Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the darkness, a silhouette swayed back and forth in the Potions’ Professor’s office, seemingly looking for something.

Although the other party has already paid attention, but after all, time is tight, Snape’s potion storage cabinets and material boxes are still turned upside down.

“What are you looking for? Polyjuice Potion?”

A voice screamed behind the desk behind the man and scared him.

“Avada Kedavra!”

With the sound of “hua la”, a teacup was hit by green light, and it was turned into a fluffy powder in midair. Behind the desk, a white hand waved freely to disperse the mist.

“Barty Jr. Crouch, isn’t it?” The voice rang again, with a hint of laziness in the calm. “Why, when it comes to Hogwarts, why not come to me? What?”

“Marx · McLorne…”

There was no light in the house, and both of them were hidden in the darkness, and even the look was not real.

“hmph 哼…” Barty Jr. laughed, and the wand in his hand was tighter. “It’s the wizard that the Dark Lord often mentions… even Dumbledore didn’t find me, but you can accurately Stay here…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, are you ready?” Marx said in an impatient tone, “Dark Lord should have told you about the plan, but you can see, the first game has passed… …if I don’t come to you, are you planning to do it yourself?”

“This is also what the Dark Lord means… hip hop…” Barty Jr. licked his mouth and licked his tongue like a snake. “This plan is very important for the Dark Lord. No mistakes can be made… …do you understand?”

“What do you think you are talking to?”

In a dark environment, a sharp invisible sharp blade fluttered in the ears of Barty Jr. Crouch. He was shocked first, shrinking his head and touching his auricle, and the late tingling sensation suddenly spread.

“You–” He lowered his voice and made an angry cry.

“I think I have to warn you first… If you dare to delay my plan, I will let you feel the more terrifying soul magic than Cruciatus Curse.”

The voice did not fall, and a black mist smashed toward Barty Jr. Crouch at a very fast speed.

He couldn’t understand why he could clearly “see” the same black gimmick in the dark. He only knew that the speed of the girl was so fast that it was too sudden, and he could not escape.

Then, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then with the body came a burst of pain that made him crazy.

That feeling is very similar to the pain that was punishable by the owner with Cruciatus Curse. Unlike Cruciatus Curse, this pain is very rapid, just like the sudden appearance of Cruciatus Curse’s formidable power.

He can even feel that his soul is being pushed out of the body by the black gimmick…

“Is this magic very fascinating?”

Marx waved wand, and the hoe was turned back into black fog. He still sat on the back chair behind his desk, and his tone was flat: “It’s not like Cruciatus Curse, it will have permanent soul damage for a long time – as long as I control the strength, it will continue until I The magic power is consumed.”

“How, isn’t it cool?” He paused and said to himself, “I feel so cool anyway…”

Barty Jr. has no strength to talk, he is half-squatting on the cold floor, gasping for a big mouth, but the mind is exceptionally clear.

“Polyjuice Potion is at the bottom of the penultimate cabinet, the biggest bottle…” Marx suddenly said, “Leave the left, take the take away, and then where to come back.” ”

“……I know.”

Barty Jr. said with a weak voice, he took a potion bottle from the cupboard, and then took an envelope out of his arms and carefully placed it on his desk.

“Then I will go first…”

Marx didn’t say anything, Barty Jr. didn’t care too – now he just wants to leave here as quickly as possible, leaving the fearsome guy in front of the Dark Lord.

“correct……”

Barty Jr. slammed into a stiff, half-opened mouth in place.

“In the face of me, I don’t want to stick my tongue out again,” Marx’s voice brought with the laziness of the beginning, but when he said it, Barty Jr. was cold. “If you stretch it again, I will let Your mouth can’t be opened in this life.”

“……Yes.”

He quickly closed his mouth and escaped from the office.

But Barty Jr. didn’t know, just the moment he just closed the door, there was another person in the office who walked out gently.

“You really intend to cooperate with you know who?” A slick and squeaky voice rang.

