Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“The time is almost over, call that ‘Asa’!”

In the underground Chamber of Secrets 2-Layer of Werther’s mansion, a familiar and unfamiliar voice rang out, stalking the ears of two Werther family members waiting to be guarded.

“I will convey this to the Xiang Family.”

One of them immediately owed a debt, and even lifted his leg to the outside of the stairs. The other one, still standing outside the stone chamber door, did not dare to tamper, but could not help but sneak a glance at the stone chamber.

Just a glimpse, he took his eyes back and regained his heel. It was just the picture of that moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

“hu ——”

He closed his eyes and sighed as lightly as possible.

How many people have been sent since the departure of the Chamber of Secrets from Old Patriarch?

Five or ten? Or is it twenty?

He didn’t count, and he didn’t have the interest to count… In fact, he didn’t feel like it at first. After all, in this black market, people almost every day lost their lives for various reasons.

The ones that were sent to this stone chamber today are just some of the insignificant people who’ve been sent back by Old Patriarch.

But when he found out that the number of people who were sent in gradually increased gradually, and there was still no tendency to stop, even if he asked himself not to be a good person, he could not help but give birth to a cold.

What happened to the head there?

This is why he just couldn’t help but want to take a look.

But now, he saw it, but still did not understand what the person who occupied the body of the old Bano was doing.

Or maybe, why did the guy want to kill that many people?

On the floor of the stone chamber, the person in the ground is in a disorder. The men and women apparently did not breathe, as if they were scattered like a toy that was abandoned.

There is no anticipation of blood and residual limbs, and there is no horrible face. Only the cold air seems to be meaningfully depicted, the death of the cold shivers down one’s spine.

And he, who had been at the door from the beginning, was completely ignorant of how those people died.

Just as he regained his gaze and returned to his posture standing against the wall, the eyes in his eyes opened open and glanced at the door of the Chamber of Secrets expressionlessly.

“That young man, this time the seals made are much more secure than those in Earth Palace… Hey, very novel magic?”

Herpo snorted quietly.

“In this case, the mirror of engulfing will be handed over to you for the time being…”

……

“Miss Millian, are you sure that the summon of Abataire is a volume, and the rest is still in the hands of your ‘Raven grandfather’?”

“In any case, the drug effect has passed. I don’t necessarily believe that I can say anything… Also, you are not allowed to call Boss by that name!”

As Milian said, the effect of Veritaserum has completely dissipated, and Marx has no plans to use it again. However, he still has a question to ask questions, so that Millie is also secretly puzzled.

However, what makes her feel sighed in relief is that Marx didn’t guide her to say something that she shouldn’t say the most.

For example, the detailed location of Boss is currently; for example, the specific task content of Asa.

Well, although she has almost finished all the experiences she has lived to now, I have to say it a lot… I know that even if it is asked by Asa or even Boss, she will never say it.

Even these things are actually mostly irrelevant pasts that’s all.

“Oh, no,” Marx said casually. “You can believe, you can… I am still here! I have stayed here to chat with you. Isn’t that the best proof?”

Millian squinted at the wall of the roadway, even if it was dirty and beautiful clothes did not care. She just glanced at Marx again, and then she never looked back.

“What are you leaving? I still want you to go quickly!” She was not mad.

Marx, who was also leaning against the brick wall, shook his head with a chuckle.

“May me go? Are you sure?” he raised his eyebrows. “If I leave now, there is only one place to go. Do you still expect me to go to the Werther family to guard the Mr. Asa?”

“You want to go there and go… No, don’t go!” Millian changed her mouth awkwardly, but the more she said, the more she felt wrong.

Logically speaking, Marx is the enemy of her and Asa.

But when Marx guessed that they had to win over the two families of Werther and Augustine to deal with themselves, they could still talk to her so carelessly, which made her quite puzzling.

Now, she actually said “not allowed to go” this kind of childish remarks that make people laugh.

