Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

鈥減eng!鈥?

A certain door suddenly collapsed by an invisible force.

Then, a familiar silhouette rushed in from the door and quickly observed it.

This is a very ordinary living room, not too much gorgeous decoration, but can see the hard work of its owner from a lot of clean and neat little details.

Of course, except for the toilet door at the deepest part of the living room.

It can be found that there are some messy daily necessities scattered there, which seem to have fallen from the cabinet next to them.

But to say that it is more interesting, it is the cordon that is pulled around the ground.

However, the man who rushed in from the door seemed to care less about the isolation cordline set up by the Scotland Yard. I saw that he only took a look at the glimpse, and soon he took another step and walked straight toward the stairs.

“鍜斿棐,鍜斿棐,鍜斿棐…”

A series of footsteps rang frequently on the wooden floor, and the police officers in the London Police Department who were supposed to stay here did not know where to go. At noon, no one was going to stop his trespassing. .

In a short time, he walked up to the second floor, and then turned to the right with the slightest hesitation, and after a few more steps, he reached out and twisted a door next to the corridor.

“Click.”

The door was not opened with a clearly identifiable spring-loading sound – the door was locked.

“Yes, who? Don’t come in!”

Hearing the horrified female voice in the house, the expression on the man’s face outside the door was like a little loose, not as tight as before.

“It’s me, Marx McLorne.”

After the opening complied, he did not wait any longer, but waved his hand and let the door open himself.

“Marx?”

“Well, madam…Delphi? She…”

Marx directed at the young woman who was coming to the side, nodded, and then asked, and walked around the bedroom without looking around.

However, he did not even finish the question, and soon saw the cute girl who seemed to have just woken up by his arrival in bed.

“Is it okay? Nothing is fine.”

Marx couldn’t help but be slightly relaxed, looking at the little girl child who looked at herself with sleepy eyes. After that, he returned to his eyes on Mrs. Fisher who had just stepped forward to herself.

“Are you okay?” He looked at the other person by the way, explaining in his mouth. “I heard that there was something wrong with your family… I am sorry, maybe it is scary to you.”

“Oh, no! Nothing–” Mrs. Fisher, who was at a loss, suddenly stepped forward. “I mean, it鈥檚 great to see you! I am… I am…”

She said, this is like a crying eyelid is even more red, the tears in the eyes can not stop to stay.

“…really, I really don’t know what to do.”

Seeing that she only stood there and kept sobbing, Marx could only comfort the sentence a few times.

Of course he knows what happened here.

In fact, when he turned to the name “Fisher” in the reports that Mundungus gave him, he had a bad feeling. After he swept the report from start to finish, the “missing: Delphi Fisher” made him unable to raise his eyebrows.

Yes, in the “missing case” that Mundungus said, the muggle family that had the Voldemort daughter was also listed.

Not long ago, this family that added a member because of Marx also had an accident.

On the surface, the cause of the incident is that Mr. Fisher鈥檚 parents came here to see their little granddaughter. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fisher had a quarrel with his parents that night because of some small things.

According to Marx, the relationship between Delphi鈥檚 鈥渇ather鈥?and his parents has not been very good, so in the end, this is actually a reasonable situation.

But no one expected that, the next morning, Mrs. Fisher woke up in bed but did not find her husband. When she went down to the living room on the first floor, she saw that the gentleman who was covered in dark red blood was sitting in the corner of the wall.

When she suddenly panicked, her eyes were slightly moved. The two old men fell to the side of their husbands so far, and the floor was full of horrible to see blood.

Mr. Fisher killed, and he killed his own biological parents!

After seeing the whole story, Marx quickly got up and left St. Mungo’s and went straight to the door of his foster little Delphi.

Because he was worried, what happened to Delphi?

In fact, even if Mundungus mentioned it, he said, “All the missing people are basically recovered afterwards.” But in this sentence, obviously there is no way to give him a reason to be reassured.

And don’t mention Delphi’s “real father”. For Marx, this child after all is innocent. What’s more, today’s child can grow up to the present and can be said to be his own decision.

