Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…the bones and muscles of the whole body have been very seriously injured, but it should be taken in time to the relevant potion, but it has already recovered more than half – because of this, Patriarch said that Mr. McLorne has no life.”

“So, the biggest problem now is the overdraft caused by the excessive use of magic… and it is still quite serious. I have already used vigor tonic for him, but obviously, so far there is almost no See any effect.”

At the bedside of Marx, the current wife of the Blois family, Mr. Healer, is telling her about her diagnosis.

Mrs. Michel is a veteran healer, and the level of treatment is definitely not worse than any of the previous healers in St. Mungo’s. However, it seems that she also has nothing to do with Marx who is in the unconscious.

To be honest, Mrs. Michelle, who had traveled around the world to experience the growth of treatment in her youth, has experienced quite a number of patients. She has not encountered cases of excessive cursing until overdraw.

However, to say that Marx is so serious to this extent, she really did not even hear about it.

Be aware that everyone’s body has a self-protection mechanism, and once it reaches its limits, then that person will soon lose consciousness.

However, Marx’s situation is different.

Although he was eventually unconscious, his spirit had already been overdrawn to the point where it had already exceeded the conventional limit.

Of course, if this is because Marx’s willpower is extremely powerful, it does make sense. The problem is that he is not only exhausted in spirit, but even magic power consumes nearly a drop.

In this case, potion, such as a vital tonic, based on the user’s magic power, will naturally not work at all.

“Mrs. Michelle, I understand you in general and I am in trouble.”

After listening to the other’s analysis, Mr. Blois directed her to nodded—the “healer” who treated the sick and always was respected, even in Blois Fort.

After Mrs. Michelle heard Blois say this, she also stood up and gave a sigh:

“I am willing to work for Patriarch, although I didn’t seem to be able to help this time… then I will go out first.”

The healer, who was responsible for the diagnosis of Marx, left the room, and the small friends gathered around Marx’s bed again, and each and everyone looked worriedly at his still pale, bloodless face.

“Mr. Blois, may I ask is Herpo?”

The person who asked this sentence is Delphi. It’s just that her problem is actually not a question. She just wants to reconfirm that’s all through Wynie father’s answer.

When no one knows when Marx will wake up, she will never spare Herpo.

Even though, she is now just a muggle that can’t even be released by the Levitation charm.

“Herpo…” Mr. Blois was a little stopped, and he whispered, “Who can, besides him, force Mr. McLorne into this situation?”

As a person who has just fought side by side with Marx, his answer is more of a sigh.

To say that Blois’s strength can already be regarded as the top of this era, but if Marx did not restrict Herpo’s actions for him, and then resisted the giant fire snake, he estimated that the connection was near Herpo. Can’t do it.

Even after that, although he did succeed in completing the seal magic, but in the case of Marx unconscious, and there was only one person left in the scene, he found that he could not do anything without taking Marx away.

No matter what magic, it can’t cause any damage to Herpo – even if the opponent has become a live target that can’t move.

Blois hurried back with a lost consciousness, knowing that the opponent would soon break free from the seal.

It must be said that the huge gap with Herpo has caused Blois to start wondering if this world is having any problems?

After a long silence, Mr. Blois finally left Marx’s room and left a group of young people, including daughter Wynie, to accompany Marx silently.

And himself, as the Patriarch of the Blois family, must be busy with him.

“The seal can last up to a few more hours… and then the situation is completely unknown.”

In the heart of his own words, Mr. Blois took the entire collar and walked away from the tower along the stairs not far away.

……

Marx had a dream, a dream that made him feel very nostalgic.

In this dream, he still lives in the bar at the east side of Torpoint, going out early every morning and living a life that is upside down.

To tell the truth, such days are actually very tired, and the heavy moisture of the port city makes the beggars tide all the year round. Even if he only sleeps during the dry day, it is difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue that has accumulated overnight.

And this dream seems to be surprisingly true, because he does feel a deep exhaustion that seems to be lingering.

It wasn’t until he came down from the attic and greeted Anglu uncle, who was picking up the fish in the bar’s kitchen and preparing for the business. He was only dreamed of wearing a woman with pink lace trim. The wizard robe, waving the wand cooking “Uncle Ancle” of this unknown meal, woke up.

“Oh!”

Marx, who opened his eyes sharply, was shocked by Hermione and the others who had been at the bedside. Perhaps it was because Mrs. Michelle’s unpredictable appearance deepened the uneasiness of the people, and they did not expect it. Marx woke up much earlier than they expected.

“Marx, you… okay?”

Listening to Hermione’s inquiries in the ear, Marx, who still had the uncle of the women’s beard in her mind, finally threw it behind her head and turned it over and looked at it.

“Well, it’s okay–” Marx said, but he quickly sighed. “I just want to say that, but unfortunately… I don’t have any persuasiveness about it now?”

“Marx!” Wynie grinned and yelled at him.

Marx saw it and had to look at the bedside so many faces, some helplessly laughed.

“The situation is very bad,” he said honestly. “Although I am still coming back – it is thanks to your father, but then…”

He spoke and said, he could only shake his head slightly weakly.

“…My strength, I am afraid I can’t recover in a short time.”