Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 404: The Silent One and the Mark of the Deathly Hallows
()In a seemingly inconspicuous shack on the west side of Jackson Trade Plaza.
Probably to prevent people from seeing the light, the only two windows in the house were also tightly covered by curtains. Even so, only a faintly flamed oil lamp was lit in the shed.
The faint light can't disperse the darkness, making this room look gloomy.
At a small round table lightly illuminated by oil lamps, sat two plain-looking men and a woman. The two seem to be in their early twenties, and at most they will not be more than 30 years old. It stands to reason that they should be at the age of activeness in stability.
But somehow, even though they were talking, their tone of voice was faintly gloomy.
"...what to do? No target can be found everywhere, shall we...should we ‘go home’ and report the situation to the owner?" The woman said softly, looking a little uneasy.
"No, we can’t just go back like this...and look again...and look again..." Although the man seems to be older, he appears more shy and fearful than the woman, "Otherwise the master will take it again. Whip our...no...never..."
When the woman heard the word "whip", she was shocked and habitually bit her nails. For a while, there was an unpleasant "quack quack" sound from the quiet shed.
"...Where shall we... look for?" After a while, the woman withdrew her finger and said to herself, "Mike and they haven't come back... Could they also meet the horrible one? Spider?"
"No, no...Aren't we also running away?" The man shook his head vigorously, "Although the big spider is very powerful, there is no way to make us completely immobile... Give up some of the power or escape. Got it."
"Then why... why didn't they come?" The woman took a deep breath, and then began to bite her nails again.
Because of her habit of relieving mental stress, her nails have been pitted. Not only that, almost every fingertip is covered with new wounds and old wounds, which look terrible.
"Let’s look for it again...anywhere..." the man said with a neck curled, "can’t stay here and wait anymore, as soon as it’s noon tomorrow, we have to go back...and look for it again. Look for... and look for..."
"Wait a little longer..." The woman suddenly covered her chest, and a little cold sweat oozes from her forehead, "The time is almost here..."
"Ah...um..." The man subconsciously touched his chest as she said, then nodded silently.
In the dimness of the shack, the couple became quiet again. Only the "quack quack" of the woman chewing her nails from time to time was still echoing inside.
Time is passing bit by bit. They haven't completed the task yet, but now they can only shrink on the stool and tremble slightly as if waiting to die.
New York time, three o'clock in the morning.
The two people who were waiting silently with their eyes closed, suddenly their muscles tightened suddenly, and they pressed their chests almost at the same time.
Their countenances gradually became distorted, their mouths gritted their teeth and let out a series of depressive roars, and their breathing became short and heavy.
If you look closely, you may be able to see that under the faint light, every part of their foreheads, backs of hands, and necks, where the skin is exposed, is bruised. Their sweat slid down their cheeks to their chins, and then dripped drop by drop.
They seem to be enduring extreme pain!
But even so, they still dare not scream too much. They are constantly restraining themselves, just to not reveal where they are hiding.
Because they know that if they are accidentally exposed, there will be endless punishment waiting for them. For them, the master's whip is ten thousand times more terrifying than this timed pain!
Ten minutes later, the two of them collapsed weakly on the dusty and dirty ground, but they didn't care. They were just thinking-there are only nine hours left before noon tomorrow!
Just after a while, they immediately got up and took off their head coverings from the shelf beside them. After fastening the cloak, they blew out the oil lamp and walked quickly to the door of the shed.
"I'm going to the north and east districts, you search here first, and then go to the south district--" The woman roughly allocated the search range, and then they started to split up.
……
On the other side, Maca, who was also searching for Sirius, had already sent out all the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders that remained with him.
And he is not idle himself, but is doing house-to-house search with those little guys.
However, when he transformed into an Animagus form of a hummingbird and jumped out of the chimney of one house, he did not continue to fly to another house as before, but stayed in mid-air. It took a few seconds.
After that, he rushed straight in a certain direction without hesitation.
