Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…Harry? Harry! Wake up…Marx others?”

Harry, who was sleeping, was awakened by a violent shaking. And when he looked at the past with his sleepy eyes, he found that Hermione was pushing his shoulder.

“Hey, don’t shake it, shake my head and faint!”

After stopping Hermione’s rude shoving, Harry sat up in a confused way and subconsciously reached out and pointed to the tent.

“You look for Marx? He is not there -“

Before he had finished speaking, Harry saw that Marx had no one on the bed. Not only that, but the fire on the side of cauldron has stopped, and there is no fog in the outside.

“Hey,” he snorted first, and then he looked like he thought of something. “Oh! Right… Marx went out! I seemed to wake up when he left, but then I went again. I fell asleep… Oh, I was half-awake at the time, thinking that I was dreaming!”

Hermione hearing this, could not help but frown slightly.

“It’s going out again in the night, where is he going?” She said, she suddenly shook her head. “Well, where can he go besides London?”

“Maybe it will be Sirius and Lupin?”

This is the voice of Ginny!

After hearing it, Harry stretched his neck and crossed the front of Hermione, moving towards the entrance of the tent. But seeing Ginny leaning against his forehead and leaning there, breathing seems to be a bit heavy… It seems that because he had drunk too much before, just that hu hu hadn’t let her go over!

“Ginny… are you okay? It looks like it is still-“

“I’m fine, Harry.” Ginny was busy waving his hand. “Oh, I shouldn’t drink that many…”

“Is it really okay?”

Harry looked a little distressed, but Hermione apparently didn’t bother to care about the interaction of the little couple. However, even if she is quite worried, she does not know what to do.

After all, even if she is worried, can’t she chase London?

Standing in the same place for a moment, she finally rushed to Ron, who was still sleeping, and said to Harry:

“Take him up to me too, and then both of you come out with me… I have something for you to help!”

After all, I saw Hermione turning around and walking straight to the door. However, when passing by Ginny, she did not forget to pat the other side of the shoulder, softly:

“Ginny, you don’t have to go with us, take a break! Don’t overdo it next time – you may not remember, before you pulled Marx to dance, the two people look like Australia. Big kangaroo! Female child should pay attention to the image, do you know?”

“kangaroo?”

Ginny paused with his hand in the temple and then turned to look at Harry. When Harry saw it, he could only show her a subtle smile.

“Hey… Kangaroo is also very cute, isn’t it?”

“…I won’t touch anything with alcohol in the future… I swear!”

At this time, Ron, who had just shrunk in his quilt, suddenly opened his eyes and seemed to intentionally or unintentionally slammed into Ginny, who was annoyed.

……

“spy?”

At the same time, the Marx, who had just heard of the spy in the mouth of the young girl Alice in London, obviously became a little dignified.

“I think this problem should be the most urgent thing at the moment.” He looked at the young girl in front of him and squinted. “Let’s go! Look at the guy who hasn’t chased it yet, I will take you back to you.” The house that I have stayed before…but, you’d better be mentally prepared.”

Soon, Marx left the storage room with the young girl and ran straight out along the roadway.

“Relax.”

After leaving the lane, Marx reached out and grabbed the young girl’s wrist, reminding him. And then, the young girl felt as if it was light, like floating away from the gravity of Earth.

The next moment, as Marx tapped the ground under his feet, he immediately took the other side to accelerate and rushed out to the end of the street.

This is naturally not the limit speed that Marx can achieve, because although he has regular protection, the young girl is completely absent. Even if he intentionally uses magic to reduce the burden on the other party, it is obviously impossible to completely eliminate the load that the other party will bear when moving at high speed.

Therefore, Marx can only keep the speed within the range that the other party can bear – to be honest, if the demon is encountered in this situation, it will be easily caught up by the guy.

And that’s why Marx has repeatedly raised the dangers on the way.

Obviously, it is equally impossible for Marx to bring more people when playing against the demon. Unless…the one who faces the devil with him has the same strength as today’s Harry.

“Right, if necessary, you can turn on the magic on your ring – its stealth effect is really good!”

On the way, Marx couldn’t help but mention this. Although in the high-speed movement, the vast majority of hidden magic effects will be greatly discounted, but after all, is it better than nothing?

After a while, it turned out that their luck was actually good, at least not directly on the road to see the devil. As for whether the other party has already perceived their existence, it may not be.

Not long after, Marx took the young girl and quickly returned to the back of the original muggle house. When Marx slowed down early and stopped at the door of the backyard, young girl felt like she was a little sick…well! In fact, she was really retching on the spot a few times.

“Sorry, but now in the fog where space cannot be moved, this is the fastest way to get there.”

“No, nothing,” the young girl breathed hard to suppress the feeling of the thrush in the chest and abdomen. “Mr. MrLorne, we—”

She couldn’t squeeze the words out of her throat because she had seen the dark red, winding blood marks in the backyard.

Needless to say, I haven’t had time to completely press down the young girl Alice in the stomach. This time, I really couldn’t help but squirt out.

Just, maybe it’s because she didn’t have something to eat at the moment, so that when she vomits at this time, she can only spit out sour water to that’s all.

On the other hand, Marx has seen more terrifying scenes for a long time, and he doesn’t feel any discomfort for such bloodstains.

However, at this moment his expression is not very good.

“There is a problem,” Marx frowned, staring at the blood mark that had stretched out of the room, and dignified. “When I left, there was no such blood in the backyard.”