Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 409: Self-investing in the net?
() "...There used to be a weird old man who lived here before. He is an herbalist, but he doesn't seem to be very famous-at least I have never heard his name anywhere else."
"He never married a wife and had children in his entire life. He dedicated his whole life to the poisonous tentacles, um... and finally died under the thorns and venom of the poisonous tentacles."
On the Hudson River, there is an old house that Muggles can’t see.
Last night, the sisters Leo Livi and Abigail took the Apparition of Sirius to the neighborhood and came to this clean but empty house.
The scenery here is wonderful, the green grass and the fragrance of the earth are everywhere, and you can see the gleaming river not far away. Except that the wind on this small **** is a bit stronger, there is really nothing wrong with it.
Behind this old house, there was a small garden surrounded by a wooden fence by the original owner, but it was not taken care of all the year round, and it had been filled with weeds.
"Now, in the garden behind that--" Olivia sat by the window of the room, enjoying the rising sun, and said leisurely, "There used to be Full of poisonous tentacles, no one dare to go in!"
"...really?"
Sirius was lying half-sit on the bed, leaning on the pillow and squinting his eyes slightly to avoid the glare of sunlight outside the window.
"Yes!" Olivia said while sitting on a chair, swaying her body, "I was still studying in Ifamoni, and I hadn't learned the poisonous tentacles! For this, I went to the library to check it out. A lot of information...It turns out that the leaves of the poisonous tentacles are precious! Each piece is worth 35 Dargot!"
"Oh, that's really expensive." Sirius said casually.
The 35 Zhuo pots in the North American magical world are equivalent to 10 golden gallons in the British magical world-that is indeed quite expensive, but Sirius is not very interested in the topic of poisonous tentacles right now.
Midnight passed, and the sky was already bright, but his physical condition did not improve at all. Although he used the curse excessively during his flight, and once suffered an attack from the black mist, he still wouldn't be what he is now.
Olivia had already fed him potions, and most of his injuries were getting better, but he still couldn't perform half of the spell—the ability to float a feather was gone.
The anxiety in his heart can hardly be concealed when he thinks that there is still a very urgent thing to do.
Early this morning, in fact, not long ago, Sirius asked Abigail to send him a letter.
She was actually a very kind and good girl. Although she said unforgiving things last night, she helped him take out the robe later.
But unfortunately, the outer robe hasn't been used for real use yet, and it actually ran into an enemy.
"...It's pretty good to escape smoothly."
Thinking of this, Sirius couldn't help but shook his head.
At that time, when he himself was chased and killed, he deeply realized the power of the weird black fog. He was forced to apparate only a short distance, and could not concentrate on appearing to a farther place.
The speed is fast, the resistance to spells is high, and the destructive power is surprisingly strong. That kind of incomprehensible thing can't be dealt with by just one or two wizards—even the Auror of the Ministry of Magic.
So when Abigail came upstairs to inform that there were enemies, he immediately asked them to launch a long-range Apparition to escape there.
It seems that his choice is correct. At least he didn't let these two girls get hurt, this is the best proof.
"...The poisonous tentacles are very aggressive. They are their seeds. If they are left still, they will rattle themselves!"
Olivia is still talking about poisonous tentacles on her own, as if she would never get bored by singing a one-man show.
"Oh, is it?" Sirius forced himself to wait patiently.
To be honest, this was the first time he felt that his strength was really insufficient. In the past, even if he faced a few Death Eaters directly, he could always retain the leeway to evacuate, far from being as embarrassed as this time.
"Later, whenever I was on vacation, I would often come here with Abby for a few days..."
Olivia leaned against the window, bathed in the warm sunshine, gently talking about something. Seeing her pure smile, the depression in Sirius's heart seemed a little calmer.
……
On the other side, Abigail has returned to Jackson Square, and she is now filling out the shipping form at the Owl Post Office.
Yes, the North American magical world also uses owls to deliver letters, as it has always been.
Actually, she shouldn't have done the delivery of the letter today, because she was seen clearly by a "bad guy" last night.
But if I leave this to my sister, that will be the biggest disaster-no one knows Olivia's unreliability better than her sister!
So, although she still has anxiety in her heart, since she herself has accepted the entrustment of delivering the letter, she must handle it for others.
