Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Most of the neighborhoods are old houses. The rain in London is constantly pouring under the inundation. The mottled walls and the inexhaustible musty smell have become a major feature of these old houses.

Marx sat by the window of the living room, smelling the old taste of the pancakes, and the constant coiling of the ears was the topic of the old man.

To be honest, Marx doesn’t really reject this feeling – it usually stays in the castle, and changing the taste of the old house in the city can make his mood easier.

He should have done all the things he should do this time, and the last step left, he has to wait until the time of retrospection has passed completely before he can continue.

For him, that is also a very important step, which will also determine the life, death and destiny of a certain individual.

However, even if it is just a simple rest and relaxation, it seems that there are hidden secrets.

“young man, have you ever met those ‘geeks’ on the road? That’s the one I just mentioned -“

“En? Oh, I have met…” Marx drank his mouth and then casually said, “The guys are really weird and dangerous, so I sneaked away.”

He spoke casually, and as if he inadvertently glanced at the closed door in the living room. This action was small, but under his slightly deliberate guidance, the old man opposite was seen.

Suddenly, Marx noticed that the old man seemed to be slightly nervous.

Obviously, there must be something hidden in the head that can’t be seen… Well, maybe one, or a few people are not necessarily.

He did not deliberately perceive what was in the room.

“Sir, thank you for your water and food,” Marx suddenly put down the water in his hand, and asked quite straightforwardly. “But I am very curious, why did you invite me to a stranger to come to your house…in case I am not what. What should you do if you are a good person?”

The old man probably didn’t expect that Marx would ask so straightforwardly, and he suddenly stumbled. Then he wondered about the side:

“Even if you are not a good person, it doesn’t matter… At this time, everyone wants to just fill their stomachs. But unfortunately, I don’t have many things to eat here.”

For this reason, how to listen is quite far-fetched, Marx naturally does not believe. However, he did not immediately question the question, but instead nodded.

He just sat down shortly, and it took several hours to get to the dawn. There is no need to rush to reveal anything.

Although the Marx side was not uncovered, the old man on the other side was somewhat annoyed by the temporary exaggeration of such a rough excuse, and even the words became less.

“en?”

After observing the slightly disguised concealment of the old man, Marx, who was not very concerned about some doubts, had a little curiosity.

If it is just a trap, he will not care at all. At most, he only needs to open the door to see it before he finally leaves.

However, now, he is somewhat puzzled to look up and down the old man.

“Sir, if you want to say something, just say it!”

For Marx, who used to be alone in the chaotic wharf town, it is just the inexplicable state of the old man, which is enough to make him a lot of associations and speculations.

He has seen villains who have held up old people or women, and forced the latter to go to the passengers or merchants who came by the ship on the dock, or to defraud or rob, which is not uncommon.

At the moment, the old man sitting in front of him seems to be very similar to some of the scenes in his memory.

In recent days, London has been in chaos. While most city dwellers are hiding at home, the food stored at home is also being consumed a little bit.

In this case, people who are hungry can do anything, let alone some savvy guys.

This is not Marx’s random speculation, because Lupin has long found this sign.

In fact, if the chaos in the city is still going on, and the streets and lanes outside are still very dangerous, the whole city may become more chaotic.

Of course, the only one after another in front of Marx’s eyes is that the old man is looking for someone who is “walking” with his empty hands.

What does the other party want from their own hands?

“Old gentleman?”

Seeing that the old man didn’t talk, Marx couldn’t help but call him, and he saw that he just shook his head like a came back to his senses.

“No, I… nothing to say.”

“Ok!”

Marx shrugged, and even as it leaned back on the back of the old sofa, obviously not in a hurry.

“So, sir… You just said that you have seen a lot of ‘freaks’, what exactly do they look like? What did you do specifically?” He asked as if he was chatting. “I have seen a few blacks.” The guy with the eyes, because I was too scared, I didn’t dare to look carefully.”

He said that he was afraid, but what he could show was that it didn’t matter. It was obvious that there was not much interest in disguising as a normal muggle.

After all, since the old man didn’t tell the truth, it didn’t make much sense to pretend to be like it.

In the face of Marx’s perfunctory appearance, the old man seems to feel a little embarrassed. I saw him repeatedly for a few times, but I don’t know if I should answer Marx’s words, or should I say something else…

For example, telling some truth hidden in my heart?

Marx calmly laughed until the old man swallowed up for a long time without actually saying anything.

“Sir, don’t be nervous… what to say if you say it. Otherwise, you can let the people inside out, not too embarrassed.”

“you–“

When the old man heard this sentence, he finally couldn’t help but say:

“How do you know someone in the room?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marx spread his hand. “But now I know.”

He didn’t have a lie, because he did not deliberately perceive what was in the room, but simply guessed it.

But soon, he saw the old man immediately started talking:

“young man …… Oh no, I mean, sir. You… no matter who you are, please ask me to leave! I asked the wrong person-“

“what?”

The old man suddenly came out with this sentence, Marx is a bit unintelligible – what is “please be wrong”?

“Sir, what do you mean by this… What do you mean?”

“Ah? No, it doesn’t mean anything… You should be ‘wizard’? Sorry, you just kill me if you want to kill, please.”