“What I did just now is what you are going to do.” Marx didn’t look back. He just spread his hands and casually said. “To be honest, I thought you wouldn’t respond to my invitation. After all, you know, The recent Hogwarts are very dangerous.”

“My current courage is much more than before.” The man said with a smile, “And, there is a rare opportunity to show up, I don’t want to miss it!”

“I am still thinking, are you so moist in the muggle world that you don’t want to go back to the magic circle…” Marx said easily, “I can hear, you are now a muggle jazz – – This is rare in the wizard.”

“I can’t always mix with the muggle. It’s too boring…” He looked very proud and his tone was light and gentle. “I took advantage of this time and exercised my magic level. Now, I need to A dangerous adventure!”

“That’s yours,” Marx nodded said. “Don’t mention your magic level, at least your acting skills I trust…. Hold this, before the second task of the top three starts, get used to it. Let’s go!”

“how about you?”

Marx didn’t say anything more, because there seemed to be something moving outside—the sound was a bit far from here, but it was very noticeable in the quiet late night.

“You go first! Professor Snape is coming back…” He waved his hand. “I have already prepared for you, and you only need to finish your play. This script is for you.” “”

“no problem!”

The man patted his chest and quickly left the door.

On the other side, Filch was yelling angrily on a certain staircase that had just made a sound.

“What are you doing here? Are you waking up the people in the castle? I must catch you, Peeves, I want to catch you, you… Hey, what is this?”

Filch stopped.

Just listen to “咔哒” a light sound, which is the sound of mechanics biting each other – Filch picked up a blind man and he closed it.

“Scorpion?” Filch whispered under the stairs. “My baby cat! This is a clue to the Triwizard Tournament! It belongs to a school’s champion… Who is it?”

“Peeves!” Filch screamed with joy. “You stole something!”

His terrifying, fluffy face and the light-eyed eyes of the violent bursts were squatting upwards. It was a dark, empty staircase.

“Hide up, isn’t it?” he whispered. “I want to catch you, Peeves… You actually stole the clues from the Triwizard Tournament, Peeves… Dumbledore will never spare you, you are dirty. Dirty, stealing chickens, wild ghosts specializing in mischief…”

Filch began to climb up the stairs, followed by his skinny, dark-gray cat.

It was Mrs. Norris, a cat raised by Filch – it was very intelligence, and it was staring at Filch’s front, as if something was found.

“What happened to Filch?”

Filch stopped and turned around.

There was a man standing under the stairs… that was Snape. He is now wearing a gray shirt-style nightgown, but he still wears a pair of muddy boots.

It’s just that the trousers of his pajamas seem too long, and it’s hard to see what shoes he’s wearing.

“It’s Peeves, Professor,” Filch whispered disgustingly. “He threw the scorpion off the stairs.”

Snape hurried upstairs and stopped at Filch.

“Peeves?” Snape whispered, his eyes fixed on the scorpion in Filch’s hand. “This is Potter’s…”

He said, squinting and looking around sharply, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

“Professor, is there anything you are here?”

“Of course not,” Snape snapped. “I just heard a peng peng and a scream.”

“Yes, Professor, that’s the voice of the scorpion falling -“

“I will come over and investigate -“

“–It was thrown by Peeves, Professor!”

Filch kept on talking, which made Snape lick his tongue impatiently.

“Oh…” he said uncomfortably. “I am going to the office. You can continue to find it, if-“

蹬, 蹬, 蹬…

An unpleasant wood percussion made Snape slammed his head.

Both he and Filch looked down at the stairs, and soon after, Mad-Eye Moody limped. Moody draped his old travel cloak outside his shirt-length pajamas, holding a cane as usual.

“Pajama party, huh?” he said thickly to the stairs.

“Professor Snape and I heard some voices, Professor,” Filch said immediately. “It’s Peeves, who specializes in pranks, throwing things as usual—”

Moody moved a step further toward the stairs, his magical eyes swept over Snape, and then, undoubtedly, fell to a position next to the stairs.

Suddenly, his broken eyebrows gently jumped.