Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 322: Night visit of Ms. Saint Guina

()Night has quietly fallen unknowingly, and the lights in Georgi’s bar have been inadvertently lit. Probably because there are only two bars here, at night, the place becomes full of voices.

Regardless of whether the drinkers knew or did not know, anyone who drank a few more glasses let go of the remaining restraint in their hearts and started talking to each other.

Hagrid, who was still a little unpleasant just now, quickly forgot what had happened after a few glasses of wine, and talked with another local wizard who could not even speak English.

Even if the two of them didn't know what the other was talking about, it didn't affect their congeniality at all, and the atmosphere seemed pretty good.

Ms. Maxim seemed to be unable to relieve herself of her unacceptable apology. When Maca was chatting with each other casually, she would glance over there from time to time.

Actually, Maca had noticed it a long time ago, but he really didn't think there was any need to hold on to it--the other party obviously didn't care about it, did he?

What he wants to do most right now is naturally to talk a few more words with the lady opposite.

"...I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"

When he said this, Maca's gaze fell on the wine glass beside him, and the curiosity implied in the words did not conceal much.

When the other party heard the words, he unconcernedly picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

"I can't answer this question." Her bright red tongue protruded slightly, and she licked her upper lip lightly, as if savoring the fragrance remaining between her teeth, "If I say it is'sweet' 'Then how do you know that the'sweet' in my mouth is not the'bitter' in your mouth?"

While speaking, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of her right hand, gently swiped the edge of the cup she had drunk, and then pushed the wine glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why not try it?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Maca always felt that she was a little bit naughty when she said this.

Maca wasn't welcome, he reached out and picked up the wine glass with interest, and shook it in front of his own eyes. In the translucent glass goblet, some dark red wine has a thin layer of viscosity hanging on the wall of the glass.

When he got to the edge of the cup and sniffed it lightly, a rather strong smell of rust mixed with the light scent of rum immediately filled his nose, which made him completely dispel the thought of having a taste.

He smiled, pushed the wine glass back intact, and shook his head by the way.

"As far as I know, the'sweet' in your mouth and the'sweet' in my mouth are actually a kind of taste." Maca thought for a moment, and suddenly the topic changed, "Want to have some dessert? I’m a treat."

"It’s not a good idea to let a beautiful lady eat dessert in the evening?" The other man raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, I can’t tell, you still know'we' quite well." Well... you are right, except for this--" She lifted the glass and gestured, "The other flavors are the same as those in your mouth, just simple--"

"...Not interested?" Maca guessed.

"Yes...Let's say so!" She nodded slightly, "Although it tastes good, but there is not much desire to taste."

"Because the body has no corresponding needs...?" Maca muttered to herself thoughtfully.

Because organisms need food to continue their lives, they will evolve the desire to export their stomachs-this is the most direct cause and effect. As for the "taste" of food, it is at best a kind of "bait" to lure organisms to prey.

This is true for the "human" Maca, and the same is true for the "one" in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking of this, Maca became more and more interested.

"Perhaps, there is still some unexpected connection between'us'!" His eyes were fixed on each other, but the focus seemed to fall on the whole group behind her, "I don’t know if I’m lucky enough to be able to Do you know your name,'beautiful lady'?"

"What can't it?" She sat up a little bit, and temporarily placed the hand supporting her chin on the table, "Nice Ryan St. Guena--but remember, brother."

……

After that, Maca did not continue to chat with the lady of St. Guena, but took advantage of the trend to stand up and say something separately, and then returned to the round table where Mrs. Maxim was.

After a few people ordered some food and ate them quickly, they went to rest in the lodging house attached to the back of the bar.

Originally, when Maca and Hagrid came here to book a room, Hagrid planned to book only two rooms, but under Maca's insistence, they finally booked three rooms.

When Maca heard the thunderous snoring sound from next door soon, he couldn't help but sighed with a wry smile.

"I thought I had expected it, but Hagrid was underestimated in the end!" He thought to himself.

