Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "... what the **** is that guy? It's terrible."

Joshua, who was struck by Makar's quick burst of curse, was now fleeing frantically. He had to run away, because this was the first time he had been struck by a spell with no backhand since he had this power.

Although he didn't know how powerful his master was-it must be strong, right? However, the master has never dealt with them with an offensive spell, because the master only needs to activate the brand to make them completely lose their will to fight.

No, they are a group of timid children. Where does the will to fight come from?

"... Did he not chase him?"

Joshua ran wild in the alley, and looked back from time to time, but he never found any signs of following him. Fearful, he couldn't stop-he didn't even have the guts to calm his breath!

He kept running, just to stay away from the monster wizard who suddenly appeared, and further away ... the farther the better!

He didn't think about where he should flee, he just fled instinctively.

As he ran, the buildings on both sides continued to retreat, blending into the night. Occasionally, there were two or two tweets from the owl, as if crying like a child, and it was trembling.

Joshua felt as if he had returned to his childhood, a time when he had not been taken away by his master. He remembered his father, who had beaten his father with alcohol, gambling, and nothing.

He also remembered the scene where he escaped from that dirty and horrible home one night, but his father held a stick and chased a leg with a discount.

Yes, that's right ... that night was so dim, there was no starlight and moon, the street lights kept flashing, and the night cat's hiss made his legs and feet soft.

He kept running, and the crippled, terrible father was chasing behind him, the stick on his hand was thick and hard, and it was a burning pain to scratch it on his back.

His father planted a seed of fear for him.

"... Don't come over! Father ... Don't hit me ..."

Joshua's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse. He dragged his weak body to his feet and ran forward, muttering in his mouth.

This chaos seemed to give him some strength. I saw him rushing all the way, again a dark mist emerged, and gradually covered his whole body.

After a while, he suddenly emerged into the air, and rushed towards the exit of Jackson Square subconsciously.

The wind sobbed in his ear, but he didn't hear it at all. He was overwhelmed by his own fear, and the inexplicable power encroached on his whole body, disturbed his mind, and forced him to follow his instinct.

He wants to go home, return to the place where "Father" cannot find, and then honestly accept the punishment. Although the master's punishment was terrible, it seemed to him an alternative salvation.

Because no one is good to him, no one needs him-only the master needs him!

"... accept the punishment well, and then the host will continue to need me. I will go back there and escape from the terrible 'Father'. The host will hug me as usual ..."

There were many children who were taken there. He was not the first, nor was he the last. It's unclear what other children think, but Joshua's thought is just that.

When he rushed across the brick wall and reappeared on the streets of New York, he had completely turned into a thick black mist flying at high speed.

In the black mist with a long tail, the mixed "Mars" is several times more than usual, and flying in the air looks like a meteor shining brightly.

The meteor flew high beneath the low clouds, heading west towards the city centre.

...

Beside an abandoned warehouse stands a slightly dilapidated monastery. The exterior wall of this monastery is mottled gray-yellow, and the dark green creeper covers a lot of area, and the original fine carvings have mostly been destroyed.

From the outside, it doesn't look like a place for someone to return.

"Squeak--"

Joshua shoved open the tall wooden door, and entered with a heavy step. Instead of staying in this dusty space, he walked straight towards the back courtyard.

There was nothing strange in the atrium either, with yellow weeds everywhere, and the fountain's pond had dried up. There seemed to be strange graffiti on the wall, but it had long been a mystery that no one could solve.

Joshua passed the atrium, stepped up the loose stairs, and entered an empty room on the second floor.

In this room, there is a tattered bed and an empty desk. On the wall opposite the desk, a cracked mirror was installed.

The mirror was covered with dust, making the figure almost invisible.

"Tail feather of night owl."

Joshua looked at the mirror and murmured the password indistinctly. However, as time passed, the mirror did not change.

"Tail feather of night owl!"

