Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I think ... that's a sign that they lost their lives in an instant ..."

In the heavy rain curtain, Asa looked down at the two names on the parchment paper, and after a while shook the rain on the paper, and folded it back into a pocket inside the coat.

"That's fine," Millian blinked, calmly, "at least there should be no pain."

"Yeah!" Asa shook his head. "However, this means that we have to hurry up ... I hope the young Assistant Minister of Magic will return home on time after receiving the letter. "

"No problem in time," Millian nodded and said, "Trust me, he will return ... Besides, he is only the third assistant. This kind of position will be very busy, but the busy ones are often insignificant. Thing, isn't it? "

"I would rather believe that he would care more about his unsafe safety than these." Asa sighed. "Because of this, the effect of the Soul Spell can be better."

"I never expect every one of my cursing objects to be a kind-hearted soft egg," Millian immediately pouted, "so I've been practicing all the time-aren't you the same?"

Asaph heard that he had no choice but to raise his hand and shook it, indicating that this topic could not be continued.

So they continued along the road in the rain, and after making a turn, they reached the crossroads on the other side of the park.

"According to that Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of that garden." Millian pointed to the private garden road across the crossroad. "When you see the sunflower, say 'Go to death! Richard ! ', We can see the door of their house. "

"Why 'Richard'?" Asa frowned.

"They thought that Richard was a shame in pure blood," Millian said casually. "It was an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker--he planted a 26-foot-high sunflower and smiled. In the Muggle newspaper. "

"Oh, this is really fun," Asa satirically, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

By the way, Asa and Millian crossed the turbulent road, the former secretly pulled out his wand and clicked the lock of the iron fence gate of the garden, then pushed the door open and went in.

This is a green private garden. The more they walked in, the more tall and dense the surrounding plants were. Fortunately, there is not much space here, but after a few bends, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

"I hope that Mr. Smith's sister's house has not changed the password." Asa said, he reached out and motioned, "How about you or me?"

"I don't want to miss such stupid lines," Millian looked at Asa, crooked her head. "By the way, I don't think they should change the password here, because they usually only need phantom shift to go home. Now. "

"I don't miss it, but ... Oh, okay!" Asa turned, staring at the sunflower that looked ordinary, "Go to death! Richard!"

"Okay, I'll die now, dear sir."

After the sunflower suddenly opened its mouth and replied, it immediately withered, and the plant that had previously stood in front of them opened a large doorway.

In fact, it can be seen through the doorway across the door. Across the passage, a medium-sized mansion that looks quite chic is quietly located on a green meadow, and a smooth road leads directly to the door of the mansion.

"Hurry up ... I dare say, that McLean may be in front of us at any time!"

...

"Well, I know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of the small building in London, Maca set aside two semi-petrified statues, and his expression at this time seemed somewhat complicated.

Judging by Maca's previous inspection and comparison, the brains of the two men were severely shaken.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, Maca knows—it's in the seemingly intact brain, the brain seems to be stirred up by the eggbeater several times, and it can no longer be called " Brain ".

At first when he was in Canterbury, the same was true of the first "heroic hero" who died. At that time, Maca thought that he had launched a suicide spell in time.

but now……

"Is there any magic set up beforehand?" Maca wondered secretly, "No, I didn't feel any special fluctuations at first ... maybe it was the vow curse of the carrier somewhere else?"

For a moment, when Makawo thought for herself, Ms. Santa Genna and her "grandson", who had just come downstairs, stood not far away in doubt, looking at this side in silence.

Not long after, the vampire boy probably couldn't help his inner curiosity and finally asked.

"... the first? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, nothing." Maca looked up suddenly. "Yes, is there anything else you can do?"

"My grandma wants to tell you—" "No!"

The vampire boy just wanted to say something, but St. Guyana covered his mouth and forced him out of the door.

"We just want to tell you that you are welcome to come to the association's office next time-this is what Mr. Deis said." At the door, she hurriedly said, "So, see you next time!"

"Ok."

Maca nodded towards the door, then turned and looked over to the sofa not far away. The unfortunate Smith was sitting there staring at the two 'petitives' in petrification in a daze!

To be honest, looking at the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important figure. But since Maca had already looked at the other person's memory, at the moment, he seemed to have no need to stay.

Of course, in addition to Maca's need to ask him a few words.

"Hello Mr. Smith," Maca walked to the other side, and sat down casually on a chair. "My name is Maca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts."

"Uh ... huh?" Smith froze, and suddenly turned his eyes to Maca's face. "Maca McLean? Really? Oh ... my little son has always regarded you as an idol!"

"I'm honored for this," Maca rolled her hood to reveal her face, and smiled softly. "But now, let's solve the problem at hand! May I ask you a few questions? "

Because of the suspected Hebrew conversation, the most critical memory of Maca is somewhat incomprehensible.

He had guessed from the limited words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but ... this was what he expected, which is obviously meaningless to him now.

Before the other party went to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic became a threshold they had to manage to cross-this is the point!

"As far as I know, do you have a sister who works as a broom registrar in the Department of Magic and Transportation? And your brother-in-law is the head of the door key office?"

Earlier, when the petrification was removed, Smith's consciousness was still a little confusing, so Maca's behavior of using deceptive minds did not impress him too much.

So, when he heard Maca know so much about his family, he was surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded again and again. "She married a good family, and her life is not bad! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?"

"Yeah, I once said ..." Maca perfunctoryly asked, "Do you know, does your brother-in-law's family come closer to which Auror?"

As far as Maca knows, the only door to Azkaban is the Auror, and the Minister of Magic has the right to enter and exit. In addition, even the heads of other departments of the Ministry of Magic cannot secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memory of Maca's previous pages, Smith does not seem to know the answer he wants. When he asked, he was just making sure that he hadn't missed it. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yes, in Mr. Smith's memory, there seemed to be no trace of his nephew's role as assistant minister in the Ministry of Magic.

"Auror?" Smith thought for a while, and finally shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know too much ... but I don't think they will have much intersection with Auror's office."

"Okay!" Macarton paused, then gave a slight nod, "Please wait a moment here, and someone will soon send you to the Ministry of Magic for protection-rest assured, I will take this one ' The kidnapping case 'is clear. "

After all, he immediately stood up, and then his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait ... before Auror comes here ..."

Before Mr. Smith had finished speaking, Maca disappeared directly in front of him, and he was stunned, and his intonation soon dropped.

"... just leave me here alone?" Smith said stiffly with the last sentence.

But before he spoke on the ground, the window on the side of the room opened automatically, and the rain and fog outside were mixed in the wind and poured into this small living room.

"Relax! I've left something for you, and you will safely wait for Auror's arrival."

Maca's voice rang by the window, and Smith followed, and the window was closed tightly again. It seems that it wasn't until then that Maca really left.

And at this moment, in the rain curtain outside the window, Maca, wearing a magic spell, was flying straight in a certain direction with the magic book, the destination seemed to be the southern suburbs of London.

"Go there and take a look first. If you don't find anything, just go to the Ministry of Magic and watch!"

Rain silk in London is always so slender and dense.