“I, I mean… what do you mean?” Millian jerked her head again and looked at Marx as if she was angry and angry. “You neither killed my enemy nor killed the ground.” This heir of the Ding Family of Augustus, you don’t even go to Asaia–“

“I said,” Marx spread his hands and interrupted her. “Do you want me to destroy the actions of your companions?”

“I am asking you, what are you thinking about!” Millian suddenly bit her lip and couldn’t help it. “Or, you just want to humiliate me in this way!”

Her voice spread out in this uninhabited alley, and it has been passed to a deeper place than here. Obviously, her words are indeed a bit too loud.

“Hey—” Marx gestured for her to tap, but then smiled indifferent expression. “If you think I am humiliating you… well, I don’t mind if you think about it.”

Looking at Marx’s indifferent face, and the seemingly absent smile on his face, Millian couldn’t help feeling a bit disgusted. But in the next moment, she seemed to recall what it was like, and her face suddenly became subtle.

“It’s hard… you are sympathizing with my life?”

Probably Marx didn’t expect her to say such a sentence, and suddenly she stunned.

Yes, this Miss Millian’s life is indeed very sad, but why have there been such a sad and pitiful life in this world?

Not to mention others, Marx’s own destiny is tortuous and bizarre, even to Hogwarts, this road is also bumpy.

To make him sympathize with the lives of others, this is a bit harder.

However, at the moment of Marx’s view, this may be an excuse for being more convincing, isn’t it?

“I think you must have guessed more than once. Voldemort is the murderer who caused your parents to disappear.” He suddenly turned to think, and there was a faint pity in his eyes. “Before he was resurrected, you didn’t go.” Have you found him?”

“resurrection?”

Millian hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the strange look is like the first time I heard that this is the case.

“When? How can he–“

“Hey, you didn’t know?”

As far as Marx is concerned, this is a small surprise.

However, after a horror, Millie Anfu forced herself to calm down.

For her, the sadness of childhood has faded with the news that Voldemort died that year, even if it is now recalled, there is only a glimpse of the emptiness.

Yes, if she knows that Voldemort is still alive, she will try to avenge herself and her parents. But what tells her now is the obvious “enemy” of Marx.

Can the enemy’s words be believed?

She is not the inexplicable Marx McLorne in front of her. If she says something to the enemy, she will not believe it easily!

“Yes, I really don’t know,” Millian stared at Marx, her face indifferent. “But I don’t want to know.”

After saying this sentence, she seems to think a little, and then she is firmly convinced:

“Mr. MrLorne, I don’t need your sympathy.”

“Yes, I am in your hands today, which proves that I am far from powerful enough… But if you want to deceive me by this means, it will never succeed!”

“So, let me go, or… kill me now!”

Marx was very helpless in this remark, but he saw him straight up from the brick wall he was leaning against, patted his back and then walked over to Millian.

He also looked directly at the other person’s eyes, and the word stopped asked:

“What makes you think that I am the kind of person who is the kind of friction remark?”

This sentence, I really asked Millian.

To be honest, her understanding of Marx is just like what Marx knew about her not long ago, and it’s mostly something that floats on the surface.

The name of Marx is obviously much louder than her, but those are the impressions that others have formed on him. And is this public impression not all things that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Millian always believes that Marx McLorne is also like some people in this world. It is the kind of thing that carries the “benevolence of benevolence and banner”.

Or, at his age, can he make such a big name in the global magic circle?

In fact, there are always some people in the world who don’t want to speculate on others with the utmost maliciousness. The people who have the same ideas as Millian are actually quite a lot.

“I don’t care what kind of person you are,” she snorted lightly. “I am just performing the task, and you are my enemy. I will ask you – are you killing me or letting me go?” ”

Seeing that she finally started to make sense, Marx had to take a step back with an unclear smile.

“The time is almost the same,” he calculated the time, and then he looked up and continued. “Okay! Since you have to ask this question…”

“Then I will let you go!”