Judging from the situation last night, that man shouldn't be a bad guy.
"...but I still have to go back as soon as possible!" Abigail murmured softly while filling out the slip.
Of course, she is not only worried that she will meet the bad guy last night, but also worried about the situation where her sister and the man are alone.
Thinking about it this way, the nib in Abigail's hand suddenly slowed down.
"No, or to say... Actually, I shouldn't worry about them?" she thought, tilting her head.
Speaking of which, Abigail and her sister are a lot of age difference! By now, Olivia is no longer young, and it's time to find a man to marry and have a few children or something.
It's not that no one likes my sister, in fact, Olivia has always had no lack of suitors by her side. But because of her character, none of them managed to catch her in the end.
For a long time, those men gave up long ago, and they both got married and started their own businesses, and Olivia finally became one of the brightest leftover women in the American magical world.
"Leave aside the troubles of that man, at least it still looks quite flavorful..." Abigail held his chin in consideration, "Um...no, no, the premise is out!"
In the counter of the post office, the clerk who received the mail looked at Abigail expressionlessly, and the postmark stamp in his hand was dripping with ink.
"Ah—" Abigail recovered suddenly and smiled embarrassedly, "It will be done soon! It will be done soon!"
Hurrying up the shipping form, she checked it again and handed it to the counter clerk in a hurry. I saw that the other party stamped the postmark without hesitation, and then threw it into the letter basket behind him, which was considered temporarily finished.
After delivering the letter to the post office, Abigail quickly walked out of the post office lobby. She stood on the steps of the hall door hesitating for a moment, and finally gave up the plan to go home and take a look.
Anyway, the business trip must be postponed, so leave your luggage at home for the time being! She was about to Apparate and leave here, but she suddenly felt cold behind her back, and then she found that she couldn't move her whole body.
"Sorry, this beautiful lady...please come with me!"
A very gentle voice sounded behind her, and then she felt nothing but a blank in her mind, and an unparalleled sense of happiness suddenly rose in her heart.
"Follow me."
It was that voice again, but this time it sounded in her heart. That voice seemed to have some irresistible magic power, which made her want to obey it involuntarily.
No, or rather, she didn't want to resist at all. Because she felt that she was happiest only if she obeyed that order.
Immediately, Abigail turned around, followed a young wizard in an exquisite wizard robe, and walked away slowly in a certain direction, step by step.
This young wizard is naturally Maca. When he left Jackson Square to follow Joshua last night, he did not retrieve all the eight-eyed giant spiders that were scattered out to search. Unexpectedly, when he brought the group of children back here early this morning, he got a rather occasional piece of good news from a little guy.
In the post office, a witch with the breath of Sirius appeared on her body.
According to Maca’s understanding of arachnids, spiders’ sense of smell is definitely not a keen sense of smell, whether it is in the magical or ordinary biological world. The harvest this time can only be said to be a coincidence.
Just now, when Maca saw the little girl directly, he finally confirmed that there was no deviation in this coincidence.
Last night he saw only one of the two wizards clearly, and he ran away for her too. How could she have thought that she would dare to show up here today?
Maca, who has always had doubts about "luck" this time, really wanted to say lucky this time.
He took Abigail, who had been hit by his Imperius Curse, and walked down the street to the West End. As the number of pedestrians around them gradually decreased, it didn't take long for them to come to the inconspicuous shed.
This is the place Joshua proposed~IndoMTL.com~ for the temporary placement of those children. After all, there are those treasured eight-eyed giant spiders of Maca patrolling and monitoring around Jackson Square. The degree of safety is naturally higher than that of other places.
"Squeaky--"
Maca opened the door and walked into the shed. There were more than ten children sitting or lying down in the small space, which made it seem a bit crowded.
He walked inside the door, then stepped aside to the side. Behind him, Abigail looked dazed, she saw her walking a few steps forward with straight eyes, and then she stood at the door blankly.
Maca waved his hand casually, and the door of the shed closed again with a "creak".
"Are you all hungry? Eat something first--"
He took out the staff and pointed it towards the round table in the middle. A large bread basket appeared out of thin air on it, filled with all kinds of freshly baked bread.
Beside the basket, several pots were steaming hot, and a wonderful scent of milk wafted from the mouth of the pot, filling the whole house.