harry potter book of crimes

I don’t know when it started, but it started to rain in the fog.

The thin and light rain fell to the ground without a trace under the haze, and then each splashed with inconspicuous water splashes.

Of course, in London, a rain is obviously not unusual.

What is strange is the man in the rain.

Just like the raindrops splashing on the ground, there are still inconspicuous lives that were once vivid. They grew up in silence, bloomed in silence, and now they suddenly withered in silence.

From this moment on, some thoughtful people may suddenly realize why Haierbo's men were only targeting wizards but turned a blind eye to Muggles.

Because, this huge disaster that spans the magical world and the Muggle world has not really begun until now!

"Sin is not enough... far from enough."

The "Collector" who was born in front of Haierbo was silently walking through the streets with a group of walking zombies similar to him.

They... no, it's "them".

They don't move with any force at all, and they even gradually disperse into each other, making it hard to tell whether there is any affiliation, because if you only look at their appearance, the only changes are basically the one pair that has been completely invaded by black.

Eyes.

Perhaps only when they take action, people can feel the huge difference, because only the first one will use that unknown substance as dark as ink to take away the souls and lives of others.

But obviously, if you want to distinguish them, you have to survive from them first. And these ordinary Muggles undoubtedly do not have this ability.

Unknowingly, the number of Muggles in a certain corner of London began to gradually decrease quietly.

…

"Okay, they're back! Get ready to remove the barrier. The others will follow me to resist the dark wizard... Remus, please don't come over. It's not easy to come all the way. Take a rest first!"

At the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, Kingsley asked everyone to raise their wands, preparing to meet Aberforth and Sirius, who were responsible for diverting most of the dark wizards, and go out to meet the enemy again and attract firepower.

To be honest, it is not difficult to just go out and fight for a while. After all, the wizards outside are crazy, but their strength is not enough to make the Aurors and dark wizard strikers helpless.

Not to mention, the most difficult one had already retreated after being injured by Aberforth.

Not long after, Kingsley gave an order and the magic barrier disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his men to knock away the enemies blocking the door, forcing them to attack the door like a Muggle bulldozer.

There was an open space in front of it.

"Come here...protect yourself with armor...we are here, just go in!"

While waving his staff to resist the spell, Kingsley asked Aberforth and Sirius to hurry in - he knew that the two of them had taken more dark wizards around here, and it would obviously not be easy along the way.

A few minutes later, after the two of them broke through the crowd and rushed into the door of the Leaky Cauldron with the help of here, Kingsley began to shrink the defense line and retreated.

When the barrier rose again, a kind of Auror and Striker immediately stopped their hands and watched as the continuous attacks from outside turned into dazzling light particles in front of their eyes.

"Remus, why are you here? You should know that Maka went to St. Mungo's, right? Why didn't you go there to check on the situation?"

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard that Sirius had gone to the bar to talk to Lupine.

"Why didn't you go?" When Sirius asked, Lupine immediately said, "Not only did you go, but as soon as you got there, Makara went to help with the work..."

As he was speaking, he looked at Aberforth who was still at the door, and then said:

"I believe you also know... In order to find someone to supplement your strength, I temporarily handed over the intelligence booth at 'home' to Dunge. But guess what? I went back a little later.

But that guy sent piles of secret letters directly to Maka! When I went to St. Mungo's, he was still reading them one by one at the door of the hall!"

"Then you were dragged into sorting information by him?" After hearing this, Sirius immediately smiled and patted his shoulder, "Isn't that what you should be doing? It's just a change of place, what's the matter?

Nothing to complain about!”

"I didn't mean to complain, I was just following what you said!" Lu Ping waved his hand and said, "By the way, the information I handled with Maka before was not very important, but I am going

On the way to St. Mungo's, I witnessed something quite worthy of attention."

Seeing his expression gradually becoming serious, Sirius couldn't help but said seriously:

"What's up?"

"Well, wait a minute," Lupine then said to Kingsley and Aberforth, "Come here, everyone is here now, I have something to say - it's about Helbo

of."

