Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Werther, tell me your answer!”

It was still the voice of Barnes & Noble. Old Patriarch heard this age from a young age, and that is familiar. But that is the familiar voice, but now it is controlled by another strange willpower, but it is forced to come.

The old Werther Obscurus was slightly squinting, and the brief remark was made.

At this point in time, the members of the Werther family are somewhat amazed.

Most of them can understand that the old steward, who was respected by everyone, is afraid that he is no longer his. But even if you know, what should they do?

The sights were gathered on Old Patriarch, and everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

“I–” “Mr. Werther.”

After a little silence, the old Werther seems to have made a decision. But before he could say a few more words, Marx suddenly interrupted his next answer.

“Mr. Werther,” Marx stared at Herpo, not far away, with a calm face. “He can threaten you like this, isn’t it because I am here? If I said, I didn’t find it at your Werther family’s house today. His existence… Do you think you can help me?”

He didn’t say that he wanted Werther to help him, but there is no need to say that because the people present can instantly understand his intentions.

“I didn’t find out…” Old Werther’s lips twitched a little, and asked, “Do you mean it?”

Marx immediately shrugged:

“Obviously, I don’t have to deceive you in this kind of thing – since he still needs to force you to stand up with coercion, I feel that there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you know that in today’s Britain Magic circle, how much can I say a few words!”

His remarks clearly gave hope to the old Werther.

After all, if you choose to follow Herpo now, it’s the same as the entire magic circle. Like this kind of sale that is basically harmful to the Werther family, he is naturally unwilling to do as a Patriarch.

But when the old Werther’s eyes slammed, as if he found a way out, Herpo spoke again.

“McLorne, this means of temptation, you use it really well. If I have not prepared enough for this, I am afraid that today I will only retreat first…”

Herpo was talking, suddenly raising his hand and rubbing his forehead.

“It’s a pity,” he said. “The Werther family can choose from the beginning to the end that’s all!’

At the end, his mouth was hooked, showing a rather infiltrating smile.

And in the next moment, an obvious magic power fluctuation swept through the side hall, and the source of the unclear wave seemed to be…

“You ruined the entrance to the black market?”

Marx was a little bit on the side, just a little calculation, and then he frowned.

“It’s hard to be done. Do you want to completely take this black market under your own name?”

“Humph.”

Herpo heard this and suddenly chuckled.

“Is it for myself?” He shook his head as if he had heard a funny what a joke. “Young people, I can only say that some things have been going on for too long, and you can’t imagine them for a long time.”

Listening to him, Marx suddenly realized a possibility.

“What do you mean by saying…has it been your place?”

After this speculation, Marx couldn’t help but quickly push back. Who knows the more likely it is. The only thing that he can’t figure out is that – why did Herpo choose to settle here?

Marx still remembers that Herpo’s hometown is ancient Greece, where it is far from here! Is it just to fight against Hogwarts four founders?

Of course, Herpo wouldn’t know what he was thinking. Seeing Marx himself said the answer, he also ordered nodded. Look at his satisfied expression, as if he still appreciates Marx.

As for whether he really appreciates Marx, or if he is just sarcastic about Marx, it is not very accurate.

After a while, Herpo licked his forehead again and didn’t care too much:

“Want to come, you also have ‘friends’ here? Don’t you say hello to them? I want to see, if you go now, maybe you can bring more people. After a while, they can Not easy to leave…”

Having said that, Herpo turned to the direction of Werther Old Patriarch, and a pair of deep pupils suddenly became full of enthusiasm.

“Look, I have given you some time. In fact, I have set aside some space for myself. Otherwise, you have been spending it here, then I am a little embarrassed.”

When he said this, although he was looking at the old Werther, the object he could talk to was still Marx. From what he said, he can actually hear it – for Marx’s ability, at least in the current state, he is still alert.

Marx listened, and his eyes became much more intense.

I saw him slamming the staff in the right hand, cooling the rune flashing over its top. It was just that moment, the temperature in the side hall was plummeting, and the wizards of the Werther family couldn’t help but take a nap.

