Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For many people, the shadow of terror brought by this disaster seems to be getting closer.Even if it is a very far-sighted person like Mrs. Maxim, they know that some things are not anxious, but they have always been anxious in their hearts.

Maxim is very anxious, Hermione is very anxious, the European Ministry of Magic is very anxious, various Muggle presidents and prime ministers, etc. are also very anxious... As time goes by, the world seems to be vaguely trapped in a huge cloud. Only a handful of people who are lucky enough to stand in the shining spot can look at the sun while slightly less restless and exhausted.

For example, Miss Luna Lovegood, who was a bit more impulsive but still in a clear mood; another example, that Dao stood in silence on the square in front of Buckingham Palace, with an inexplicable sense of freedom and freedom. Tall black figure.

Nowadays, all the territory of the United Kingdom is covered by heavy clouds. The lead-gray clouds can be seen everywhere, faintly exuding a mysterious and heavy atmosphere.

But here-looking up at Buckingham Palace in London, the city of icicles, you can see a blue sky wall.

This is currently one of the only places in the UK where you can see the sky.

Right now, the black figure was looking through the icicle, tilting his neck, looking at the blue sky that made him feel a little nostalgic.Even though the sunlight fell on him no longer felt warm, and even felt uncomfortable from the depths of his soul, he still stared greedily at that small patch of sky.

"the host."

Suddenly, a voice came from before, interrupting the thoughts in the figure's heart.Seeing that he finally bowed his head slightly and glanced at the high-level living corpse who bowed in front of him to show respect, then he nodded slightly.

"Well," although he was interrupted by his interest in looking up at the sky, he was not angry, but asked calmly and indifferently, "Is there another one ready?"

"Yes, Master." The other party immediately replied.

Before the voice fell, the figure nodded again, then waved his hand to indicate:

"Bring here!"

Having said that, the tall black figure with an imposing imposing manner suddenly turned around and walked towards the gate of Buckingham Palace step by step.

He is not in a hurry, and he also knows that there are certain things that are absolutely in hurry.But unlike Maxim, he not only understands, but also seems to know what he should do, what he has to do, and what he has not done yet, so he doesn't hesitate.

When he walked into the main hall and walked along the wide aisle in the middle to the throne on the rear steps, he turned around suddenly and leaned on the armrests as usual lazily and casually.

"Going to work again?"

A gloomy and somewhat old voice sounded from the shadow in a corner of the hall, and passed through the silent living corpse who had returned to guard the four, and fell into the ears of the figure on the throne without any hindrance.

"To shut up."

The cold and stubborn answer really overwhelmed the owner of that voice in an instant, causing the other party to stop talking.

After a while, there was another light but careful footsteps outside the door, and while stopping, stood at the door to block some light.

"Master, brought it here."

"Let it come in by itself! You can go back."

"Yes."

Not long after, as the sound of footsteps went away again, a thin, ragged figure walked in from the door startled.

This is a living corpse, a high-level living corpse, and a high-level living corpse that has just advanced-the clothes it wears are obviously still things from before his death, just because of the wandering and The battle has long since become tattered.

But if you want to distinguish it carefully, you can still see something... Obviously, this newly promoted high-level living corpse should have been an ordinary Muggle girl who was still in school.

Since they died once, they have become living corpses in the mist or under the clouds, the difference between each individual is no longer as great as the Muggles and wizards at the beginning.The corpse of a wizard can become a living corpse, and a corpse of a Muggle can also become a living corpse. The dismantling and reconstruction of the remnant soul makes the distinction between talents less obvious and thorough.

Although there is still a gap in the potential of each individual, at least every relatively intact corpse can almost always become a living corpse, and every ordinary living corpse theoretically has the opportunity to evolve into a high-level living corpse.

And perhaps because of this, the figure sitting lazily on the throne at the moment has been sending out the living corpses under his hands to gather more of their likes-even the high-level living corpses. The probability of birth is not high, but the base is large, as long as some guidance is needed, there will always be more and more high-level living corpses.

However, for the one on the throne, it seems that it is not enough to keep increasing the number of high-level living corpses.

"Come on, come over and let me see."

Although he knew that this living corpse had just turned on a certain degree of intelligence, it was impossible to understand language at all.But he still habitually opened his mouth with his slightly hoarse and thick voice, instead of using the mental communication method between the living corpses.

However, although the girl's living corpse didn't understand it, it saw the powerful man above the throne gently beckoning.After hesitated on the spot in a bit of confusion, it came over tentatively with the still blank eyes.

Before the living corpse had wisdom, it basically acted by instinct. It seemed to intuitively feel a sense of intimacy and belonging on the other party, passing through the hall in a daze, towards the darkness above the steps. Walk in.

Soon, the high-level living corpse girl who had just advanced, came to the front of the throne with a strand of dirty hair and a whole body stench.

"Well, it seems to be a bit aura, these eyes are very beautiful."

Obviously, the lord of the living corpses always emphasizes the cleanliness and tidiness under his hands. He has no aversion to the dirty smell of this body. He naturally lifts the messy hair of the other party and faces the still dirty face... Especially the eyes on the face looked over.

It was a pair of dull eyes, similar to most other living corpses.However, even if it is only very accidental, you can still see a hint of agility occasionally.

"It's a pity that the skin of the living corpses is always so bad...Even though the corpse has changed, it is still too ugly, right?"

While whispering so, this figure stood up suddenly, took the dirty hand of the corpse girl casually, turned around and took it to the back of the throne.

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