In an alley not far from the house just now, he saw a figure covered in a cloak, running sneakily to the other side of the alley.
He was familiar with the magical reaction of that figure, but although he was familiar, he almost missed it.
That kind of weirdly weak wave of magic power is too concealed! If he hadn't been paying attention since just now, maybe he would really let the other party slip past under his nose.
After following for a while in the form of Animagus, Maca quietly landed on the roof of a house and changed into a human form again. Immediately afterwards, he cast a phantom spell on himself, and then quickly chased after him.
He still doesn't know how to change the silent man in the black mist form back into a human form, so he can only use a sneak attack while the opponent hasn't noticed, and start first.
The man didn't run fast, he hurried a few steps and immediately caught up with him, and decisively threw a very powerful whole body restraint curse at the man.
The spell came into effect, and the opponent fell into the gloomy alley without saying a word even though he was stiff, there was no time to react at all.
"...When it hasn't turned into black mist, is the resistance to spells the same as ordinary people?" Maca walked forward quickly, turning the man lying on the ground over, Lifted the opponent's hood, "...female?"
The woman couldn't even move a finger under the effect of the whole body restraint curse, only the pair of eyes could move around. Maca didn't hesitate anymore, Dang Even stared at the other person's eyes and cast a chanting spell.
But just for a moment, he frowned and shook his head subconsciously.
"What are these things?" Maca frowned and whispered to herself.
This woman has not practiced Occlumency, and his panic has worked smoothly—probably.
Yes, Maca can only be described by the word "approximately", because when he read the memory of the other party, what he felt was the chaos and unspeakable pain and fear.
The pantheon technique is not just about flipping through the memories of others, it can also make the surgeon empathize with the emotions and emotions of the target.
What Maca felt in the mind of the woman lying on the ground before her eyes was a vague and distorted chaos and a deep-rooted fear.
That feeling occupies most of the woman's heart, making it difficult for Maca to read a clearer memory.
And the clearest picture that Maca has obtained through this contemplation is a dark dungeon full of wailing, and the silhouette of a figure with the upper body hidden in the darkness.
"...So that's the case, is it so?" Maca narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "But who would that person be? Greenward's remaining party? A firm supporter? Excellent? Of researchers?"
He lowered his head again, took out the Veritaserum and poured some into the woman's mouth, then stretched out the staff and swiped it towards the other's face.
"Answer me, where is Sirius Black?"
"...I don't know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Search Sirius Black."
"Do you have any companions in this operation? Where are they?"
"There were four people in this operation. Joshua is now searching in the West Side. The whereabouts of Mike and Andrew are unknown."
"Why are you hunting down Sirius Black?"
"This is a command."
"Where is your stronghold?"
Maca kept asking questions, but when he asked about their stronghold, the woman actually froze under the effect of Veritaserum.
Although she kept opening and closing her mouth, there was only a vague "chuck" in her throat. It seemed that there was some kind of fear from the depths of the soul that was trying to prevent her from telling the truth.
"I'll ask again, where is your stronghold?"
"At—"
Maca frowned and repeated the question again~IndoMTL.com~ But I never thought that just barely squeezing out a word from the other's mouth, he immediately rounded his eyes, and there was a hoarse low in his throat. Roar.
And her face became distorted again, as if she was enduring great pain.
At this moment when the abnormality suddenly emerged, Maca suddenly sensed some kind of magical power fluctuations from black magic. And the source of those weird fluctuations is—
"...chest."
There was no time for him to avoid anything. He quickly unfastened the tie of the opponent's cloak and the button of his robe, and then pulled down the collar of the shirt inside.
On the skin full of scars on the opponent's chest, a deeply imprinted pattern is emitting a dark purple light. And around that brand, a large number of dark red veins stretched out from it, faintly revealing an evil aura.
"The mark of the Deathly Hallows," Maca stared at the imprinted pattern, secretly contemplating, "...what exactly is Greenward planning?"