Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1211: Non-essential crimes

I don't know when it started raining in the fog.

The thin, faint rain fell to the ground without a trace under the haze, and then each splashed inconspicuously.

Of course, in London, a rain is obviously not uncommon.

It's strange, people in the rain.

Like the rain flowers splashing on the ground, there are still life-lives inconspicuously. They grew up in silence and flourished in silence, but now they wither suddenly in silence.

From this moment, some caring people may suddenly realize why Helbo's men were only targeting wizards, but turned a blind eye to the Muggles.

Because, this huge disaster that straddles the magical world and the Muggle world has not really kicked off until now!

"Sin, not enough... not enough."

The "collector" who was born in front of Helbo is silently walking through the streets with a group of walking corpses similar to him.

They...no, it's "them".

They are not at all powerful, and even because they are gradually dispersed, it is difficult to see whether they are affiliated, because if they only look at the appearance, the change is basically only the pair that has been completely black. Encroached eyes.

Perhaps it is only when they are shot that people can feel the great difference, because only the first one will use the dark and unidentified substance to take away the souls and lives of others.

But obviously, if you want to distinguish, you have to survive from them before it's possible. And these ordinary Muggles, no doubt they don't have this ability.

Unconsciously, the number of muggles in a certain corner of London began to gradually decrease without a sound.

……

"Okay, they are back! Get ready to remove the barrier, and others will follow me to resist the dark wizard... Remus, don't get in there. It's not easy to drive all the way, let's take a break!"

At the entrance of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Kingsley greeted everyone raising their wands, preparing to welcome Aberforth and Sirius who were responsible for leading away most of the dark wizards, and went out again to meet the enemy and attract firepower.

To be honest, it's not difficult to just go out for a while, after all, the wizards outside are crazy, but they are not strong enough to make the Auror and the black wizard strikers helpless.

Not to mention, the hardest one to deal with was already withdrawn after being injured by Aberforth.

Not long after, Kingsley gave an order, and the magic barrier disappeared instantly. At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his subordinates to knock away the enemies who were blocking the door, and forcefully pushed out an open space in front of the door like a Muggle bulldozer.

"Come here... Armor body... We are here, just go in!"

Kingsley let Aberforth and Sirius enter the door hurriedly while waving his wand to resist the curse—he knew that the two of them took more dark wizards around here, obviously not along the way. It will be easy.

A few minutes later, with the assistance of the two, they broke through the crowd and rushed into the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar. Kingsley then began to shrink the line of defense and then retreated.

When the barrier was raised again, an Auror and the striker instantly closed their hands, watching the curses that were still attacking outside turned into dazzling light particles in front of them.

"Remus, why did you come here? You should know about Maca going to St Mungo? You didn't go there to see the situation?"

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard Sirius go over to the bar and talk to Lupin.

"Why didn't you go?" Sirius asked, Lupin immediately said, "Not only did he go, but he was also helped by Makara when he got there..."

While talking, he looked at Aberforth who was still at the door, and then he said:

"I believe you also know... In order to come out and find someone to replenish your combat power, I temporarily handed over the intelligence booth on the'home' side to Dunge. But guess what? I'll go back late. But the guy sent a bunch of secret letters directly to Maca! When I went to St. Mungo, he was still reading one by one at the entrance of the hall!"

"Then you were pulled by him to sort out the information?" Sirius listened, and immediately patted his shoulder with a smile, "Isn't that what you should do? It's just a change of place. , What can I complain about!"

"I didn't want to complain, I was just following your words!" Lupin waved his hand and said, "Yes, I don't have much focus on the intelligence that I used to manage on Maca's side, but On my way to St. Mungo, I saw something worthy of attention with my own eyes."

Sirius saw his expression gradually becoming serious, and he couldn't help but say:

"What's the matter?"

"Well, wait a minute," Lupin said immediately to Kingsley and Aberforth, "Come here, everyone is here now, I have something to say-yes About Helbo."

