Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Tonight, when Marx took Kingsley and Delphi to the manor of the British royal family again, Barbre, who had been waiting in the foyer for a while, had never happened.

To be honest, although Babré may have felt that Marx didn’t really care about his existence at all. After all, Marx has made it clear at the outset that his success is just an “accidental” that’s all.

In fact, Marx pays more attention to him than he imagined, but for a series of reasons, it is not too close to it.

Otherwise, Marx wouldn’t say that after he was awakened with the sleeping magic power, he said to him through the soul magic, “As long as you can master this power, you have the right to think.” Encourage, and words like reminders and warnings come.

Just now, when passing through the hall, Marx discovered the situation where Babre was absent.

“…Mr. Mr. McLorne?” The Queen asked the Queen after he sat down and sat down. The Queen asked, “Is it as usual to pick five people to experiment?”

When I heard the other person ask, Marx had now put Barbary on the side and shook his head.

“No, I didn’t bring the reagents this time,” he said. “In fact, I am planning to come and talk to Her Majesty tonight. Um… Presumably, the Queen, you should have got the news yet? The transfer of the fog in Kent to London.”

“Oh, yes,” the Queen heard this, suddenly nodded, and then he was particularly keen to test the way. “Don’t you say… Is this related to Mr. McLorne?”

In the face of the Queen’s question, Marx did not deny it, but was very refreshed and nodded.

“Combined with some other conditions, I think this abnormal change is mostly an invitation from Herpo to me personally. It is about this matter… Her Majesty, I know that you have sent an army to be stationed there. So, I have to remind you first –“

After emphasizing this sentence first, Marx continued:

“Don’t be too close, don’t easily mobilize the stationed team to do something very dangerous! Because there is a group of enemies in the fog that are quite bad for you.”

“Then they… are they running in the fog? Just like when they attacked Canterbury?”

“No, because this time Herpo is very likely to be hiding in the fog, so the level of danger is definitely much higher than you think -“

One of the reasons why Marx came over was to make the royal family a little more secure when he went to London to meet with Herpo. Therefore, he is going to talk down this topic.

Unexpectedly, at this time, someone outside the door suddenly knocked on the door of this hall, so Marx and the Queen had to temporarily stop the conversation.

After the Queen gestured to Marx nodded, it raised the voice of the door slightly in the direction of the door:

“Open the door.”

She didn’t ask people to come in immediately, but she didn’t ask anyone directly here. She had already let the guards go out beforehand, and as the queen, it was obviously a loss to talk through the blind. The act of the system.

“Mother, Mr. McLorne…”

Soon, the outside guards opened the hall door, and the two saw that Barbre, who had not seen Prince and Marx today, appeared at the door of the hall.

Perhaps the Queen has not said that they are allowed to come in. Both of them just stood outside the door and performed a ceremony.

Then, Prince voluntarily replied:

“Sorry, I was asking Babré about the feeling of using magic. I stayed for a long time without paying attention. After that, I and he rushed to the basement, but when I saw it, only the guards were there… …I don’t think I didn’t seem to have received the news from Mr. McLorne today, so I asked the guards, maybe there was a delay… Oh, Mr. McLorne, I am really sorry!”

Prince’s words began with an apology and ended with an apology. There was a smile on his face from start to finish. It was quite decent. If you change someone else, probably even if you don’t get to the level of “spring breeze”, it will be enough for most people to have a good impression on him.

However, Marx listened to him, but the line of sight from start to finish only stayed behind Babré.

It can be seen that the latter, whether it is an expression or an action gesture, reveals a subtle feeling.

If you don’t want to find an example to compare it… It may be like an innocent hostage secretly coerced by a criminal, forced to calm down before the person, but the heart is extremely eager to see what people see.

I had already noticed this Prince’s Marx, but after looking at it for a while, I quickly understood what was going on.

As for the Queen… Marx feels that the same wisdom out of the ordinary, she must have noticed the anomaly.

However, the Queen and Marx have not shown any difference for the time being.

I saw the Queen and said to her son:

“Let’s come in!”

When the voice didn’t fall, Prince went into the hall with Barbour, who was behind him. Then, the reality of Prince sitting directly next to the Queen, and Babra, naturally, stood behind the sofas of both of them.

Just as soon as he was seated, Prince suddenly spoke again.

“Mother, Mr. McLorne – What about the experiment today?” He said as he glanced at several corners of the hall, seemingly looking for the subject who should have existed. “It hasn’t started yet… …still it is over?”

“The latest reagents are not finished, so there is no experiment tonight,” Marx shook his head calmly. “But the daily test of Babre is still going on. Just before that, I want to talk to Her Majesty first.” A few words, after the test.”

“Oh, that’s it!” After listening to Prince, he immediately nodded. “Please continue, don’t care about my existence, I just watched as usual.”

“Ok.”

Marx was normally complied, and then talked to the Queen about the next move of the muggle royals, or some action that was not needed. When he had finished speaking all the words, he barely waved his hand to Babrillo, who was standing behind the opposite sofa.

“Let’s go! Just like the previous days, go to the hillside open space behind the manor.”

Just after finishing, Marx took the lead to disappear from the sofa, and Kingsley quickly left with the Delphi stalker and went to the backyard.