Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The island of St. Martins after the rain is a bit fresher than before, and the branches of the leaves are still hanging with unfinished drops of water, shining with crystal brilliance in the morning light.The island is not big, and the sea in the distance can be seen vaguely without looking at it, and it is shining with the sea breeze.

It's just a pity, if this day can be sunny, it will definitely be a beautiful picture of sunny wind.But these days, the weather is either raining or on the way to rain. Even if the rain has just stopped, the sky is still gloomy and hard to see.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking under this unpleasant gloomy sky, and it was not very peaceful to want to take a walk and adjust before the coming tomorrow.

The dirt road under their feet is muddy, but neither of them feels much. It can be seen that the muddy in their hearts is far greater than this small country dirt path.

"Delphine?"

Among the two people who had been silent for a long time, one of them finally couldn't bear to break the increasingly obscure atmosphere between the two.

"Yeah." Delphi replied.

"Delph," Hermione saw her respond, and she continued cautiously, "You...about Maca, you seem to know a lot more than me-it should have been like this since a long time ago. Of course, although I am curious and concerned, I also know that you and Maca don’t tell me and everyone, there must be your reasons... To be honest, even if I can’t fully believe you, at least I still believe Ma Card’s choice... so I don’t have to chase you for some things."

At this point, Hermione paused for a moment, Delphi saw it, but only gave a soft "um".

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help showing a wry smile, and shook her head before continuing:

"But... Delphi, is there not even one thing that can be told to me? For example, the time you asked to go to London before, I remember you mentioned that at that time, you said Maca might be in London. , Thinking about it now, you seem to have guessed that Maca is the Lord of the Living Dead since then, right?"

After these words, there was a long silence between the two.Delphi didn't say anything right away, she just stopped and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked around.

There are two small villages on St. Martins Island, one west and one east. The names of these two villages are also very simple. According to the topography, they are "low town" and "high town".

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking in the high town, which was relatively close to the wasteland to the east. On both sides of this dirt road, there were some farms and houses that were not densely packed, as well as a few small shops.

In recent days, the rain has been frequent, and the way to get in and out of the island has been lost. The villagers are nesting in their homes, and naturally none of these shops are open.

Delphi caught a glimpse of a small broken bar on the side of the road. On the surface, it looked no different from a nearby house. Only an old wooden sign with wine glasses hung under the eaves did not clearly indicate the identity of this place.

Looking in from the window, you can find that the owner of this small bar is cleaning up some of the cups and plates left by the noise of last night.It seems that the villagers in Gaozhen have nowhere to go these days, but this bar is more prosperous than usual.

After a glance, Delphi turned to look at Hermione and said:

"Sit down and talk?"

"There is no need to disturb others?"

Hermione hesitated, after all, she had always felt sorry for the Muggle residents on the island just by choosing this island as the place for negotiations with the Lord of the Living Dead.In the event of a fight, these residents will probably be the hapless side.

However, the wasteland on the east side of St. Martins Island is flat and open, which is very suitable for the arrangement of large rune patterns.In these three days, she didn't have many better choices.

But after the first thought that she didn't want to disturb the residents passed, Hermione glanced over the beer tumbler on the sign, and somehow suddenly wanted to drink a cup of fragrant butter beer.

I don't know if there is any.

Thinking of this, Hermione finally nodded and said softly:

"okay then!"

"Click."

The small bar, which had been closed early this morning, opened the door again to this special pair of guests. Delphi took the lead to walk through the door, stepped on the old wooden floor, and made a "crunch" Softly.

"Confusing—"

Before the bar owner who was wiping the table could speak subconsciously, a confusing curse fell on him, and the Muggle owner with a moustache was stunned.

Hermione, who came in behind, pursed her lips slightly when she saw it, and then hesitated to speak:

"Boss, do you have butter beer here?"

...

This small bar in the town on the island does not have butter beer, which is natural.After all, this kind of drink can be made at home. The residents on the island are also used to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island, including this bar, have always only entered from the outside of the island, and some folk houses on the island cannot make it by themselves thing.

Hermione and Delphi sat in the seats by the window, each sipping the wine they hadn't drunk much, and they were quiet for a while.

Hermione was waiting, and Delphi seemed to be waiting for something.

After a while, Delphi subconsciously touched something hanging next to her chest, and then she slightly lowered her eyes and said quietly:

"Miss Granger, I remember that I said before that there are some things that I can't say. I know that it may not be fair to you to say that. After all, what are your efforts these days? , I also see it."

"It's okay." Hermione shook her head, put down the wine glass in her hand, and smiled more or less reluctantly. "It's like before everyone dared to call Voldemort by name. At first I thought it was people's. Fear-many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also has research on the magic of names. He imposed a spell on his name... This is probably the reason why people began to avoid his name. The original reason. So you don't want to say, I can at least understand it."

There are actually many things like this in the history of magic, so in the magical world, the word "secret" often represents more than the secret itself, which may hide the danger of losing your life.

"At least you must have no ill will to me or to all of us, because you are Maca's friend." Hermione said at the end.

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