Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... Lenny is working hard! Maca! Bring it away from Lenny!"

In the study room of Blake's old mansion, Lenny was standing on a wooden ladder to clean up the bookshelf from dust. But at her feet, the big spider has been holding her forelegs with her forefoot, and scared her to shake the wooden ladder.

"Don't care ... Xiao Qi actually likes you very much."

Behind the desk full of various books and materials, Maca's slow voice sounded.

"Lenny is not going to be liked by a big spider!"

Maca actually likes this stronghold, although the various structures are a bit aging, but after some recent renovations and cleanups, some vistas of the glorious period of that year can be seen.

In this study, for example, the thick double velvet curtains covered the windows tightly, but the delicate magic lamp on the desk was shining brightly.

In this light, everything in the study was fully illuminated.

The warm and light wooden bookshelf exudes a faint halo in the light, and the ancient and fine carvings show its great value.

The floor is covered with a velvet rug made of Motra rat's fur, which is not only delicate and soft, but also has the effect of enhancing the curse and the resistance of doom when stepping on it.

"Tuk Tuk"

While Maca and Lenny were twitching their mouths, there were sudden knocks at the door.

"Come in."

After Maca answered, the door of the study was pulled open from the outside, and a girl in a wizard's robe but surrounded by an apron came in with a tray.

"Mr. McLean, freshly cooked Gordian root tea ..."

Maca, who kept burying her head in writing, looked up and looked at the slightly pink color in the tea cup and the slightly glittering crystals, and couldn't help smiling.

"Is this the fruit of some bubble pods?"

"Yes."

Maca took a sip, and immediately sneezed, and there were a few colorful bubbles like soap bubbles in her nose.

"Let's try a little less next time ..." He put the cup back on the saucer, and then said, "Lena, take a rest! The house is almost packed, don't be busy ..."

"Hey! Jacques Maca, you're partial!" Leni, who was standing on the wooden ladder, was immediately upset. "Why can my sister rest, but Leni can't rest? Leni needs to rest too!"

"You? You can rest, too ..." Maca waved her hand when she saw her face suddenly adding, "If you can sit quietly!"

"If you let it leave here, Lenny just sits down!" Lenny immediately pointed at the eight-eyed giant spider Xiaoqi, aloud.

But Maca did not even raise her eyelids, "Do you think I will believe you?"

At this time, Lena, still standing at the desk, said gently, "Mr. McLean, I don't need to rest ... Actually, I like this kind of life."

It is also wonderful to say that the characters of the two werewolf sisters are almost extreme.

Sister Lenny is just a monkey jumping up and down, no matter where she goes, she can't stop for a while; but sister Lina seems to like the quiet and leisurely pace of life, preparing meals and drinks is her only Hobby.

But from this point, it can be seen how much she loves her lively sister-for this sister, she can live for so many years in such a turbulent werewolf group without any complaints.

"Then sit down first, Lena." Maca pointed to the sofa next to her, and waved again at the spider squatting at Leni's feet. "Little Seven, come here!"

With the reduction spell, the eight-eyed giant spider Xiaoqi was reduced to the size of a fingernail, and then gently returned to a pen holder on the table.

"Lenny, come and sit down, too," he said. "Wait for a trip with me ..."

"Finally can go out again!" Leni threw her whole body into the sofa, and asked after a few bounces. "Milk Maca! Where are you taking Leni?"

"Go where you should go."

"Where? Where is it?" Leni Xing said sharply. "What are you going to do?"

Maca looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Go and apologize!"

...

Thirty minutes later, the suburb of London, Xiaohuijin District.

"... Boy, where are you going?"

In the Dursley's living room, Harry was about to go to the door, but his uncle Vernon was angrily bracing the wall against him.

Dudley watched Harry proudly, apparently the cause of the farce was also his.

"You hear me, dude! This summer, you have to stay in your **** room, nowhere!"

"Why!" Harry said angrily. "I said that, that day has nothing to do with me! Understand?"

"It has nothing to do with you? Stop joking!" Vernon Dursley yelled, "Do you think you cheated me? Dada told me, because you made him send it all day the next day burn!"