After a few people got together, Lupin talked about the fact that a group of wizards were summoned by Helbo and Martin was burned to ashes by Helbo's fire.

Including that the face formed by the gray mist was scattered by Haierbo with a single blow. This incident shocked everyone present in almost every part.

Yes, even Aberforth, who doesn't seem to care much about anything, couldn't help but shook his head slightly after hearing it.

"So, that Martin was originally from Helbo..." Kingsley was only halfway through this, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and then turned, "I remember--this Martin, Was it the apprentice Helbo whom Maca had the little girl from Parkinson’s staring at?"

"Yes," Lupin nodded, "That's it."

"Who?"

Because only a handful of people know about Pansy’s spy, Sirius just happens to sit between these two few insiders.

Seeing him looking back and forth between himself and Kingsley with a puzzled look, Lupin was too lazy to explain too much in detail, so he thought about it and said casually:

"Anyway, that Martin is also one of Helbo's apprentices, and obviously... he has rebelled because of the woman named'Muriel'."

"Oh," Sirius immediately shrugged upon hearing the words, "This can only be said to be a pity."

Kingsley also followed with a little regret:

"It can be seen that even if some people make the wrong choice for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. And the source of the current errors is the'despicable Helbo'... in order not to The most important thing is to let more people take the initiative or forced to follow Martin’s wrong path and remove the root cause of Helbo as soon as possible."

……

It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing to get rid of Helbo. If it could be done, Maca would have done it long ago.

In fact, Maca has indeed done a lot of effort for this, and even "killed" the opponent many times over and over again.

Of course, even Maca knew it well, but that was just a futile effort. As long as Haierbo's Horcrux hadn't been destroyed, even if the only Horcrux had fallen into Maca's hands long ago, he would still be resurrected again and again.

Compared to the state of the Downs Demon, which is not even as good as a ghost after turning into a soul fragment, Helbo, who is proficient in the rules of the soul, is obviously much more difficult.

But by tonight, Haierbo's difficulty is obviously more than that-that is, the "collector" born through the ritual of demon summoning.

In a Muggle family, a man is lying on a bed with his wife. The two embraced and slept, both immersed in an unknown dreamland.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door, step by step from the corridor outside to the bedside of the young Muggle couple.

After that, a cold and merciless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Laziness, lust...big sin...contribute your sins."

The next moment, a sticky black substance instantly poured out of nowhere in front of the figure, turning into two slender but hard long thorns and piercing the two innocent muggle heads on the bed.

When the long thorns were quickly retracted, the Muggle couple in the bed twitched slightly. The figure just sucked lightly, then immediately turned around and floated away.

Only two bodies were still warm, and the surging blood smeared large patches of scarlet on the bed.

However, who wouldn't have a bit of the sin that the figure keeps talking about? With his momentum, I'm afraid everyone deserves to die last time, no one missed.

The more terrifying thing is that forty-one more "collectors" like him will be born!

Suddenly, a green light flashed in a room in another residential complex far away from the window. The intensity of the light, even if it is covered by thick curtains, still sees through the gaps between the top, bottom, left, and right.

There is no doubt that the killing is much more than this.

But it must be said ~IndoMTL.com~ Now that the fog that has enveloped the entire London has become an extremely effective cover.

If it is a normal night, the flashing green light can easily attract the attention of others, but it must be close enough to be vaguely seen tonight.

After a long time, the first cipher text message about the appearance of a suspected Killing Curse in a certain area finally came across the night sky to Mondungus in the Black House. When the note was sent to Kingsley again, no one knew how many helpless Muggles had already taken their precious lives...

"Come on! The second collector...Yes, I can feel that the second collector is about to be born...hurry up, hurry up! Hmm...hahaha..."

In the clearing behind Big Ben, in the dull gaze of the 41 "apprentices", Helbo's gradual and wanton laughter slowly echoed in the fog.

Death, perhaps will continue, no one knows where the **** end is hidden.

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