Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Is it a sense of sight? Did you see this bridge section?”

Looking at the rolling clouds that are rolling like dragons, and the lightning that glimmers in the dark clouds, Marx has to stretch out his fingers to prop up an “umbrella” formed by airflow.

Looking at the Thunderbird that the man had just turned into, and the test tube in the mouth of the other person, he could guess what happened next with his knee.

“Good afternoon, young man…cough cough… I think you are the youngest professor of Hogwarts, Marx McLorne?”

The voice of the old man is mixed in the continuous thunder, but it is still very clear, even if the words sound full of vicissitudes and coveted atmosphere.

“what?”

Not before Marx consciously showed his figure, Millian, standing behind the old man, immediately looked around – was McLorne nearby? I didn’t even notice it.

At the same time, the other two suit men also hurriedly took out the wand, and looked at the place where everything could be hidden.

“Yes, I am Marx McLorne.”

As the three of them tightened their nerves, Marx removed his Disillusionment Charm. And when he took the initiative to step forward, the effect of Xianyin potion was automatically lifted.

At first glance, Marx was really not far from his side. They immediately clenched the handle of the wand in his hand, and added a bit of dignity to his expression.

Especially Millian… You know, she escaped under the cover of Yassa’s life, but now she finds that Marx is in front of her!

After this one time, how long did it take to intercept the assistant minister halfway?

“Asa? Tell me where he is!”

Millian’s expression is actually still calm, but from her tone, Marx has not surprisingly heard the anxious anxiety.

Obviously, although this group of people can reasonably bear the sacrifice of their companions, it is by no means a kind of ruthless like Voldemort.

“Asa?”

Marx just stared at the old man, his eyes never left the other half, even if he was talking to Millian, this is no exception.

“Oh, is that man in a coat?” he said, slightly paused. “Reassured, he is fine… but he will not have something to do next, I can’t guarantee it.”

On several occasions, I was taken hostage as a shield. To be honest, Marx wanted to try it once.

Unfortunately, neither Voldemort nor Grindelwald is a person who eats this set. This way he has never used it in the magic circle yet!

“you–“

A suit man seems a bit violent, and when he heard Marx say so, he almost couldn’t hold back.

But he couldn’t help it, but the old man in the wheelchair could help him to hold back – I saw that the old man raised his hand slightly, and the suit man could only swallow the words of the throat, taking Marx and taking a step back later. .

“cough cough, young people…”

Marx is watching the old man, and the old man is watching Marx.

It can be seen that the old man looks weak and thin, so that people will be afraid that he will not swallow the last breath when he does not know; and Marx is just a teenager, and the whole body can feel the vitality.

But it is the two very different people, but there is a deep squat in the eyes.

Marx’s eyes were tossed when he lost his emotions. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his spirit and cooperate with Occlumency to prevent others from attacking when confronted.

The squat of the old man may be somewhat similar to Marx at first glance, but in essence it is completely different. If you have to say something, it is a kind of eyes that have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, but still have a goal.

This feeling, Marx only experienced in Herpo, who had just met before.

“Young people… I have a question to ask you,” the old man calmly looked at Marx’s face and asked faintly. “The rain hasn’t come yet. Why do you have to play an umbrella first?”

What is the problem?

Marx hearing this, I couldn’t help but shook my head.

He knows that this old man is questioning the behavior of Thunderbird flying in the test tube just now. The reason is probably to test Marx that’s all.

After all, in the ability of Thunderbird to call the wind and summon the rain into the potion, this kind of thing is not really worth thinking about.

However, Marx doesn’t want to be led by the other person…

“Old gentleman, since you asked this question, I have a problem,” he said with a hand. “The foot can still go, why should I take a wheelchair?”

After witnessing the bizarre events of turning people into magic creatures in succession, how could Marx not start to guess, is this obviously the old man who is leading the break of the transfiguration ceiling?

“Well, good question.” After the old man heard it, it was nodded with the slightest hesitation, “cough cough… But, should you answer the question I asked first?”