Therefore, as in the current situation, it is time for him to take responsibility.

Fortunately, it seems that Mundungus鈥檚 inexplicable law seems to be quite accurate.

“Right, Mr. Fisher is now… was he arrested?”

Listening to Marx asking about her husband, Mrs. Fisher鈥檚 look was even more painful. While pouting and weeping, she nodded to affirm his statement.

“Reassure, you’ll be fine,” Marx patted her on the shoulder, but then shook her head again. “Well, I mean, at least your husband and wife will be fine… and of course, little Delphi.”

The palm of his hand on Mrs. Fisher’s shoulder was like magic power, but when he saw the other side, he stopped crying and his eyes followed.

And in the next second, she felt as if she had lost her strength, and she was softened.

After bringing Mrs. Fisher to the bed and lying down, Marx didn’t go to see the woman who was asleep, but turned to look at the little Delphi next to him.

“Yeah-“

Taking advantage of her, she slammed her hands to herself, and there was no point in her heart. Marx couldn鈥檛 help but hold her up.

“You are good, you have no heart, you haven’t seen your mother just crying like that?”

He didn’t say it was okay, the little Delphi in his arms just stared at him fiercely, but after he opened it, the little guy giggled.

Not far from the tear-stained face and the little girl’s smile back and forth, Marx is not jokingly secretly spit – this is not a family!

Of course, he picked up Little Delphi, mainly to check if there was any magic mark on her body. It is only obvious that he did not find any anomalies.

“Well…” A little bit of a sigh, Marx still bowed his head to Little Delphi. “No matter what, then you can’t stay here anymore – oh! I just want to send those children of Black’s old house. Going to France, you might as well go with them!”

After saying this, he stood up with the little guy, but the line of sight fell to Mrs. Fisher, who was still in a deep sleep.

“The words of your husband and wife… Want to settle in France?”

Marx asked as if he was talking to himself, but he immediately shook his head in the next second.

“Forget it, wait until you have confirmed your husband’s status first, then let’s talk about it!”

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A moment later, Marx was holding a small Delphi, quietly appearing at the door of Black’s old house.

The little guy stared at the big eyes and watched Marx wave his hand to let the old mansion appear from the middle of the two buildings, his eyes filled with surprises that seemed to be incomprehensible.

Unfortunately, this little girl is still very young, and these things may not be preserved in her memory in the future. Even if there is, then I am afraid it is like a dream and a dream.

Marx opened the door of the old house and didn’t go in. He saw Lena gently wiping the bust placed on the wall with a rag.

“hahaha… don’t rub it there, itchy…hahaha ha…”

“Mr. McLorne?”

When Lena鈥檚 eyes glared at the silhouette of the door, she stopped her movements and sighed at Marx.

The bust had no rags that had been licked in the back of his neck. It was finally like a relaxed, and the laughter that stopped the unstoppable gasps.

“This lady is… your daughter?”

“en?”

Marx subconsciously glanced at the little Delphi in his arms, and he looked up: “Is there something like that?”

Not to mention anything else, at least Tom Riddle’s appearance is quite handsome, and Marx asks himself that there is no such thing as a meal that can be eaten.

The little Delphi, who inherited the two handsome guys, Voldemort and Bellatrix, gave birth to a very cute little face.

As soon as I heard Lena say this, Marx is actually a little happy in my heart!

But who knows that Lena shook her head a little, very honestly:

“No.”

“Okay!” Marx shrugged, “Right, is Lupin there?”

When Marx asked, Lena no longer went to see the little Delphi in Marx’s arms, but turned and pointed to the deepest part of the front hall:

“Yes, Mr. Lupin is in the reception room and is sorting out the information he just sent today.”

“Okay,” Marx nodded and walked inside. By the way, he added a sentence. “Well, please help me get some food! I ran out today without lunch, just right.” I am a little hungry.”

Listening to Lena’s answer, “Send it to you soon,” he walked into the reception room with a small Delphi, and even saw Lupin, who was busy.

However, when Lupin looked up, he followed:

鈥淗ey? Hey… congratulations!鈥?/p>