Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() The night has come quietly, and the lights in the Georgi bar are inadvertently lit. Probably because there are only two bars here, at night, it became very crowded.

The drinkers, no matter they knew or did not know, whoever drank a few more glasses, let go of the remaining restraint in their hearts and talk to each other.

Hagrid was a little unhappy just now. After a few glasses of wine, he quickly forgot about what was just now, and talked to another local wizard who couldn't even speak English.

Even if the two didn't know what the other was talking about, it didn't affect the sentiment between them, and the atmosphere seemed quite good.

However, Mrs. Maxim seemed to be regretful that her apology had not been accepted and could not be relieved. When Maca chatted casually with the other party, she would glance at it from time to time.

In fact, Maca had noticed it for a long time, but he didn't really feel the need to hold on-the other party obviously didn't take it seriously, did he?

What he wants to do right now is naturally to talk to the opposite lady a few more words.

"... I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"

When he said this, Maca's eyes fell on the wine glass at his side, and the curiosity implied in the words didn't hide much.

The other party heard the words, raised the glass indifferently, and took another sip.

"I can't answer this question," her bright red tongue tipped out slightly, and licked her upper lip gently, as if savouring the fragrance left between the teeth, "If I said it was 'sweet', then How do you know that 'sweet' in my mouth is not 'bitterness' in your mouth? "

As she said, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of her right hand, wiped it gracefully around the edge of the glass she drank, and then pushed the glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why not try it?"

I don't know if it was an illusion. Maca always felt that she was slightly naughty when she said this.

Maca was not polite. He reached out and picked up the glass with interest, and shook it to his eyes. In the translucent glass goblet, a kind of dark red liquor hangs a thin layer of stickiness on the wall of the glass.

When he got to the edge of the glass and sniffed, a thick rusty scent of rum mixed with rum immediately filled his nasal cavity, which made him completely dispel the thought.

He smiled, pushed the glass back intact, and shook his head by the way.

"As far as I know, the" sweet "in your mouth and the" sweet "in my mouth are actually a taste." Maca thought for a moment, and suddenly the topic changed, "Would you like some dessert? I treat you . "

"Isn't it a good idea to have a beautiful lady eat dessert in the evening?" The other person raised a slim eyebrow and smiled sweetly. "Little brother, you can't tell, you still know a lot about us ... … You're right, except this— "She held up the glass and motioned," The other flavors are not different from those in your mouth, just pure— "

"... Not interested?" Maca guessed.

"Yes ... you can say so!" She nodded slightly. "Although it tastes good, she doesn't have much desire to taste."

"Because the body doesn't have corresponding needs ...?" Marka thought to herself thoughtfully.

Because organisms need food to continue their lives, they will evolve their desire to go out of their abdomen. This is the most direct causal relationship. As for the "taste" of food, it is at best a kind of "bait" that lures creatures to prey.

This is true for the "human" Maca, and the same is true for the "one" before him.

To be honest, after thinking of this, Maca became more and more interested.

"Perhaps, there is some unexpected connection between 'us'!" His eyes were staring at each other, but the focus seemed to fall on the entire community behind her, "I don't know if I am lucky to know yours. What's the name, 'beautiful lady'? "

"What can't I do?" She sat up a little straighter, and her hand on her chin was temporarily placed on the table. "Nice Lane Saint-Guiner-remember, little brother."

...

After that, Maca did not continue to talk to the lady of Saint Guinea, but instead rose up and said something, then returned to the round table where Mrs. Maxim was.

After a few people ordered some food in a hurry, they went to the dormitory attached to the bar to rest.

Originally, when Maca and Hagrid came to book a room here, Hagrid intended to book two rooms, but under Maca's will, they eventually booked three rooms.

When Maca heard the murmuring snoring soon, he couldn't help sighing.

"I had expected it, but the result still underestimated Hagrid!" He thought secretly.

