Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2415: Lone walker like an abandoned child

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"...The Stewart family, the foundation of the American Ifamoni school that has been standing for so many years. Although the establishment of Yifanoni back then, it was mainly because of the Irish immigrant witch Isolt Say Yeah, the school that has survived to this day is still her Muggle husband, James Stewart-the Stewart family... Or the unique wand produced by the "Stone Mason Workshop" is Iphamonia A batch of new-born standard equipment, and magic wands are rarely replaced by wizards for no reason... You also bring these magic wands to your master. With his ability, I think I should be able to see some of it. There is a problem."

In the room, Sarah said this, and pointed at the table next to her. On the tabletop, about ten or so wands that are still intact are piled there in a mess, like a pile of useless firewood.

The deformed "lady" who was following her silently stepped forward, and after Yiyan swept the wands into the empty dining basket hanging on her arms, Sarah walked forward again. A few steps, came to the pile of shattered corpses in the middle of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the pool of half-solidified black and red blood around the corpse pile, she was not moved at all, obviously not caring about this filth.

She leaned slightly, stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and then pulled up an intact head, then turned around and handed it to the opponent behind her.

"But the most problematic in this team is this person—his name is'Munster Jonkel', a wand maker specially hired by the Stewart Family Research Institute, before joining the research institute , His reputation in the American magical world is not small. Because his strength is also quite good, I think he should be the leader of this team... However, after inspecting his body, I found that he was controlled by others. —— Maybe it’s the Imperius Curse, or at least it’s similar soul magic. Your master is better at it than I am, so I won’t say more."

While Sarah was talking, the other party had already taken the head in her hand and put it in the food basket at hand. But for these words of Sarah, the other party was as silent and dumb as usual, and never interposed a word from the beginning to the end, which made people suspect that she was a mute in a living corpse.

Of course, Sarah is naturally not curious about whether the other party is dumb or not. After finishing this series of things, she waved her hand at will:

"Okay, I have already told you what I know, and I have given you the most suspicious clues I checked out. When I am free, I will take away the corpses you piled up here again, remember Clean the floor for me too, that's it."

After all, Sarah didn't have much to say, she turned around and walked outside the door first, and soon left alone, seemingly not minding leaving the other person in her room alone.

And soon, the living corpse lady also walked out of the house and went straight down the corridor to the direction of the stairs. Before leaving, he hadn't forgotten to close the door of Sarah's room.

Not long after, in Ron's room, Sarah, who had just sat down and picked up the fork, suddenly heard a series of footsteps in the hallway outside from left to right, and she couldn't help but pause slightly.

It seems that her heart is actually not as indifferent as she had shown in front of the other party before.

"Miss Hornheim?"

"It's okay, don't worry about her, hurry up and eat!"

"Uh...oh."

……

What kind of consideration Sarah has in mind, others naturally cannot know...At least with Ron’s wisdom, it is probably impossible to guess;

On the other hand, if you want to say what John is thinking at this time, no one else will know. But this is not because of his deep thoughts, it is because...At least so far, no one cares about his thoughts.

However, John, who is not cared about by others, can be regarded as an elite among modern wizards after all. He seems to be very unreliable on weekdays. He also has his own reservedness and sense of responsibility. At the same time, he also came here with a mission.

Regardless of whether others are paying attention or not, he himself obviously has his own goals and goals.

"Does anyone really care what I am doing?"

John’s muttering is not without reason. Because when he said this secretly, the tip of his wand was pressing on a strange gemstone. As long as he read the spell, the palace would immediately be completely enveloped by a powerful curse magic.

He didn’t dare to say that this kind of curse would definitely pose a threat to the living corpses here—especially the mysterious "master"—however he thinks, at least there should be some Due influence.

However, until now, he hasn't seen anyone showing up to stop him!

After a while, John had to gently remove his wand, and then he leaned back heavily into the soft sofa behind him.

This is already the greatest level of temptation he can make at the moment. If this is not enough, is it necessary for him to really recite the spell and release some substantial magical fluctuations? No, then it is not a "temptation" at all, but forcibly provoking and seeking death by oneself!

"Hiss..." John leaning on the sofa couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then regained his usual sluggishness, muttering to himself vaguely, "Well, maybe... That’s fine too."

Since he really doesn't seem to be taken seriously by the living corpses here, doesn't it mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will?

Seriously~IndoMTL.com~ I started this trial after returning to the room just now. In fact, he was a little worried since the moment he made the decision. He would never take this risk a second time!

It's a pity that I want to return, but the truth is cruel. In fact, since he stepped into the disaster area in Britain today, taking risks has become his only companion.

"Hey--"

He sighed, and after taking a short rest, John got up from the sofa again, reached out and put away the gem on the coffee table in front of him, and lifted the cup from the back to pour the previously poured out. The warm boiled water lifted his neck and drank it.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his leg and walked back to the door.

"Just now she said that another member of her clan would come in the city...should I go and see?" As he said to himself, John walked away in the corridor outside the door.

In this Buckingham Palace, which he is completely unfamiliar with.

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