Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Compared with the colorful night scene of London, the streets of the black market are particularly gloomy. There are no neon flashes, no lights flowing, and some are just as dim as during the day.

Walking on the not so wide brick pavement, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried in the shadows, sobbing at you silently.

Even though it is already a relatively wide area in the black market, this sense of oppression due to congestion still persists.

Seriously, Asaph didn't like this kind of place-he didn't like it since he was a child.

He shook his head, dispelled some memories in his mind, and refocused his attention on the plans to be implemented later.

At this moment in front of him, a thin witch he didn't know was quietly guiding him, and the two of them basically said nothing along the way.

That's the one the Witt family sent to find him ... Yes, the old owner finally asked him to meet again.

"Da Da ... Da Da ... Da Da."

There was no one around, and the sound of the footsteps of the two seemed particularly clear.

This is a residential area in the black market. It is said that the buildings on both sides of the road have a history of hundreds of thousands of years.

But today, most of them have long been abandoned. It is only because those private property protection contracts are still playing the corresponding magical effect that that makes such a large "special area" with extremely low space utilization in the already overcrowded black market.

In short, this is a very wasteful place in the black market below.

The house of the Witt family is located here.

Like other family mansions around it, it is wrapped in the darkness of the black market for many years. No one knows when it will only have an empty shell, and it completely loses its meaning.

Suddenly, the sound of the two footsteps paused, and Asa made a turn with the guide, and walked into a vestibule garden, which was not very impressive.

That's right, maybe the wizarding families who once lived here are somewhat famous, and even some are glorious. But now that these families have finally shrunk to live in this underground black market, it means that their grandeur is long gone.

In fact, only the Blois family that Maca knows well is the real winner in the ancient wizarding tradition.

Asa looked up suddenly-it must be said that this Viter mansion was still quite imposing. The towering detached towers and fine stone carvings can be felt from the Germanic style born in ancient Rome, and the subsequent Gothic mystery derived from it.

Tonight, most of the windows of this mansion are still showing a little light.

"Please wait a moment here."

The wizard who led the way said so, and first stepped on the stone steps in front of the main entrance, leaving Asa temporarily in the open space between the vestibule and the mansion.

The fountain at the door is still bubbling water, but in places without sunlight, even the flowing water has lost its brilliance, and it is a little more gloomy out of thin air.

This is not the first time that Asa has come, but as said before, he doesn't like this place at all.

Fortunately, the Witt family did not let him wait outside for a long time, and after a while, the door of the mansion opened from the inside.

"Come in, the host invited you to talk to the small hall ... please come here."

This is not the wizard who just led the way, but another middle-aged wizard who is older and ... to be honest.

Of course, Asaph didn't pay attention to these little things, after all, this is just another person who leads the way.

Follow the other person through the front hall, and then walk inward along a promenade. After the other side opened a door for him, Asa stepped in without hesitation.

The door closed again behind him.

"Mr. Yassa, I think I have to say sorry first ... our conversation seemed to be disturbed by others before."

In this small hall, the old owner of Wit was sitting on the sofa casually, sipping softly with a cup of coffee. After Asa came in, he raised his head and glanced over the door, his expression seemed calm.

"Accidents are often irresistible, and I don't care about them." Asa was also polite, and went straight to the other sofa and sat down next to the owner. "And, in fact, I have to apologize, After all, I said goodbye at that time. "

The original owner who wanted to say "Please sit down" saw this, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, we don't need to be polite anymore." Old Witt slowly said, "The night is getting deeper, and my old bones are not used to staying up late ... Then I will just pick the point!"

"Please." Asa nodded.

"It's nothing to say, it's just about the deal between us ... judging by the strength of Maca McLean, I think your price is not enough."

The face of the homeowner is still indifferent, and the tone is unremarkable, as if bargaining for a broken umbrella in the thrift store.

"You want to raise the price midway?" Asa heard saying, he could not help but groan, "Isn't the four pages of the magic book" Abatair "enough for your Wit family? Not to mention, I have Two pages have been offered to you as a deposit. "

"Oh, I don't think the bargains are cheap ..." The old owner said a little sincerely, "But Mr. Asa, I think you've seen that Marka McLean's ability before you left. Want us Do the Wit family deal with such wizards, do you think four pages are really enough? "

"Hmm ..." Asa frowned, pretending to be hesitant, "Yes, I did see some. The strength of McLean was beyond ordinary people's imagination ... but our" boss "gave a four-page price , You agreed at first, but now you ... "

He sighed in disappointment, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

"You 'boss,'" the old owner of Witte repeated the word, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Yassar, you mentioned the 'boss' several times in this transaction. Speaking of which, my real transaction target is still He ... I don't know, can I meet him directly? "

"No, I'm afraid this won't work."

When asked this question, Asa's answer became very straightforward, as if not even thinking about it.

"At the beginning I also said that our 'boss' never meets anyone, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to others. I think you should be able to understand this, too."

Just as the Witt family lived in a hidden world, there are still many forces hidden in this world. In fact, most of them may not have a good heritage, but for various reasons, they strictly maintain the necessary mystery.

Old Witt certainly understands this kind of person who doesn't want to show up, but he can understand, but it is impossible for Haierbo, who is still in the back room, to understand!

"Then ... otherwise, let you ask your‘ boss ’first to see if he can make us understand the difficulties on our side. By the way, just give me a message and let him think about the meeting?”

However, there seems to be no intention to change the value of the deal on Asaph's side. It wasn't until Old Witt raised it several times in a row that he nodded "reluctantly".

"Mr. Witt, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the 'boss', but I still hope you don't expect too much ... sometimes, our 'boss' is a very stubborn person."

Seeing that he finally agreed, the owner told him slightly:

"Okay! Well, it would be better if it could be faster--"

"Witt."

Before the homeowner's words were finished, a cold voice suddenly burst out, completely covering his words.

"It looks like you can't even do this little thing."

When Asa heard the voice ringing for no reason, he immediately pulled out his wand and went on alert. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find any signs that other people existed.

"Are you looking for me?"

Asa, glancing around, suddenly turned around, but saw a wizard who was about the same age as the old Witten sitting on another single sofa beside him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At that moment, he felt a familiar pressure from the sight of the old wizard.

That's right, this is the stare that was staring at you through the door!

"That McLean is really just an example."

Haierbo gazed at Asa at will, seeing a layer of cold sweat oozing behind the latter, but he still glanced gently with the cold eyes.

"Well, not only has the true meaning of magic been left in the past, but even the entire world has been occupied by ordinary people who have no magic talent. The wizard will only hide himself in the shadows and entertain himself ..."

Having said that, he could not help but sneer.

"That said, as long as I solve McLean's obstacles, I can really begin to accomplish my goal of the year. And it must be easier to come here than it was a thousand years ago ... isn't it?"

Talking to himself was always boring, and in the end Haierbo turned his head to look at Old Witt again, as if he wanted to find someone to share his feelings.

And while Old Witt nodded and reconciled, Asa felt that his eyes were dark, and he knew nothing more.

...

On the other side, Maca was still in the dark alley at this moment, and his eyes were looking at one end of the lane far away.

In that distant shadow, Millian gradually disappeared with Mallor Augustin, who had just woke up.

Maca let them go, and when she did, she let it go. Although he did so for a different purpose, in Millian's mind, this undoubtedly required great self-confidence.

Of course, she always felt a little bit like this to let the enemy go ...

"Well, it's time to call the elves to come in and make a noise."

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