The next second, Marx stared at Herpo’s side face and whispered:

“So, if I give you the first thing now… will you still feel ‘difficult’?”

“Oh, of course it will be embarrassing,” Herpo immediately turned his head and looked straight at Marx’s eyes. “And it would be ‘extraorient’ difficult… because, with this body, I even hide It may not be possible to open it.”

“Just, this doesn’t make much sense to you or me, isn’t it?”

Marx knows that in this sentence, the other party is really right. Herpo, this guy, in the state of Remnant Soul to occupy other people’s body is not too difficult, the key is to capture the mental strength of the goal that’s all.

In other words, it is difficult for him to easily obtain a higher quality body, and nothing more.

“Don’t you go? It’s too late to be late~ Don’t blame me for not giving you enough time to transfer ‘they’.”

Seeing that Marx still doesn’t move, Herpo persuaded the “goodwill” to persuade.

“…then’ see you later.”

Marx paused for a moment, then turned and walked away, leaving behind a chilly back in everyone’s eyes.

But he left, and the members of the Werther family, who were initially hostile to him, were sinking. Because in the current situation, Marx’s departure is probably not a good thing for their Werther family.

“Well… Werther, you know?”

Herpo didn’t even look at Old Patriarch at this point. He just looked at Marx’s direction and said:

“Really, he is the wizard who really set foot on the magic road in this era compared to the unsuccessful descendants of Junior. If he is not a Hogwarts…”

Halfway through it, Herpo seemed to be uninteresting, and he waved his hand quite a bit.

“Follow me to the Chamber of Secrets 2-Layer,” he said inexplicably. “To say the time, whoever is never enough… Some things, it is time to get ready.”

But when he saw him talking, he went to the corridor and looked at him like this. He was more familiar with the house than the Werther family.

……

When Herpo went to Werther’s house and Marx rushed to compete with the time, Milian and others twirled around the Thames.

“Can’t get in, some of the entrances here are invalid, what about your side?”

“I am here too.”

“The same is true for me!”

Under a bridge across the Thames, they ran in one direction and the three gathered again. But among the three of them, there is still no one to bring back any good news.

“Look at this situation, it should be someone who has closed the other side of the exit from the black market… or, simply, destroyed them.”

Millian frowned, talking about her own guess, and bothered. After all, in the short term, they are mostly unable to intervene in the Werther family.

“Need to report to Boss to listen?” Asa took a moment to ask, could not help but ask.

But Millian shook her head decisively.

“No, Boss said that what he should tell us has already made it clear. And after he goes back, what we should do and how to do it, we must judge by ourselves…”

The horse on the side was a little surprised, because he was the first to know that there are still people behind the two who are leading the whole situation.

“Who are you talking about ‘Boss’…”

Not long ago, Marlow had settled with Millie under the auspices of Asa, and made a covenant with an unbreakable curse.

Under the strict confidentiality agreement, he is also a “thief ship” on the foot of Millian. There are some things, but there is no need to keep him secret.

Of course, the identity of the “Boss” is obviously not included in the information that is open to him.

“You don’t need to know for the time being.” Asa sent him in such a sentence.

“In short, let’s try other entrances. There are so many entrances to the black market. They are not necessarily connected to those in the middle of the street… look for it and think about it!”

Millian said so, and muttered in a low voice:

“Well, there are anti-Apparition spells in the black market… I knew I would make a portkey first.”

After a while, the three men dispersed on the barren beach, and each chose a route that they had not traveled to check one by one.

At this moment, the air is still floating in the air, and the fascination covers the earth.

It’s just the sky, it’s getting dizzy. The neon on the street, through the rain curtain, flashes with blurred multicolored brilliance, which makes this World a little more psychedelic.

The blossoming black umbrella in the hands of the pedestrians shuttled back and forth in the rain curtain, as if silently telling, the upcoming London night scene is still unclear as usual.