Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 767: List of frosting

"Ms. St. Guena, I knew you were wrong about preparing for this! In weather like today, some of you who can't sleep'at night' will choose to take a stroll..."

At this moment, Maca is holding a black umbrella, standing next to a small building. He raised his head and looked up over the edge of the umbrella-it was a closed window. Because of the reflection, he could not actually see anything in the window when he stood here.

But in fact, from here, I can already vaguely sense the magical fluctuations that come out of that room.

"Yes, young people nowadays can't bear loneliness. They would prefer the crowded daytime." Beside Maca, Saint Guena held another umbrella and whispered, "Oh, but You have to know that I am not too old in the clan."

"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to participate in Professor Slughorn's small event the next day," Maca nodded, looking up and casually said, "He also likes to be lively...I Will inform him in advance, so maybe he will prepare an authentic'red velvet cake' for you?"

"I heard that he will teach at Hogwarts again?" Saint Guena said with a smile, "I will look forward to it."

Behind them, a teenager who seemed to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old, stroked his wet hair with his hands, and watched Maca and St. Guena chatting with doubts on his face.

He is also a vampire, and this place is where he brought Maca and St. Guena.

Vampires are very sensitive to fresh and flowing blood, but they are more sensitive to blood that contains magical powers. Therefore, since ancient times, they have rarely dealt with Muggles, because in their opinion, the blood of the wizard with just the right amount of magic power will be more delicious and delicious.

Oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in the blood "blood energy".

Okay, okay...it doesn't matter whether you mention it or not nowadays such insignificant knowledge. After all, wizards are more powerful and powerful than vampires. This has always been a fact. It has never been easy to **** a wizard's neck.

Let’s get back to the subject, just like what Maca just mentioned—he guessed that there might be a vampire walking around in London today, and the person he was following appeared here. Over.

If you want to ask who is most likely to have some clues, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Association.

Then the facts proved that his guess was not wrong at all!

"Seriously, I thought we needed to make everyone go around! But the result was better than I expected," Maca said, suddenly retracting her gaze looking into the distance, toward her waist pocket. Dig in.

"Thank you!" He turned to the young vampire and said, "If you don't mind, I have your breakfast today!"

After that, Maca took out a glass tube of scarlet slurry and handed it to the boy who was as big as he looked.

"This was originally for some little guys, but then I think they actually prefer to eat meat directly."

While he was talking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the sleeve of his right hand, and re-patted the small black spots that appeared.

The young man nodded in a daze, hesitantly stretched out his hand to take the large test tube over.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Maca shrugged, then turned around again, "Ms. Saint Guena, I think I should go up and see... Oh, I’m sorry to trouble you today, I have to say, very Thanks."

"No, don't do this, this is what we should do for you..." Saint Guena pursed his lips, and watched Maca go to the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should follow up? Mom always said that the more proactive the more effective when chasing men." Under the rain and fog, the boy looked at Saint Guena and suggested in a low voice.

But St. Guena immediately glared at him angrily when he heard it.

"Don't call me'grandma'!"

……

"The seniority of a vampire is really hard to understand."

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maca couldn't help but shook his head secretly listening to the conversation outside. After feeling so emotionally, he lifted his leg up the stairs.

According to the feeling of magic, the guys who had escaped from under his hands once were on the top floor of this building, and there has been no change so far.

As he goes up, he gets closer to the source of the magic fluctuations, and his perception of the target gradually becomes clearer.

"...Two missing?"

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage taken away-Mr. Smith, deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be lying in it.

"You have to make sure to live--" Walking silently to the door of the room, Maca secretly said in his heart, "This time, I can't miss it like the last time."

While speaking, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the wall next to it.

There are some very cleverly laid out spells on the door, which are too time-consuming to crack. If there is a better breakthrough point, then why does he have to pick the place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out and tapping a few times against the slightly yellowed wall, Maca spreads his right hand and squeezes it, and then dozens of small spiders quickly rush into his palm and are loosely ground by him. Hold it in your hand.

The next moment, when he held his fist and went straight to the part of the wall near the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the effect of Transfiguration.

"Very good."

The opposite side of the wall seems to be a sofa or something, and opening a hole here is obviously not to be discovered. Maca stretched his fist straight over, and then put the shrinking alienated eight-eyed giant spider into it.

After a while, he no longer had any scruples, and with a decisive wave of his hand, he enlarged the hole to the size of his body. After removing a cabinet opposite the wall hole, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," Maca looked around in the room and couldn't help laughing, "I think I should also teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

It didn’t go beyond Maca’s expectation. The three people in it were all petrified without exception-yes, even the hapless Smith who was still lying unconscious on the table was also included. .

"Another bottle of Mandrake resurrection potion will be wasted," he muttered softly as he took out the medicine bottle and poured it on Smith, "The main ingredients are not cheap at all."

While Maca tried to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were looking at this side "intently". At their feet, there were a few small spiders crawling around. .

Obviously, this is the effect that Maca needs.

Not long after, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a dull look.

He glanced at the Maca in front of him for a few moments, and then he glanced around with his stagnant eyeballs, seeming to want to figure out the specific situation he was in.

"Ah...what happened...?"

The effect of the potion continues to complete its mission, which makes Mr. Smith finally awake, but it will take some time before he can move normally.

"Remember?" Maca pushed the empty potion bottle back to her waist, "You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards at your door."

"Oh, it's... terrible." Smith said dullly, "Are you a kidnapper?"

"I really hope I am. In that case, I don't need to wander around London in the rain." Maca sighed, then looked down at each other’s eyes, "I don’t have time. It's loose, so...offended."

Smithton, who was still recovering, felt his forehead shook before he could speak, and his eyes became a little dull.

Soon, Maca suddenly raised his head, closing his eyes slightly and sorting out his thoughts.

Just when he flipped through Smith's memory, he found a memory accurately. Since the time is not too far away, the memory is still quite clear, and what deserves his attention is obviously the conversation before the other half of the black-robed wizard suddenly turned back~IndoMTL.com~ Is there really an infighting? "

After a short while, Maca thoughtfully scanned the other two petrified "statues" in the room, thinking about the conversation between Asaph and Miriam in his mind.

Because Smith couldn't understand the language of the two men at all, the voice memory of the dialogue was very vague. And this, it seemed that Asaph at that time didn't care about Smith being present during the dialogue.

After further pondering, Maca turned around and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the room.

"That sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban...and my name," he said as he walked, "but it doesn’t matter if you don’t hear clearly, it doesn’t matter. Here are the two parties!"

……

"Hiss——"

Almost at the same time, near "Max Roach Park" in the southern suburbs of London.

"Asaph, what's the matter?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam is holding an umbrella with Asaph, rushing along the road calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this moment, Miriam suddenly noticed that the umbrella above her head and Asaph next to her stopped.

"That McLean must have found them."

Asaph took out a piece of parchment that was cut into a palm size from his pocket. You can see that there are many names on the paper.

However, at this time, two of the names exudes unusually cold, so that the dense moisture in the air has formed a thin layer of frost on the position of the letters.

"The chill just now was like the tip of a knife stuck in my thigh." Asaph looked at the parchment that was constantly condensing frost marks, and the parchment was constantly shaking with the wind. The signs of life were lost in an instant."