But just as he was about to set up a silencer in the room, the hand holding the wand couldn't help but pause, and then put it back into the sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled up his sleeve and looked at the black marks on his forearms for a moment.

That is the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black energy, there are also some magic powers that have been invaded by the black energy and have not been completely cleaned up.

To this day, those magical powers have been assimilated by the black qi, in other words, most of the lost magical powers cannot be recovered.

Fortunately, that is only a small part, and it has little effect on Maca. It's just that although he blocked this part of the black energy together with the contaminated magic power with runes, it was still a hidden danger in the end.

At least he wouldn't want to meet Voldemort again until the method of getting rid of it completely.

Even if he didn't think that Voldemort could control this part of the black energy sealed by the runes, as long as there was a possibility, he would not take such unnecessary risks.

It's just that what makes him a little weird is that he didn't feel any malice in this black air. Don't talk about malice, even the "negative energy" that all black magic must have, there is not a trace of it in this black energy.

As far as the characteristics of the Bewitching Monument are concerned, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just when Maca thought of the little magic power he had lost because of the curse, there was a slight knock on the door of the guest room. In the loud snoring of Hagrid next door, even Maca almost didn't hear it.

He pulled up his sleeves again to flatten them, straightened his collar slightly, and then turned and walked towards the door.

"Oh—good evening, Ms. St. Guena." The person here was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a while in the bar in front.

To be honest, Maca really didn't expect her to come.

"Little brother, sister, I miss you too!"

Before she waited for Maca's invitation, she stretched out her hand and pushed gently on Maca's chest, and walked into the room on her own.

Maca shrugged, smiled disapprovingly, and closed the door easily.

"Ms. St. Guena, don’t know what’s going on during the night visit?" He walked in and said habitually, "What do I need to drink—"

He stopped halfway through the conversation.

"...Oh, sorry," he looked back at the other party with a smile, he waved his hand, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink."

"Really?"

Ms. Saint Guina said, winking meaningfully at Maca.

"Of course, of course," Maca smiled and walked to the table in the room, and then reached out and took it in his waist. "If you want to try it, I actually have a lot of varieties here..."

He said in his mouth, but his subordinates kept on. It didn't take long for a lot of potion bottles, large and small, to be placed on the table.

"Dragon, giant monster, mermaid... Oh, this is not an empty bottle, this is an invisible beast. I have only encountered it once. Don't drink it all... By the way, here There is also a bottle of basilisk, I believe you will be very interested..."

Maca bottle and bottle are as precious as many treasures. Seriously, these are all his inventory. At least half of them are not necessarily available for others to buy.

"Oh? There are even basilisks?" Ms. Saint Guena gave a sweet smile, and it seemed that the better at night, her mental head would be better, "Well... this smells very refreshing..."

However, she just smelled it, and soon put the bottle in her hand back on the table.

"I'm making you bother, little brother...but sister, I'm picky about food!"

This sounds a bit unkind, but Maca thought of a possibility.

"Speaking of it, your last name seems familiar..." Maca raised his head and said, "Is it the'St. Guena'?"

"You remember well..." Ms. Saint Guina said, suddenly leaning against Maca, and her slender fingertips lightly swiped between Maca's neck.

"How about~IndoMTL.com~Do you want to be my first "male"?" She leaned in Maca's ear, winking like silk.

"Even if you are a vampire, you can't live that long..." Maca smiled and gently pushed her away, "Or you want to tell me that soaking a girl's blood can really allow the vampire to continue his life. Anti-aging?"

That’s right, the lady in front of St. Guena is a complete vampire.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Saint Guena took a moment to step back, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Immortality is not the patent of those wizards. It is spread in the Muggle world. The story and legend that vampires can live forever!"

Maca didn't argue with her, but sat down on the chair by the table and motioned behind him again.

"Please sit down! I think...night may be your active time, but I still need to sleep for a while!"

Speaking, he softly repeated the original question again: "I don't know if you are looking for me, is there anything wrong?"