Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 186: Mysterious guest

In the darkness, a figure was swaying back and forth in the office of the potions professor, seeming to be rummaging for something.

Although the other party has paid attention, time is running out, and Snape's potion storage cabinet and material box are still being turned over in a mess.

"What are you looking for? Compound decoction?"

A voice rang abruptly from behind the desk behind the man, shaking him with fright.

"Avada Suo Ming!"

With the sound of "crash", a teacup was hit by a green light, and it turned into a dusty powder in midair with a bang. Behind the desk, a white hand waved casually to disperse the powder mist slightly.

"Batti Crouch Jr., isn't it?" The voice sounded again, calmly lazily, "Why, why didn't you come to me at Hogwarts? What do you hide?"

"Maca McLean..."

There was no light in the room, and the two of them were hiding in the dark, and they didn't even look at them.

"Hmph..." Little Batty smiled evilly, but he held his wand tighter. "As expected of the wizard that Lord Dark Lord often mentioned...Even Dumbledore didn't notice me. But you can stay here accurately..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you all ready?" Maca said in an impatient tone, "The Dark Lord should have told you the plan, but you can see, the first event It's all over... If I don't come to you, do you plan to do it alone?"

"This is what the Dark Lord meant...heh..." Little Batty grinned, her tongue stretched out like a snake and teased, "This plan is very important to Lord Dark Lord, can't Any mistakes...do you understand?"

"Who do you think you are talking to?"

In the darkness, a sharp invisible blade slid past Barty Crouch Jr's ear. He was startled first, and then shrank his head and touched his auricle, the late tingling sensation suddenly spread.

"You--" He lowered his voice and snarled angrily.

"I think I have to warn you first... If you dare to delay my plan, I will let you feel the soul magic that is more terrifying than the drill spell."

Before speaking, a black fog skull headed towards Barty Crouch Jr. at a very fast speed.

He couldn't understand why he could clearly "see" the same black skull in the dark. He only knew that the speed of the skull was surprisingly fast, and it appeared so suddenly that he had no time to avoid it.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a pain in his body that made him crazily.

The feeling is very similar to the pain when being punished by the drill by the master, but unlike the drill, the pain comes very quickly, as if the power of the drill is maximized all at once. .

He can even feel that his soul is being pushed out of the body by the black skull a little bit...

"Is this magic fascinating?"

Maca waved his magic wand, and the skull again turned into a black mist and dispersed. He still sat on the back chair behind his desk, and said in a gentle tone: "It's not like a heart-boring curse, and permanent soul damage will occur over time-as long as I control the intensity, it will continue until I The magic is exhausted."

"How about it, isn't it cool?" He paused, then said to himself, "I think it's cool anyway..."

Little Barty has no energy to speak, he half-kneeled on the cold floor, panting heavily, but his sanity was exceptionally clear.

"The compound decoction is on the bottom of the penultimate cabinet, the largest bottle..." Maca said suddenly, "Leave what should be left, take away what should be taken away, and where will it come from? Where are you going back."

"...I see."

Little Barty said weakly, and honestly picked up a potion bottle from the cabinet, then took out an envelope from his arms and placed it carefully on the desk.

"Then I will go first..."

Maca didn't make a sound, and Little Batty didn't care--now he just wanted to leave here as quickly as possible, leaving the guy in front of him who was as fearsome as the Dark Lord.

"That's right..."

Little Barty stiffened all over, half-opened his mouth and settled in place.

"From now on, in front of me, you are not allowed to stick out your tongue again," Maca's voice brought the laziness at the beginning, but what he said made Barty cold behind him, "If you stick it out again , I will keep your mouth open forever."

"...Yes."

He shut his mouth quickly, and left the office as if fleeing.

But Little Batty didn't know. Just as he closed the door, another person walked out gently from the interior of the office.

"Are you really planning to work with the mysterious man now?" A slick and frivolous voice suddenly sounded.

