Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Yassa, do you remember? We all spent some time in London as a kid ... but look! London is much cleaner now than it was then ..."

"Oh, I know, didn't you all see it when you came? Just stay away from the window! I want to stay here for a little longer!"

In the bustling place in central London, a group of four people fleeing from Maca took a burden, so they arrived at the second hiding place prepared in advance.

In fact, they manifested in a small alley, and the leader Asa immediately rushed away from the dark and humid alleyway with the remaining members of group A and mixed with the crowds on the streets of London.

Yes, this is a good idea, because as long as you stop using magic at will, that mass of Muggles will be one of their most reliable cover.

"Hey, Asaph! Don't you want to look at the city more often?"

Standing next to the window was Millian, who could hear some of her words. She and Asa had actually known each other since childhood. Moreover, they seem to have lived here originally.

"I said it, come on!" Asa sat on a chair and rubbed his temples. "Instead of looking at this city more, I hope I can sit in this city for a while ... not only It's because we all miss it, and I mean it, it's also because we have tasks to complete. "

As he was talking, he turned his head back suddenly, and the foot of the chair suddenly squeaked on the floor.

"Again, London is still London. It's not much better now, isn't it?" Asa said faintly, looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the hazy under the gray sky.

"Okay, okay!" Millian resigned helplessly, "I have to admit that you have successfully dispelled my interest ... forget it, the past has passed."

After all, she walked gracefully to the chair aside, and sat up lazily.

Today's afternoon in London is still wet, even if the weather in Canterbury or Hogwarts is fine, it has nothing to do with it.

Across the window glass, the cars on the streets were moving back and forth, unconsciously becoming the noisy background sound of this suddenly quietened room.

Sometimes people may think that the rain and fog always make people's mood gradually gloomy, right?

"Rhode should be dead."

After a short while, Asa finally spoke again.

Milia and the other three companions did not show any frustration or sadness, as if it was a matter of course.

However, they did not answer at will, but continued to keep their own quiet.

"The shaman wearing a gray cloak is very strong. Even if I and you both play the cards, most of them will not be his opponents." Asa continued to analyze softly, because no one talked and nobody looked at him. It's like talking to yourself.

"I think that's probably Hogwarts' professor of ancient runes—the young and outstanding Mr. Maca McLean."

After speaking these words, Asa closed her mouth again, and the room returned to silence again ... until Millian opened her mouth without warning.

"So," she said, "who's the next turn?"

As for Millian's words, Asa just shrugged, but the other three remained silent. Only in the middle of the room, Smith smashed his mouth on the table-apparently, he was still in a coma.

"Don't you decide long ago?" Millian glanced at Asa. "Who's next?"

"Anyway, it must not be you," Asa smiled. "Sit back and relax, big beauty! This is our job-it's you, you should be ready."

"No," Millian shook her head, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position. "You don't have to prepare time, you can always do it."

"Oh? That's a pleasant surprise ..."

Asa murmured, then raised his hand and continued to rub his forehead.

...

Almost at the same time, in the lane where Asaph had their phantom manifested.

"Oh, I hate London. It makes me feel slimy all day!" The old man raised his feet twice, and the soles of his shabby leather shoes stepped on the slippery floor tiles. sound.

"Really?" Montongues pouted, "I like it very much-here, everyone is too lazy to pay attention to you, and you are often too lazy to pay attention to whom!"

"So, this is an excellent hiding place." The bearded smiled.

While the three of them were still watching this lane all the way around, and chatting casually for a moment, Maca had already felt the magic remnants around them.

But as expected, those people have never used any magic after coming here.

"Fat rat, what do you think?"

After looking around, Maca turned to look at the beard. But before his words were settled, the beard shook his head decisively, signalling that he had nothing to do for now.

"is it?"

Seeing this, Maca looked up at the alley again, and the buildings with a certain period of time gave the city an immersive vicissitudes.

However, this dense and misty rain and fog has made people more or less lack the interest of looking up and admiring.

After watching for a while, he suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"Let me say that the weather in London is still very good," Maca said leisurely. "As far as I know, at least a part of 'people' always like this gloomy combination of nature and man.

"What?" The wretched old man turned back, a little confused.

"In short, let's fall apart and look for it in our own way!"

Maca didn't explain much, and after that, he walked straight down the slightly aisle. The remaining three dumb-minded guys glanced at each other, and had to start their actions separately, according to Maca's words.

In fact, Maca didn't want to go back to find the three of them at first. If he chose to chase them immediately, maybe he could catch those guys who left in time.

But after a little thought, he gave up on a scene of running away in London.

London is the center of Britain. There are too many Muggles here. If not necessary, he doesn't want to make too much noise here!

As soon as he got out of the lane, Maca was immediately engulfed by the hustle and bustle on the streets outside.

The Muggle world is still so disturbing. At a glance, the most on the street are cars, pedestrians and a large umbrella necessary for Londoners to go out.

Once stepping into the flow of people, Maca clearly felt the familiarity of the past-a sense of integration that almost made him temporarily forgotten even by the magic world.

Finally, as he passed a small four-storey building, he walked away from the crowd on the walkway and came to the antique shop door on the first floor of that building.

Standing in front of the gray shop's glass shop window, Maca raised her head subconsciously and glanced at the window on the third floor upstairs.

Then he reached out his hand and gave a few flicks on the window glass.

It looks like a long-closed store with a lot of goods in it, but there isn't even a single person, and a rusty iron chain lock is wrapped around the door handle.

Correspondingly, Muggles coming and going on the sidewalk almost didn't look here, as if they were completely indifferent to it.

Like the entrance to the St. Mungos Magic and Injury Hospital, a similar mantra was apparently cast here—to be honest, it's not that rare in downtown London.

"Sir, this is the location of the private association. If you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate, thank you for your cooperation!"

After tapping the glass, a line of slightly fancy English fonts appeared on it. Below that line, there is a box, it seems that the so-called "membership certificate" is probably verified here.

Unfortunately, Maca is neither a member here nor has any proof.

Of course, it's not difficult for Maca to get in.

He didn't hesitate, and soon spread out his palm, and nudged directly on the glass.

But he saw that the windowpane that could have been rattling, now turned out to be like a large piece of thin gummy candy, and was deformed by him.

Not long after, Maca's arm fell completely into the window, followed by half of her body, the other arm, and one foot. In a blink of an eye, he went into the glass and disappeared.

At the same time, at the other end of the entrance, Maca drilled out a wall. If it were more accurate, it would be a wall at the end of a corridor.

Looking up, this corridor is not very long, but there is no window around it. The only lighting is the row of yellow and dim lamps on the ceiling.

So, this broken place looks a little spooky, and people can't help but get goosebumps.

It ’s just that Maca didn't care about it ... Or, in other words, he seemed to know what it should look like here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't show any surprise at all about this infiltrating environment.

Without much thought, Maca walked forward with her legs raised, her footsteps echoing in this quiet corridor, almost mingling together.

Until he stopped in front of a door, the footsteps lingered in his ears.

Maca lifted her eyelids slightly and looked at the old door. There was a palm-sized nameplate on it. Although the edges of the metal doorplate were covered with a little bit of rust, the letters above could still be seen clearly.

"Bang, bang!"

He only glanced at the nameplate, and then reached out and knocked strongly on the door-you know, he would never do such rude behavior on weekdays.

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