"He just got cold that night! It got cold, do you understand?" Harry said angrily, "How many times do you want me to understand?"

"Cool? In such a stuffy and hot summer?" Aunt Petunia screamed. "You should make a better excuse for a story!"

Harry was anxious too. Seriously, he didn't know how to explain it.

Yes! On a hot night, Darren suddenly caught cold, which is really not reasonable.

"So what!" He was irritated by the Dursleys and suddenly waved his hand. "Even if I tell you why, do you understand me? Yeah, yeah! Dementor ! Dementors have appeared! Can you understand? "

"Photo-what a mess?"

"Photo, soul, weird!" Harry said slowly, word by word.

"What weird thing about this dementor?"

"They guard the Azkaban Wizarding Prison," Aunt Petunia said subconsciously.

The words came out for two seconds of silence, and then Aunt Petunia slammed her mouth in her hands, as if she had accidentally said something sickly.

Uncle Vernon stared at her with wide eyes, and Harry's mind was even more confused.

"How do you know?" He asked in surprise, eyes widened.

Aunt Petunia seemed frightened by herself. She gave an apologetic glance at Uncle Vernon, her hands drooping slightly, and her long teeth were revealed with her mouth half open.

"A lot of years ago ... I heard ... that terrible boy ... said them to her." She said intermittently.

"If you mean my mom and dad, why don't you say their names?" Harry asked loudly, but Aunt Petunia ignored him.

She seemed panicked to the extreme.

Harry was shocked. A few years ago, Aunt Petunia burst into emotion and screamed that Harry's mother was a monster. In addition, Harry never mentioned her sister.

However, she remembered such details of the magic world, and has not forgotten it for so long.

Harry was really surprised. Normally his aunt always tried his best to pretend that the magic world didn't exist?

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth and closed it, and then opened and closed it again, apparently struggling to figure out what to say.

He opened his mouth a third time, and said hoarsely: "So ... say ... they ... um ... them ... um ... really exist, they ... um ... these ghosts?"

Aunt Petunia moved her chin slightly and seemed to nod.

Just then, there was a loud noise in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia immediately screamed, and Uncle Vernon roared and ducked to avoid, Dudley had long put his round body under the table.

And Harry? He was looking for the source of the mess ...

After a while he immediately noticed that a dizzy, fluffy barn owl was squatting on a window sill outside the kitchen-it had just hit a closed window glass.

Uncle Vernon exclaimed in pain: "Owl!"

Harry ignored him. He ran straight to the kitchen and opened the window sharply.

The owl stretched out its leg and attached a small roll of parchment. It shook his feathers, Harry took it with a letter, and it flew away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He gently shaken off the roll of parchment paper with a few lines of black grass scrawled on it, Stained.

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Harry: We already know what you have encountered. Don't leave your aunt and uncle's house, don't use magic, someone will pick you up soon.

Arthur Weasley

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"Oh? Are you finally going to tell me the details?" Harry calmed down immediately, and he calmed down. "Someone came to pick me up? It looks like it shouldn't be Mr. Weasley. Who will come?"

and also--

"Don't do magic?" He whispered, ignoring the screams of the Dursleys.

Is there any place for him to cast magic? Used to teach these three unreasonable guys in the living room? Or……

Harry suddenly had a bad hunch.

But sometimes good things do n’t happen easily, but bad things can get worse.

At this golden twilight, the window of Dursley's house was suddenly dark, and the cold air of that night was permeated again in Dursley's house.

Darkness is condensing, and frost is spreading on the surfaces of various furniture in the house, as if the whole world is caught in a kind of extremely cold icy.

Vernon watched the mist in his mouth, startled a few steps, and stumbled to the floor.

"Ah-here and again! Stop!" Da Li mourned, burying his face deeply in the corner under the table.

Harry's aunt Petunia was pale. Surprisingly, although she was trembling, she leaned against the wall, widened her eyes, and kept looking at everything around her.

At that moment, the window of the living room snapped open, attracting everyone's attention except Dudley.