He stared blankly at the broken mirror and repeated the password again, but there was still no movement at all-the scene he expected did not appear.

"... how, how can ... the password is correct ... Yeling's tail feather! Yeling's tail feather! Yeling ..."

He slammed in front of the mirror, his hands clenched against the wall, and his mouth frantically frowned. He wanted to go back to the place where he was afraid and attached.

But the cold reality in front of him has gradually made him despair. The broken mirror seemed to tell him silently that the last redemption in his life, the last light in his darkness, had been quietly extinguished.

"Looks like ... you've been abandoned?"

A voice sounded behind his back, scaring him softly, and panicing to the ground. He didn't hesitate, crawling towards the dirty corner with almost hands and feet, and shivering into a ball.

In the direction of the sound, Maca's figure gradually emerged-he was standing at the door of the room, silently watching everything here.

"Did you get the news so soon?" He squinted and murmured into the mirror.

The other party's response to Sirius was to immediately wipe it out, because for the silent one, dealing with Sirius was not difficult.

If Maca didn't come, if Maca didn't arrange the eight-eyed giant spider to protect it, I'm afraid Sirius would have been quietly removed.

No, even if there is an alienated eight-eyed giant spider, the other party can send reinforcements to try to eliminate it. Therefore, they have no reason to choose to abandon a silent person who is so difficult to cultivate.

Well, there weren't many reasons for them to abandon Joshua, and the most likely one of them was the arrival of Maca.

He reached out and fumbled near the mirror, carefully sensing the magic wave in it. A large amount of magical knowledge was flowing quickly in his mind, which was successively compared with the magic feedback in front of him.

After a moment, he put his hand down.

"You're called 'Joshua' ... aren't you?" Maca turned her head, looking at the shivering youth in the corner, "Would you like to come in with me? I think you should want to ask them a few questions……"

He paused for a moment, then chuckled: "... Of course, as long as they haven't run away."

As soon as the words were finished, the wand in his hand had already been lifted up. Between the magic surge, the top of the wand faintly flashed a series of complicated rune characters, and fell into the hazy mirror fragments one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the broken mirror was suddenly covered with a layer of silver light, and the original defects were repaired automatically.

After a while, a brand-new dressing mirror, incompatible with the surrounding dilapidated environment, suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the mirror that was as clean as new, Maca couldn't see himself. What he could see was the scene of this room. What is different from the actual environment is that the room in the mirror is not dirty and stale.

Maca turned her head again, and the young man named Joshua climbed up when the silver light shone on the mirror and walked to him dumbly.

But when Maca's gaze fell on him again, he stepped back inexplicably for a few steps, and narrowed his neck and bowed to the side.

"In or not, you decide."

How could Maca waste time on him? After leaving a word casually, he went straight into the mirror.

The monastery in the mirror has a lot of traces of life, the hanging lamps in the corridor are still exuding a gentle glow, the red carpet is soft and clean, and the landscape oil paintings on the walls are vivid and clear.

Maca walked softly in the gallery, and occasionally opened a room to take a look, but did not find a figure.

He came to the downstairs hall, where the fireplace seemed to have just extinguished, and there was a warm breath in the embers.

In front of a few seats on the long bar table next to it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Even there are leftover leftovers left, a pot of pumpkin cream soup not even filled with steam .

"Have you just left?" Maca frowned. "The clue is broken again ..."

He pulled open a chair and sat down, thinking quietly with his forehead.

After a while, Joshua walked in nervously while Maca was still sorting out her thoughts. He saw Maca sitting at the table at a glance, and suddenly hesitated in a panic, and remained silently at the door.

He seemed a little confused and didn't know what to do. He didn't dare talk to Maca, nor did he dare turn around and leave—he didn't even know where he should go in the future.

He could only silently pester there, staring blankly at the pattern on the carpet with his lowered eyelids blank.

"Do you know where they went?"

As Marca asked, Joshua shuddered.