"What I did just now is what you are going to do." Maca didn't look back, he just spread his hands and said casually, "To be honest, I thought you would not respond to my invitation. After all, You know, the recent Hogwarts is very dangerous."

"I am more courageous now than before." The man smiled, "Moreover, there is a rare opportunity to show off my skills, I don't want to miss it!"

"I'm still wondering if you are so moisturized in the Muggle world that you don't want to return to the magic world..." Maca said relaxedly, "I heard that, you are now A Muggle Sir-this is rare among wizards."

"I can't mix with Muggles all the time, that's too boring..." He looked very proud, and said in a brisk tone, "I took advantage of this time to exercise my magic skills. Now. , I just need a wonderful adventure that is perilous!"

"Then it's up to you," Maca nodded, "Let's not mention your magic level, at least I can trust your acting skills... Take this, in the second event of the three finals. Before you start, get used to it!"

"What about you?"

Maca didn't say much, because there seemed to be some movement outside-the sound was a bit far from here, but it was very obvious in the silence of the night.

"You go first! Professor Snape will be back soon..." He waved his hand and said, "I have prepared the script for you. Then you only need to finish your play well. This The script is yours."

"No problem!"

The man patted his chest, and soon opened the door and left.

On the other side, on one of the stairs where the noise just made, Filch was yelling angrily.

"What are the noisy things doing here? Do you want to wake everyone in the castle? I must catch you, Pippi, I want to catch you, you...huh, what is this? "

Filch stopped.

Only a soft "click" was heard, it was the sound of the organs biting each other-Filch picked up a box, and he closed it.

"Box?" Filch whispered under the stairs, "My baby cat! This is a clue to the Triwizard Tournament! A warrior who belongs to the school...who is it?"

"Pippi!" Filch yelled joyfully, "You stole something!"

His horrible, saggy face and his violent light-colored eyes were staring upward. It was a dark, empty staircase.

"Hidden, didn't you?" He whispered, "I'm here to catch you, Pepy Ghost... you stole the clues to the Triwizard Tournament, Pepy Ghost... this time Dumbledore I won’t spare you lightly, you dirty, sneaky, and prankster..."

Filch began to climb the stairs, followed by his scrawny cat with dark gray fur.

That's Mrs. Loris, Filch's cat-it's very spiritual, and it's staring in front of Filch, as if he had found something.

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned around.

There was a person standing under the stairs...that was Snape. He is now wearing a gray shirt-style pajama, but he is still wearing a pair of muddy boots on his feet.

It's just that the trousers of his pajamas seem to be too long, making it difficult for people to see what shoes he is wearing.

"It's Pippi, Professor," Filch whispered viciously, "He threw this box down the stairs."

Snape walked upstairs quickly and stopped beside Filch.

"Pippy?" Snape said softly, staring at the box in Filch's hand, "This is Potter's..."

As he said, he squinted his eyes and looked around sharply, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Professor, did you come here for anything?"

"Of course not," Snape said sharply, "I just heard a bang and a scream--"

"Yes, Professor, that's the sound of the box falling--"

"I'll come and investigate--"

"——It was thrown by Pippi, Professor!"

Filch kept talking~IndoMTL.com~ which made Snape smack his tongue impatiently.

"Okay..." he said uncomfortably, "I'm going to the office, you can keep looking for it, if -"

Push, push, push...

An unpleasant wooden knocking made Snape stop talking abruptly.

Both he and Filch looked down at the stairs. Not long after, Mad-Eye Moody limped up. Moody wore his old travel cloak over the shirt-length pajamas, leaning on crutches as usual.

"Pyjama party, eh?" He said gruffly up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard some voices, professor," Filch said immediately, "It's a prankster, who throws things like usual--"

Moody moved another step towards the stairs, his magical eyes swept across Snape, and then, without a doubt, landed somewhere beside the stairs.

Suddenly, his mutilated eyebrows jumped slightly.