After a few people gathered together, Lupine told the story about a group of wizards summoned by Haierbo and how Martin was burnt to ashes by Haierbo.

Including the face formed by the condensed gray mist that was shattered by Haierbo's blow, almost every part of this incident made everyone present feel frightened.

Yes, even Aberforth, who didn't seem to care much about anything, couldn't help but shake his head slightly after hearing this.

"So, that Martin was originally Haierbo's..." Kingsley was only halfway through his words when he suddenly seemed to have remembered something and said, "I remembered - this Martin, isn't he?

The Helbo apprentice that Maka asked the little girl from the Parkinson family to stare at earlier?"

"Yes," Lu Ping nodded, "That's the one."

"who?"

Since only a few people knew about Pansy's role as a spy, Sirius happened to be sitting between these two few insiders.

Seeing him looking back and forth between himself and Kingsley in confusion, Lupine didn't bother to explain in too much detail, so he thought about it and said casually:

"Anyway, that Martin is also one of Helbo's apprentices, and obviously... he rebelled because of the woman named 'Muriel'."

"Oh," Sirius immediately shrugged upon hearing this, "This can only be said to be a pity."

Kingsley also followed with a little regret and said:

"It can be seen that even if some people make wrong choices for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. And the current source of those mistakes is the 'despicable Haierbo'... In order not to let more

People either take the initiative or are forced to take Martin's wrong path, and the most important thing is to get rid of the root cause of Haierbo as soon as possible."

…

It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task to get rid of Haierbo. If it could be done, Maka would have done it long ago.

In fact, Maka has indeed made a lot of efforts for this, and even "killed" the opponent many times.

Of course, even Maka himself knows very well that it is just a futile effort. As long as Haierbo's Horcrux has not been destroyed, even if the only Horcrux has long fallen into Maka's hands, he will still

Resurrected again and again.

Compared to Voldemort, who was even worse than a ghost after turning into soul fragments, Haierbo, who was proficient in the rules of the soul, was obviously much more difficult to deal with.

But tonight, it was clear that Haierbo had one more difficulty - that is, the "Collector" born through the demon summoning ritual.

In a certain Muggle family, a man and his wife were lying on the bed together, the two of them hugging each other and sleeping, both immersed in an unknown dreamland.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door and walked step by step from the corridor outside to the bedside of the young Muggle couple.

Then, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Sloth, lust... major sins... contribute your sins."

The next moment, a piece of viscous black material instantly poured out of the air in front of the figure, turning into two slender but hard long thorns that pierced the heads of the two innocent Muggles on the bed.

When the long thorns were quickly retracted and the Muggle couple in the bed twitched slightly, the figure just breathed lightly, then immediately turned around and floated away.

Only two bodies that were still warm were left, and the surging blood stained the bed with a large amount of scarlet.

However, who would not be guilty of the evil that the figure kept saying? With his momentum, I am afraid that everyone should die once, and no one will be left out.

What's even more terrifying is that forty-one more "collectors" like him will be born one after another!

Suddenly, in another residential complex far outside the window, a green light flashed in a certain room. The light was so intense that even though it was blocked by thick curtains, it still came through the gaps up and down, left and right.

There is no doubt that the killings go far beyond this.

But it must be said that the heavy fog that now envelopes the entire London has become an extremely effective cover.

On a normal night, the frequently flashing green light would easily attract others' attention, but tonight it had to be close enough to be vaguely seen.

After a long time, the first coded note about the suspected Killing Curse light appearing in a certain area finally reached the hands of Mundungus in Black's old house across the night sky. The note was then sent to the Golden Gate by him.

When Sly was there, no one knew how many Muggles who were unable to resist had their precious lives taken away...

"Come on! The second collector... Yes, I can feel it, the second collector is about to be born... Hurry up, hurry up! Hum... hahaha..."

In the open space behind Big Ben, under the dull gazes of the forty-one "apprentices", Haierbo's increasingly wanton laughter slowly echoed in the mist.

Death may continue, and no one knows where the damn end is. (To be continued)