Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1165: An angry ant

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I don't know when, a certain area in the black market suddenly appeared a kind of gray like dense fog, and it spread out little by little.

However, due to the lack of residents in the black market, no one noticed this situation for a while.

But in fact, even if someone perceives this, it's useless. Because this unknown strange haze can't be blown away or sucked away at all, and even seems to be an illusory existence.

Fortunately, this gray fog does not seem to harm the creatures. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and apart from causing extremely low visibility in the shrouded area, it seems to have no other negative effects.

In the middle of the fog that has been expanding over time, an unremarkable dilapidated house stands quietly in a corner of the street, it seems that there is nothing special...

Oh, all right!

In this kind of gray environment, wanting to see the whole picture of this ruined house...probably it is already impossible to do.

"Muriel! Muriel, wake up... Open your eyes and look at me! Muriel..."

A faint call rang out from the second floor of the house. Without a doubt, it was Martin's voice. Looking at this situation, Muriel still failed to support Pansy's return after all.

"Damn...who is it...who made her like this! And what the **** is this inexplicable mist...?"

Martin gritted his teeth and growled, almost unable to control his emotions. But no matter what he did, there was no way to make Muriel get better from his current state.

It can be seen that Muriel's eyes, who was lying on the bed at this moment, have completely lost their look. Because the fog around her was so dense, Martin had to be very close to her to barely see her now.

In fact, these unknown mists are constantly released from her body.

Martin remembers that about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no reaction to the surrounding movement, and the whole person was in a state of absent-mindedness.

Suddenly, Martin saw the gray entangled air spreading from her slightly opened mouth and nose with her breathing.

The mist seems to be slightly heavier than the air. They don't float upward, but roll and sink like cold air to the ground.

The gray mist was spreading very fast, and when Martin was still at a loss, the floor in this bedroom was completely invisible.

Martin is naturally very anxious about this, but he is also worried about whether this fog is harmful to him. With Muriel already unconscious, he knew that at least he could never have any more accidents.

At that moment, even though the mist in the room had already passed over his insteps, he decided to avoid it first and check his body for any abnormalities.

But Martin soon discovered that there was no problem with the fog-even after he inadvertently inhaled a little, nothing unexpected happened.

It's a pity that he alone is fine, but he can't change the worsening situation in front of him.

Unconsciously, the mist had already poured down the corridors and stairs downstairs, and began to leak out from the gaps in the doors and windows to the outside of the house.

"Why...why do you want to do this to Muriel...who is it? Will it be the Ministry of Magic? Or the McLean...yes, it must be McLean..."

In the mist, Martin held Muriel's hand tightly, but could only feel the coldness of her palm.

He whispered softly, and finally couldn't help but growl again:

"McLean! I confessed my mistake, can't I surrender if I lose? It's my own fault, and I want to follow Helbo to deal with you... McLean! Come out! I know what I learned from Helbo I tell you everything!"

"Of course...I have to say, I don't care about it." Suddenly, a voice that made Martin tremble suddenly sounded in the fog in the room, "Because... you have nothing but everything. I don’t know."

"Sea——"

At that moment, Martin, who was lying beside the bed, froze, and the hand he held Muriel shook slightly.

"No...Teacher?"

After a moment of dead silence, Martin slowly turned his head-the fear from the bottom of his heart made his joints all seem to be rusted, and the motion of turning his head sideways literally lasted for several seconds. Time barely finished.

However, the dense fog made him unable to see where Helbo was... he was not even sure whether Helbo was in this bedroom right now.

But at the next moment, accompanied by a few slight footsteps, the familiar and unfamiliar figure suddenly showed a silhouette out of the mist.

"Stop calling me'teacher', I don't have a hobby of collecting betrayers."

Halpo didn't go to see Martin, he just said casually, while gently dropping his gaze on Muriel on the bed.

As far as Martin knows, standing at the end of the bed is no longer able to see Muriel's appearance, but Helbo's eyes seem to be able to perceive everything, and the fog can't hinder him at all.

"Also," Helbo looked at Muriel, who was still releasing the gray mist, and said indifferently, "Don't you blame McLean... for making this little girl like this. People, no matter how you think they can’t be him, right?"

Martin didn't speak, he just stared at the faintly discernible outline in the mist, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Since Helbo said so, how could he not think about him?

But when he thinks that it was Helbo who had dealt with Muriel, Martin became more and more unbelievable-would it be any good for Helbo to do so?

However, when Martin was extremely confused, Helbo suddenly chuckled.

"Why, do you want to blame this on me again?" He said lightly, "Of course, I don't mind you thinking that way... But unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence, at least! In my opinion, it doesn’t matter who gets my gift—"

Speaking of this, Helbo, who had never seen Martin even a glance, finally turned his head slightly.

"Just like you apprentices, whoever I accept is the same, anyway...you children, sooner or later, you will have a ‘new self’."

In Martin's increasingly bewildered sight, Helbo sighed again to himself, and then murmured softly as if talking to himself.

"...It's fast, it's really fast...Soon, you will be with me and get a fresh start. And I believe that no one will bother me this time."

After a slight pause, Helbo finally added:

"After all, in this day and age, not to mention Merlin, even Rowena and Salazar have already turned into dust... How could it be blocked by McLean, whose weakness is as obvious as Godric? How am I going?"

Before he could say anything, he ignored Martin's plan, and suddenly waved with one hand.

I saw Muriel, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly showing a layer of subtle spatial fluctuations. And then, Martin only felt his hands empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the gray mist that seemed endless, still tossing out uninterruptedly, as if Muriel was still lying in the same place, never leaving from beginning to end.

"Muriel!"

Before the beloved girl disappeared, Martin's heart was still suppressed by fear, and there was no will to resist at all. Although he knew that Haierbo must have appeared for a reason, and it was very likely that he came for Muriel, he still didn't dare to move.

Until the moment when his palm suddenly fell empty finally came, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty at the same time.

"Halpo! Give Muriel back to me—"

Amidst the shaking of his mind, the courage that did not know where it came from made Martin suddenly drew out the magic wand that accompanied him when he was a child.

"Avada Suo Ming!"

A green light burst out silently in the vast gray fog, pierced through the fog quickly, and then hit the bedroom wall heavily. The deadly curse instantly blasted a hole in the wall panel, and debris flew across for a while.

But since the life-demanding curse finally hit the wall, it naturally means that Helbo is safe and sound.

"Huh, life spell...Do you think this modern magic that violates the rules of death might threaten me?" Helbo sneered, but then shook his head again, "Oh, maybe it will. ! But the premise is that you have to use it on me before McLean, maybe there are so few possibilities!"

After saying this, Helbo seemed to lose his interest, and suddenly he took a step back, completely immersed in the thick fog around him and disappeared.

"Stop!"

Martin gritted his teeth and ran a few steps in the direction of Helbo's disappearance with his wand tightly, but soon he accidentally slammed into the wall of the room.

He whispered, he fell to the root of the wall, but he managed to resist the pain and climbed up again.

"Haierbo--"

The other party left ~IndoMTL.com~ After sending Muriel to the unknown, he didn't mean to stay anymore.

It can be seen that Helbo probably never cared about Martin as an "ant", and even the idea of ​​crushing him to death did not exist.

After staggering and running around like crazy in this bedroom, Martin finally seemed to lose his strength and fell to the floor in a daze.

It took a long while to hear him whisper to himself like a dream. Just looking at his desperate appearance, it was almost no different from the previous Muriel.

"...Hailbo."

In that tone, hatred has long been lost, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.

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