But Marx waved his hand.

“No, I don’t want to answer…” He said calmly. “If you have to say it, I would rather stop the rain first, or else the prisoners in the prison are afraid of being ravaged!”

That’s right, the means of this old man is actually a double-edged sword.

Marx was forced to show up by the guy named Seaman, and even if Marx didn’t show up, the people on the Blackrock Fortress would be unknowingly unknowingly.

“So, cough cough… you don’t want to answer, but you don’t want to answer.” The old man chuckled a little and slowly said, “Don’t stop Ximan’s child… Don’t worry, those guards will only be safe. Sleeping with peace of mind… Cough… just sleeping in the rain, maybe you will catch a cold…”

“Is it?” Marx raised his eyebrows.

“Of course,” the old man laughed again. “Moreover, aren’t you still hostage? Hehe…cough cough cough…”

It seems that this person is easy to get a sip of his own mouth when he is old. Marx looked at the cough that was obviously different from before, and couldn’t help shrugged.

“Then I will trust it for the time being!” Marx didn’t care about the earth. “So… So, your people will not hesitate to make a lot of dramas. The result is to bring me here?”

To be honest, Marx didn’t have much real feelings in the afternoon after the escape. He only knows that the other person may come for the bald Alchemist, and it should be the prediction made for the other party.

I remember that Sarah also mentioned that “Astrology Round Array” is the category of astronomy in alchemy, and now people who can still understand the stuff are afraid of few.

So Marx can make a point. The reason why this group of people will come to Azkaban even if they die.

But now, he finds that the other party seems to have no interest in the prison. The focus is basically on his own.

As a result, his previous guesses were almost overturned.

However, for the question of Marx, the old man does not seem to have a positive answer.

“Young people, do you know the origins of this island?”

It is also an inexplicable problem. According to Marx, there is no deep description of the origin of the island in any historical literature.

Because this island was occupied by a dark wizard before it was discovered by the Ministry of Magic. In all the years before the dark wizard died, the island had no formal record, which is equivalent to non-existence.

“After the death of the dark wizard, which calls itself ‘Ekrizdis’, it was transformed into Azkaban Prison, and most people know what I know.”

Marx’s answer is natural and certainly boring. This obviously means that he does not want to talk about this seemingly no nutrition topic.

However, the old man does not seem to intend to reveal this topic.

“Okay!” He still slowly said in his slow and vicissitudes. “Cough cough… So, young people… Do you know the origins of the ‘dementor’ on this island?”

Thinking about the time I spent in Azkaban for the first time, Marx really studied it on this issue.

It’s just research, he doesn’t want to have a sneaky academic seminar on a desert island outside of Azkaban Prison, and an old man whose identity and strength are quite suspicious!

“The origin of dementor?” Marx rubbed his head. “Is this important?”

“Well, it’s really important – it’s very important to you and me today.” The old man smiled calmly. “Just, cough cough… I see it, I think you probably don’t like this conversation very much. The way……”

As he spoke, he moved his body awkwardly, his fingers swayed, and he held up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

“Okay!” the old man continued. “Since you are not willing to answer questions, then do the questioning party! Cough cough… Young people, I know that you have a lot of questions in your stomach, just ask what you want!”

“Really?” Marx also hooked his mouth. “I’m afraid I’m asking.”

“That is better than not asking.”

The old man said, his eyes moved to the sky behind Marx – the sky above the Sea Territory was already hazy, and the sky was getting darker as the thunder continued.

“My position is not like you. If you ask, I will always answer… Of course, cough cough… The answer is true or false, I can’t guarantee it.”

This last sentence is exactly the same as Marx’s answer to Millian’s words, how much is a little bit of a run on Marx.

“Well, too.” Marx sighed, “So, I want to know, you… is it related to Rowena Ravenclaw?”

Just as Marx said this, another thunder that looked like a penetrating world went straight down, followed by a deafening blow.

Then, the first water droplet before the storm, quietly fell on the ground between him and the old man.

The rain finally started.