Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

I am still in the air.

I don’t know when, from a certain area in the black market, a gray scorpion resembling a thick fog suddenly appeared, spreading a little bit.

However, because there are fewer residents in the black market, no one has found this situation for a while.

In fact, even if someone notices this, it is useless. Because this unspeakable strange smog simply doesn’t blow away, it seems to be an illusory existence.

Fortunately, this gray fog seems to have no harm to the creature. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and there is no other negative impact beyond the extremely low visibility in the envelope area.

Just as the film has been expanding in the middle of the fog over time, an unremarkable dilapidated house stands so quietly in the corner of the street, and there seems to be nothing special about it…

Oh fine!

In this environment of looking at the gray, I want to see the whole picture of this broken house… probably already an impossible thing to do.

“Murly! Muriel, you wake up… eyes opened, look at me! Mulier…”

A faint call sounded from the second floor of the house, no doubt, it was Martin’s voice. Looking at this situation, Muriel still failed to support the return of Pansy.

“Damn…who is it… who made her like this! And this inexplicable fog is… what a ghost thing?”

Martin gnashing teeth whispered, almost unable to control their emotions. But no matter what he did, there was no way for Muriel to get better from the current state.

It can be seen that Mulier’s eyes, which are lying in bed at the moment, have completely lost their looks. Because of the fog around her, Martin had to be very close to her in order to barely see what she was.

In fact, these unknown fogs are constantly released from her with the body.

Martin remembers that it was about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no response to the movements around him, and the whole person was in a state of disappointment.

Suddenly, Martin saw a gray sigh of relief spreading from her tiny mouth and nose.

The kind of fog seems to be a little heavier than the air. They don’t float up, but they swell like a cold and sink to the ground.

The fog is very fast, and when Martin is still at a loss, the floor in this bedroom is completely invisible.

Martin is naturally anxious about this, but he also worried that this fog is harmful to himself. In the case that Muriel has been unconscious, he knows that at least he must never have another accident.

At that moment, even if the fog in the room had already passed over his instep, he decided to avoid it first and check if his body was abnormal.

But soon Martin found that there was no problem with the fog – even after he didn’t pay attention to it, there was no accident.

It’s a pity that he is fine with himself, but he can’t change the worse situation in front of him.

Unconsciously, the fog had already flowed downstairs and stairs downstairs, and began to leak out of the door and window.

“Why… why do you want to be like Muriel… Who is it? Will it be Ministry of Magic? Or that McLorne… Yes, it must be McLorne…”

In the fog, Martin clasped Mulier’s hand, but only felt cold from her palm.

He whispered in his mouth, and at the end he couldn’t help but whisper again:

“McLorne! I admit it wrong, can’t I lose it? I don’t want to do it, I want to follow that Herpo to deal with you… McLorne! Come out! I will tell you everything I know from Herpo!”

“Of course it can be… I have to say, I don’t care about it.” Suddenly, a voice that made Martin shuddered suddenly sounded in the fog in the room. “Because… you don’t know anything at all.” ”

“sea–“

At that moment, Martin, who was lying on the edge of the bed, was all froze, and his hand holding Muriel could not help but tremble slightly.

“No…Teacher?”

After a moment of silence, Martin slowly turned his head. The fear from the bottom of his heart made his joints seem to be rusted. A side-turning movement lasted for a few seconds. carry out.

However, the rich fog made him unable to see Herpo at all… He was not even sure that Herpo was not in the bedroom right now.

But in the next moment, with a few slight footsteps, the familiar and unfamiliar silhouette suddenly showed a contour from the smog.

“Don’t call me ‘Teacher’, I don’t have a hobby to collect the traitor.”

Herpo didn’t go to see Martin. He just spoke casually and gently dropped his gaze on the bed of Muriel.

As far as Martin knows, it is impossible to see Mulier’s appearance at the end of the bed, but Herpo’s gaze seems to be able to see everything, and the fog can’t make a slight hindrance to him.

“In addition,” Herpo looked at Muriel, who was still releasing the fog from time to time. He was quite careless. “You don’t want to blame McLorne… I turned this little girl into this look. Is it impossible to be him?”

Martin didn’t speak, he just stared at the faintly recognizable outline of the fog, and his eyes were full of puzzles.

Since Herpo has said this, how can he not think about it?

But once I think of Murpo’s poisonous hand, it is Herpo, Martin is more and more unbelievable – does it have any benefit to Herpo?

However, just as Martin was in doubt, Herpo suddenly chuckled.

“Why, do you want to blame me on this?” He said faintly. “Of course, I don’t really care if you think so… but unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence that’s all! At least in me. It seems that there is no difference in who gets my ‘gift’ -“

Having said that, I have never seen Martin even a look at Herpo, and finally turned a little.

“Like you apprentices, I accept everyone, anyway… you kids will sooner or later have a ‘new self.'”

In Martin’s increasingly confused vision, Herpo sighed and whispered, and then whispered like a self-talk.

“…fast, really fast… In the near future, you will join me and get a fresh start. And I believe that no one will bother me this time.”

With a slight pause, Herpo added:

“After all, in today’s era, let’s not say that Merlin, even Rowena and Salazar have already turned into dust… How can McLorne, which is as weak as Godric, can hinder my progress?”

The voice did not fall, he ignored the intention of Martin, and suddenly waved with one hand.

I saw Mulier, who was lying in bed, suddenly showing a subtle spatial fluctuation. And then, Martin only felt that his hands were empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the seemingly endless fog, still tumbling out, like Mulier still lying in the same place, never left.

“Mullier!”

Before the disappearance of the beloved girl, Martin’s innermost heart is still suppressed by fear, and there will be no willpower to revolt. Although it is clear that Herpo’s appearance must have its cause, and it is very likely that he is coming to Muriel, he still does not dare to shake.

Until the moment when his palms suddenly fell, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty.

“Herpo! Return Muriel to me -“

Between the shock of the heart, I don’t know where the courage emerged from, so that Martin suddenly took out the wand who grew up with him.

“Avada Kedavra!”

A green glow burst silently through the mist of the mist, quickly penetrated the mist, and then hit the wall of the bedroom. The deadly curse instantly blasted the wall panel out of a pothole, and the crumbs flew at a time.

But since the Suo Ming curse is finally hit on the wall, it naturally means that Herpo is safe and sound.

“hmph, the soul curse… Do you think this modern magic that ruins the rules of death may threaten me?” Herpo sneered, but then shook his head again. “Oh, maybe! But the premise is You have to grab the McLorne before using it, maybe you have a little chance!”

After this was said, Herpo seemed to be indifferent, and suddenly he took a step back and disappeared completely into the thick fog around him.

“stop!”

Martin gritted his teeth and slammed the wand to the direction of Herpo’s disappearance, and soon he accidentally and slammed into the wall of the room.

He snorted and suddenly fell to the root of the wall, but he resisted the pain and climbed again.

“Herpo -“

The other party left, and after Molly was sent to an unknown place, there was no longer any meaning left.

It can be seen that Herpo probably never cared about Martin’s “anthill”, and even the idea of ​​crushing him did not exist.

After stumbling in this bedroom and running around for a while, Martin eventually lost his strength and fell down on the floor.

For a long while, I heard him whispering like a nightmare. It’s no different from the previous Mulier, just like the look of his lost soul.

“…Herpo.”

In that tone, hatred has long since been lost, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.