and scanned the room silently, and finally turned her gaze back to the bed that had attracted most of her attention in the first place, the wizard who led her up seemed to speak cautiously. :

"I believe you have noticed-yes, lying in the quilt is the cursed father who has almost lost his will."

"Ah... well," Hermione nodded immediately when she heard the words, "but it seems that your father is already in quite the situation at the moment--"

"That's it," the other party sighed. "And, since Mr. McLean can't be here, I think my father will probably not be able to overcome the biggest difficulty in his life! Even now, I will no longer I hope that Miss Granger can heal him... so now, my only hope is probably to be with my father safely and send him away properly!"

The young and energetic boy downstairs will not mention it for the time being, at least from the attitude and tone of the other party, he can basically hear that there is indeed no evil in his heart.

No, maybe it's not just "bad intentions", even the fighting spirit and the belief to live are almost gone.

But, to be honest, Hermione wasn't completely unable to imagine the other party's mood at the moment.

After all, according to what I learned downstairs, not only has there been a gap between this man and his father for 20 years, but also because of his father’s crimes during these 20 years, life has been extremely difficult, and now he even needs to live together. The father who is not easy to see again ushered in a more complete parting.

After all, the dark wizards are actually human beings, and they also have their own life experiences and emotions.

Under this disaster that makes people feel increasingly desperate, probably only ignorant and fearless young girls, and those who really have a firm will, can put aside their fear and go on bravely.

"In other words, you really still want to stay here, with your father...waiting to die?"

Hermione was indeed a pretty young girl, but she had been walking behind Maca for several years, and her heart had obviously been strengthened unconsciously.Perhaps she will still hesitate and linger when encountering difficulties, but when she really needs to make a choice, she will eventually take her own steps firmly.

And probably because of this, she does not want others to choose to give up easily-even if it is someone who has made mistakes in "The Dark Wizard", she doesn't think she should use "death" to paint End of life.

Unless it is like Helbo, the guy who "exists" will bring great disaster to the world may be an exception.

Of course, this is just Hermione's personal opinion.

Seeing that after she asked, the other party could not answer, she simply shook her head slightly and said:

"Anyway, let me take a look at your father's situation first!"

As she said this, she stepped forward suddenly, stepping over a few discarded flasks and test tubes on the floor to the bed.

She hadn't been able to see clearly because of the dimness of the room before, and now she was getting closer, and she realized that there was indeed an old man lying on the bed with a face that looked quite similar to the wizard behind him.

It can be seen that the old man's thin face is covered with wrinkles, and his hair is even more withered and decayed, completely looking like a checkmate.

He has been humming since Hermione came in until now, and the snoring throat sounds like an aging beast.

"Yes, it's like an old...'Beast'!"

Hermione felt that the metaphor that came out of her heart unintentionally was very vivid, and it was no coincidence that those living corpses that had recovered from the fog seemed to be able to describe it.

Because the two have in common that they will act in accordance with their own instincts.

But when she thought of this, Hermione felt something wrong for no reason, but she didn't know where the anomaly came from.

After pursing her lips, she temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart, and then began to seriously check the old man on the bed.

"...Sure enough, I still can't do it?"

Not long after, Hermione retracted her wand and stood by the bed thinking.

"Although he also came to the conclusion that it should be some kind of curse, he himself made a corresponding judgment on this point. Not only that, he even deployed potions to temporarily suppress the curse's effectiveness—"

Thinking like this, Hermione paused abruptly, and then her eyes glared, as if at that moment something surprised her suddenly.

"Miss Granger? What's the matter with you...?" Seeing this, the wizard on the side couldn't help asking, "Could it be that... you thought of a way to treat my father?"

"Uh, no... I'm sorry, I haven't thought of it yet." Hermione only slightly reduced the expression on her face when she heard it, and then turned to ask, "Speaking of which, during the time your father was in bed Inside... have you ever been completely unable to move?"

"'I can't move'?" When the other party heard this, he couldn't help but stunned, "No... Although my father quickly became weaker and weaker after he came out of London, he can move even if he has trouble moving."

"is it?"

Seeing him say this, Hermione frowned and said:

"Have your father mentioned how he was injured, and does he have any clues about this curse?"

After an inquiry, as the information she wanted to know gradually increased, not only did her expression not relax, but it became tighter.

At the end, when the other party had finished speaking very candidly, Hermione covered her mouth and fell into a long silence by herself.

After about a few minutes, she finally put down her hand and subconsciously turned her head and glanced in the direction of Canterbury, where Spiral Town is located.

"……why?"

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