Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the dark, a figure was shaking back and forth in the professor's office of the potion class, as if looking for something.

Although the other party had been paying attention, Snape's potion storage cabinets and material boxes were turned upside-down after all due to time constraints.

"What are you looking for? Compound decoction?"

A voice sounded abruptly behind the desk behind the man, scaring him all over.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With the sound of a bang, a tea cup was hit by green light and slammed into a dusty powder in mid-air. Behind the desk, a white hand waved casually to disperse the powder mist slightly.

"Butty Crouch, isn't it?" The voice sounded again, with a little laziness in his calmness. "Why, why didn't you come to me at Hogwarts? What's hidden?"

"Maca McLean ..."

There was no light in the room, and both were hidden in the darkness, not even their looks were real.

"Hum ..." Little Batty smiled viciously, but the wand in his hand was tightened a bit, "It is indeed the wizard often mentioned by Lord Dark Lord ... even Dumbledore did not find me, but you Can stay here exactly ... "

"Don't talk nonsense, are you ready?" Maca said in an impatient tone. "The Dark Lord should have told you the plan, but you can see that the first event has passed. ... if I didn't come to you, would you plan to do it alone? "

"This is what the Dark Lord means ... hiss ..." Little Barty grinned, and his tongue stretched out like a snake. "This plan is very important to the Lord Dark Lord, and nothing can appear. Mistake ... Do you understand? "

"Who do you think you are talking to?"

In the dark environment, a sharp invisible sharp blade passed by Barty Crouch Jr.'s ear. He was startled at first, shrinking his head and touching his ear auricles, and the tingling sensation of belatedness spread all of a sudden.

"You--" He lowered his voice and snarled angrily.

"I think I have to warn you first ... if you dare to delay my plan, I will let you feel the soul magic that is more terrifying than the heart spell."

The words did not fall, and a black misty skull rushed towards Barty Crouch Jr. at a rapid speed.

He couldn't understand why he could clearly "see" the same black skull in the dark. All he knew was that the skull was amazingly fast and appeared so suddenly that he had no time to avoid it.

Immediately after, he felt only a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was a pain in his body that made him crazy.

The feeling is very similar to the pain of being punished by the owner with the Heart Spell, but unlike the Heart Spell, this pain comes very quickly, as if the power of the Heart Spell was maximized at once.

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

"Is this magic fascinating?"

When Maca waved his wand, the skull turned back into black mist and dispersed. He was still sitting in the back chair behind his desk, his tone was soft and gentle: "It's not like the heart-cursing spell, and it will have permanent soul damage over time-as long as I control the intensity, it will last until I Mana is exhausted. "

"How is it, isn't it cool?" He paused and said to himself, "I think it's cool anyway ..."

Little Batty had no energy to speak. He was half-knelt on the cold floor, panting heavily, but was sanely sober.

"The compound decoction is at the bottom of the penultimate cabinet, the largest bottle ..." Maca said abruptly, "leave what should be left, take what should be taken away, and then go back where you are go with."

"……I know."

Little Batty said weakly, and frankly picked up a potion bottle from the cabinet, then pulled out an envelope from her arms, and put it carefully on the desk.

"Then I leave first ..."

Maca didn't say a word, and Barty did not care-now he just wants to leave here as fast as possible, leaving this guy who is just as scary as the Dark Lord.

"correct……"

Little Batty froze stiffly and settled in half with her mouth open.

"Later in front of me, don't stick out your tongue again," Maca's voice brought the laziness at the beginning, but what he said left the little Batty behind, "If I extend it again, I will Keep your mouth open for life. "

"……Yes."

He quickly closed his mouth and left the office like a flee.

But Little Batty didn't know. Just as he had just closed the door, another man in the office walked out gently.

"Are you really planning to cooperate with the Mysterious Man now?" A sleek, soft voice sounded.

"What I did just now is what you're going to do." Maca didn't look back, he just spread his hands and said casually, "To be honest, I didn't think you would respond to my invitation. After all, you know , Recent Hogwarts is dangerous. "

"I'm more guts now than before." The man laughed. "And, it's a rare opportunity to show off my skills. I don't want to miss it!"

"I'm still wondering if you have been so nourished in the Muggle world that you don't want to return to the magic world ..." Maca said easily, "I heard that you are now a hemp Sir Gua-this is rare in wizards. "

"I can't stay with Muggles all the time, that's so boring ..." He looked very proud and said briskly, "I took advantage of this time to exercise my magic level. Now, I am Need a wonderful adventure! "

"It's up to you," Maca nodded. "Don't mention your level of magic, at least I can trust your acting skills ... Hold this before the second project of the top three, Get used to it! "

"how about you?"

Maca didn't say much, because there seemed to be some noise coming from outside-the sound was a little far away from here, but it was very obvious in the silent late night.

"You go first! Professor Snape will be back soon ..." He waved his hand. "I have prepared the script for you. By then you only need to finish your play. This script will be returned. is you."

"no problem!"

The man patted his chest and quickly opened the door and left.

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

"What are the noisy people doing here? Want to wake everyone in the castle? I must catch you, Pippi, I want to catch you, you ... Well, what is this?"

Filch stopped.

He only heard a "click", a sound of interlocking organs--Filch picked up a box and closed it.

"Box?" Filch whispered below the stairs. "My baby cat! This is the clue of the top three battle! Who belongs to a school warrior ..."

"Pippi!" Filch shouted joyfully. "You stole something!"

His terrible, fluffy face and violent light eyes were staring upwards. It was a dark, empty staircase.

"Hiding, aren't you?" He whispered, "I'm here to catch you, Pippi ... you actually stole the clues from the top three, Pippi ... Dumbledore will never be light this time Forgive you, you filthy, chicken and dog, prankster ... "

Filch started climbing up the stairs, followed by his skinny, dark gray cat.

It was Mrs. Lorris, Filch's cat—it was very spiritual, and staring at Filch in front of him now, as if something had been found.

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned around.

There was a man under the stairs ... that was Snape. He is now wearing a gray shirt-style nightgown, but he has a pair of mud-stained boots on his feet.

It's just that the trousers of his pajamas seemed too long to make it difficult for people to see what kind of shoes he was wearing.

"It's Pippi, Professor," Filch whispered fiercely. "He threw the box off the stairs."

Snape walked upstairs and stopped beside Filch.

"Pippi?" Snape whispered, eyes fixed on the box in Filch's hand. "This is Potter's ..."

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

"Professor, is there anything wrong with you coming here?"

"Of course not," Snape said sharply. "I just heard a bang and a scream--"

"Yes, professor, that's the sound of the box dropping—"

"I'll come and investigate--"

"——It was thrown by Pippi, professor!"

Filch kept talking ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ which made Snape's tongue impatiently.

"Okay ..." he said unpleasantly, "I'm going to the office, you keep looking, if--"

Pedal, pedal, pedal ...

An unpleasant sound of wood knocks Snape to a halt.

He and Filch both looked down at the stairs, and it didn't take long before Mad-Eye Moody limped. Moody wore his old travel cloak outside his shirt-style nightgown, and crutched as usual.

"Pajamas party, huh?" He said rudely up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard some voices, professor," Filch said immediately. "It's Pippi who loves to play pranks, throwing things as usual--"

Moody moved another step towards the stairs, his magical eyes glanced over Snape, and then, without a doubt, landed somewhere beside the stairs.

Suddenly, his broken eyebrow jumped slightly.