Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Home Master… and Mr. McLorne, I think you have to take a look! Mr. Taung is back from the camp in London, but his current state looks very bad!”

Late at night, near two o’clock in the morning of Paris, Marx was still busy with Hermione, Luna and the others in the lobby of Blois Fort. At this moment, the old steward, who had been commanding the servant to do a lot of preparatory work for the evacuation, suddenly appeared at the gate.

“Enns is back? What happened to him?”

As soon as Marx heard the old steward talking about Ens, he stood up.

“You are continuing to do here… Mr. Blois, let’s look at it.”

“I am going too!”

Not surprisingly, Alexander immediately got up from the chair and ran over him – he was like that, even if Marx didn’t let him go, he wouldn’t give up.

“Okay! Add one for you, but everyone else will stay here first!”

After all, what Enns said is a companion to everyone, even if he is actually not really likable. So apart from Luna, the three of them need to continue to work, and other idle friends actually want to see what the situation is.

However, since Marx said that he would not let it go, everyone would have to sit down again.

Not long after, Marx, Blois and Alexander followed the old steward all the way through the atrium garden to the medical room opposite.

“Mr. Taun was seriously injured. When the guard found him at the door, he was completely dizzy, so we are not quite sure what accident he encountered. And because there is a recall list in the camp of London. The people on the scene only came back a part, I think… the rest of the people who were originally asked to be responsible for bringing Mr. Taung back, I am afraid that it has already happened.”

The old steward walked on the way and said all the facts and guesses he knew at the moment. Marx and Blois were listening to each other, and they were habitually nodded. Only Alexander was still worried about his face. Most of the other words he did not listen to.

When the old steward finishes all of his own, the medical room is here.

Since Ens was just sent over, healer Michelle is trying to give him first aid, and seeing how urgent the medical room is without a door.

When Marx followed the old steward, he immediately smelled a strong bloody smell, which made him slightly owned.

As for Alexander, who is hard to follow, it is naturally more tense at the moment.

But fortunately, Alexander still knows at least whether the situation of Ens is critical, and the most important thing is still treatment. Therefore, although he was anxious, he did not make any behavior that would hinder others.

Marx patted his shoulders and pacified his shoulders, and then walked quickly with Mr. Blois to the emergency bed on the side of the medical room.

After bypassing two cabinets filled with various potions and treatments, they saw the back of Mrs. Michel, who was busy at the bedside.

It can be seen that the other party obviously has already heard the movements of their coming in, but they have no time to go back and look at them even more.

“Madam, what happened?”

At the same time as the old steward asked, Marx had already gone, and the moved towards Ens in the hospital bed was stunned.

“The situation… How do you say that?” Mrs. Michelle gave medicine to Ens, and hurriedly sighed. “The trauma is very serious… There is a very obvious wound in the abdomen, three broken ribs, and three There was also a fracture in the left arm. However, he came back in time and healed most of the time after using a lot of white flavor… Then just use another bottle of blood-staining agent, and there is no problem with trauma.”

After Marx heard it, it was nodded.

“So, is there any magical injury?”

“Oh! Mr. McLorne?”

As soon as I heard Marx’s silhouette, Mrs. Michelle turned her head for the first time and hurriedly looked at it – knowing that she had just been diagnosed by Marx not long ago, and she was almost helpless with the situation of Marx, but she was completely unpredictable. Now Marx can come to her side and watch her treat other injuries.

“Hello, Mrs. Michelle.” Marx yelled at the other side of the grass, nodded, “Maybe you know, I can’t use magic at the moment, so I can’t personally check for Ens’s diagnosis – he is the biggest now. What is the problem, tell me about it!”

After saying this, he also deliberately handed a look to Mr. Blois around him, apparently also want to hear what he thinks about the state of Ens.

As for Mrs. Michelle, she heard that she had looked down and looked at the Ens in the hospital bed, thinking:

“Although I don’t dare to be sure, Mr. Taun should have shown signs of magic similar to Cruciatus Curse. And you see, Mr. Taun’s palm has blood marks from nails – this also proves He is likely to have suffered the pain of needing willpower to resist.”

The voice didn’t fall, and before Marx asked what to ask, I heard Wynie’s father agree with it: “It should be true, he within the body magic power and mental disorder, and it happens to reflect This kind of possibility.”

“Cruciatus Curse…?”

Of course, Herpo doesn’t bother to use modern curses, but if he wants to use the rules of the soul to achieve the effect of tormenting others, it will not be difficult to see.

Just like this magic, its effect can not only hurt the soul. If it is applied for too long, it is enough to cause irreparable physical damage to the brain.

“Mr. Blois, can you check the brain for Enns?”

The human brain is undoubtedly fine and fragile. At present, both the magic circle and the world of muggle, the level of treatment in this area is still quite limited.

“I have already checked it and I have not seen any problems.”

Seeing Mr. Blois’s answer, Marx still can’t let go of his heart, because if you want to know if Ens’ brain has anything, he can only wait until he wakes up and observe it directly.

“Speaking of it, Ens suffered such a heavy injury, and I also have a large part of the responsibility.”

Marx has lost his emotions once again, but this so-called “responsibility” does not require emotional support to draw conclusions directly.

Therefore, even if he can’t produce any guilt, he can understand the wound of Ens, and he needs to take responsibility.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, you yourself can only leave Mr. Taung there for the time being injured!” old steward said, “not to mention, you told me the first time before. Bring him back – you are not wrong.”

That is, at this time, after a rescue of Enns, the eyelids finally moved slightly.