Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? 氤氲 is permeating.

I do not know since when a certain area of ​​the black market suddenly appeared a gray mist like a thick mist, spread a little bit.

However, due to the lack of many residents in the black market, this situation was not noticed for a while.

In fact, even if someone notices this, it is useless. Because this unknown and strange misty magma can't blow away or even leave, even like an illusion of existence.

Fortunately, this gray dense fog does not seem to hurt the creatures. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and apart from causing extremely low visibility in the enveloped area, it appears to have no other negative effects.

And right in the middle of this mist that has been expanding over time, a humble dilapidated house stands so quietly at the corner of the street, it seems nothing special ...

Oh, OK!

In this grey environment, looking at the whole picture of the ruined house ... probably already impossible.

"Muriel! You wake up, Muriel ... Open your eyes and look at me! Muriel ..."

There was a faint cry from the second floor of the house, and there was no doubt that it was Martin's voice. Looking at this situation, Muriel still failed to support Pansy's return after all.

"Damn ... who the **** ... who made her like this! And what inexplicable mist ... what the **** is that?"

Martin yelled with gritted teeth, almost unable to control his emotions. But no matter what he did, there was no way to make Muriel better from his current state.

You can see that Muriel's eyes, who were lying on the bed at this moment, had completely lost her glamour. Because the fog around her was so thick, Martin had to be very close to her to barely see what she was like now.

In fact, these unknown mists were constantly released from her body.

Martin remembered that Jomo was more than ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no reaction to the surrounding movement, and the whole person was in a state of loss.

Suddenly, Martin saw a gray snorting breath spread out from her slightly opened mouth and nose with breath.

The mist seemed to be a little heavier than the air. They didn't float upwards, but rolled to the ground like cold air.

The fog was spreading very fast, and when Martin was still at a loss, the floor in this bedroom was completely invisible.

Martin was naturally extremely anxious about this, but he was also worried whether the mist would hurt himself. In the case of Muriel's unconsciousness, he knew that at least he couldn't have another incident.

At that moment, even though the fog in the room had spread over his insteps, he decided to avoid it first, and check if his body was abnormal before he said it.

But Martin soon discovered that the mist was okay-even after he inadvertently inhaled a little, nothing unexpected happened.

Unfortunately, he alone is fine, but he cannot change the worse situation in front of him.

Unconsciously, the mist had poured down the corridor and stairs downstairs, and began to leak out from the gaps of the doors and windows to the outside.

"Why ... why is this to Muriel ... who is it? Will it be the Ministry of Magic? Or the McLean ... Yes, it must be McLean ..."

In the mist, Martin clasped Muriel's hand, but could only feel the icy coldness from her palm.

He whispered softly in his mouth, and at last he could not help but yelled again:

"McLean! I admit it, is it okay if I lose? I can't help it, and I want to follow that Haierbo to deal with you ... McLean! Come out soon! I tell you everything I know from Hilbo you!"

"Of course it can ... I must say, I don't care." Suddenly, a voice that made Martin shudder suddenly sounded in the mist in the room, "because ... you don't know anything at all. "

"sea--"

At that moment, Martin lying on the bed froze, and he held Muriel's hand and shook slightly.

"No ... teacher?"

After a moment of silence, Martin slowly turned his head—the fear that originated from the bottom of his heart made his joints all rusty. A side-turning motion lasted for a few seconds before he could barely carry out.

However, the thick fog made him unable to see where Haierbo was at all ... he was not even sure whether Haierbo was in this bedroom right now.

But the next moment, with a few sounds of footsteps, the familiar and strange figure suddenly emerged from the fog.

"Don't call me 'Teacher', I don't have a hobby for collecting betrayals."

Haierbo didn't go to see Martin, he just talked casually, and set his sight gently on Muriel on the bed.

As far as Martin knows, standing at the end of the bed is no longer able to see what Muriel looks like, but Haierbo's eyes seem to be able to see everything, and the fog can't hinder him in the slightest.

"In addition," Haierbo looked at Muriel, who was still releasing the mist, and said quite carelessly, "Don't blame McLean for wrong ... turning this little girl into someone like this, why? Can't think it would be him? "

Martin didn't speak, he just stared at the faint outline in the mist, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Since Haierbo said so, how could he not think about the other person?

But when he thought that it was Haierbo who was the murderer against Muriel, Martin became more and more unbelievable-would there be any benefit to Haierbo?

However, just as Martin was in great doubt, Haierbo chuckled suddenly.

"Why, do you want to blame this on me again?" He said lightly, "Of course, I don't mind you thinking about it ... But unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence! At least in my opinion Come, there is no difference in whoever received my 'gift'— "

Speaking of which, he had never seen Martin's even Haierbo's glance, and finally turned his head slightly.

"Just like you apprentices, I accept everyone, anyway ... you children will sooner or later have a 'new self.'"

In Martin's increasingly confused vision, Haierbo sighed again and again, and then murmured softly as if to himself.

"... It's coming, it's really coming soon ... you will be with me for a new beginning soon. And I believe that no one will bother me this time."

There was a slight pause, and Hilbo finally added:

"After all, in this age, not to mention Merlin, even Royna and Sarach have become dust ... How could it be possible to prevent me from moving forward with just a weak point McLean, as obvious as Godric? pace?"

The words didn't end, and he didn't bother Martin's intention any more, and then he waved with one hand.

I saw that Muriel, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly showed a slight spatial fluctuation. Then, Martin only felt empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the seemingly endless mist, still tumbling out uninterrupted, as if Muriel was still lying there, and never left.

"Mouriel!"

Before the beloved girl disappeared, Martin's heart was still suppressed by fear, and he could not produce the slightest will to resist. Although he clearly knew that Haier Bo's appearance must have a reason, and it was most likely that he was directed at Muriel, he still did not dare to act rashly.

Until the moment when the palm of his hand suddenly fell through, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty too.

"Haierbo! Give me Muriel back—"

Between the shock of the mind, it was not known where the courage emerged, so that Martin suddenly pulled out the wand that accompanied him to grow up.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green mang burst out silently in the vast mist, quickly passed through the mist, and then hit the bedroom wall heavily. The deadly curse blasted the wallboard into a hole instantly, and the debris flew for a while.

However, since the life-threatening curse finally hit the wall, it naturally showed that Haierbo was safe and sound.

"Huh, mortal curse ... Do you think this modern magic that ruins the rules of death might threaten me?" Haierbo sneered, but then shook his head again, "Oh, maybe it will! Yes, you have to grab it and use it before McLean, maybe there are so few possibilities! "

After saying this, Haierbo seemed to have lost his interest, and suddenly took a step back and completely disappeared into the thick fog around him.

"stop!"

Martin gritted his teeth, clutched his wand tightly and ran a few steps in the direction of Haierbo's disappearance, but quickly and accidentally hit the room wall.

He murmured, and immediately fell to the root of the wall, but forcibly regained his pain.

"Herbo--"

The other party left ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After sending Muriel to the unknown, he had no intention of staying.

It can be seen that Haierbo probably never cared about Martin's "mite", even the idea of ​​crushing him by hand.

After stumbled and ran like crazy in this bedroom, Martin finally seemed to have lost all his strength and just sat down on the floor so stupidly.

It took a while to hear him whisper to himself like a nightmare. Just looking at his disappointed appearance, it was almost no different from the previous Muriel.

"... Halebo."

In that tone, hatred has long been lost, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.

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