But when he was planning to put a muffler spell in the room, the hand holding the wand couldn't help but pause, and reinserted it into the sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted up his sleeve and looked at the black mark on his forearm.

That was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black gas, there are some magical powers that have been infected by the black gas and have not been completely cleaned up.

To this day, those magical powers have been almost assimilated by black gas. In other words, most of the lost magical powers cannot be recovered.

Fortunately, that's just a small part, and it doesn't have much impact on Maca. However, although he blocked this part of the black gas together with the contaminated magic with runes, it was still a hidden danger.

At least he wouldn't want to meet Voldemort again until the method of complete expulsion is reached.

Even if he did not think that Voldemort could control this part of the black gas sealed by the runes, as long as there was still the possibility, he would not take this unnecessary risk.

It just makes him a little incredible that he didn't feel any maliciousness in this black gas. Don't say maliciousness, not even the kind of "negative energy" that all black magic must have in this black gas.

This has to be said as a strange thing in terms of the characteristics exhibited by the Bewitching Stele.

Just as Maca thought of the little magic he had lost as a result of the curse, there was a slight knock at the door of the guest room. In the snoring sound of Hagrid next door, Maca almost didn't hear it.

He pulled up his sleeves and smoothed them again, and adjusted the collar slightly before turning to the door.

"Oh-good evening, Ms. Santa Genna." The caller was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a while in the bar in front.

To be honest, Maca didn't expect her to come over.

"Little brother, my sister misses you!"

Before waiting for Maca to invite her, she reached out and gently nudged Maca's chest, and walked into the room by herself.

Maca shrugged, smiled indifferently, and took the door with her.

"Ms. St. Guyana, don't know what to visit at night, is there anything?" As he walked in, he habitually said, "Need something to drink--"

At the end of the conversation he took it.

"... Oh, sorry," he looked back with a smile on his face, and he waved, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink."

"is it?"

Said Ms. St. Guiner, giving a meaningful wink at Maca.

"Of course, of course," Maca walked to the table in the room with a smile, and then stretched out her hand to pull out her waist. "If you want to try something new, there are actually many varieties here ..."

He said with his mouth, but his men kept on, and there were a lot of large and small potions on the table.

"Dragon, monster, mermaid ... Oh, this is not an empty bottle, this is an invisible beast. I have only encountered it once, don't drink it all ... by the way, there is a bottle here Basilisk, I believe you will be very interested ... "

Maca's bottle and bottle are like several treasures. To be honest, these are all his inventory, at least a half of which are not necessarily bought by others.

"Oh? Even Basilisk?" Ms. Santa Gina laughed softly, and she seemed to be better at night, "Well ... it smells refreshing ..."

However, she just smelled it, and soon put the bottle in her hand back on the table.

"It bothers you, little brother ... But my sister, I'm picky about food!"

This may sound bad, but Maca thought of a possibility.

"Speaking of which, your last name seems familiar ..." Marka looked up. "Is that the 'Sacred Guyana'?"

"You remember well ..." said Ms. St. Guyana, suddenly leaning against Maca, and her thin, soft fingertips passed gently across Maca's neck.

"How about ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Want to be my first 'male'?" She whispered in Maca's ear, winking.

"Even a vampire, you can't live that long ..." Maca pushed her away with a smile, "Or maybe you want to tell me that soaking a girl's blood can really make a vampire continue her life and resist aging? "

That's right, the lady in front of him is a downright vampire.

"Why, don't you believe it?" St. Guyana took a step back a little later, and a kind of naughty smile appeared on her face. "Eternal life is not the patent of those wizards. Muggles are spreading that vampires can live forever. It ’s a story! "

Instead of arguing with her, Maca sat down in a chair by the table and gestured behind her again.

"Please sit down! I think ... it might be your active time at night, but how much longer do I have to sleep!"

Then, he repeated the original question softly: "I don't know if you came to me, is there anything wrong?"