Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 987: The source of doom

"Congratulations? Believe it or not, I let this little guy turn around and call you "Dad" in front of Tonks?"

"Oh, Maca, I'm just kidding--you must never do this!"

As soon as Lupin wanted to make fun of him with little Delphi, Maca responded quickly and gave him back, immediately causing Lupin to wave his hands again and again.

In fact, after several years of getting along, Tonks, who is chasing Lupin, is finally showing signs of success. Had it not been for the sudden appearance of Helbo, Maca might have been able to eat the wedding banquet between the two now.

Of course, with Lupin’s temperament, it has become more and more predictable recently...what will happen to their marriage in the future.

"Seriously, where did you get this child?" Lupin turned off the topic of Tonks and looked at the little Delphi in Maca's arms. "Well, this little It looks so beautiful!"

Maka heard the words and opened a chair with one hand to sit down, and looked down at Little Delphi's face.

I want to say that he really wants to tell the story of this child, and then see what expressions everyone will look like when they hear it. It's a pity that, whether it's for Little Delphi or for some other reason, those past events obviously can only rot in his stomach silently.

After a short pause, he can only say casually:

"This is me... well, it's the daughter of an "old friend"! The couple asked me to take care of this little girl for a while..."

After coping with this, Maca stopped chatting, and instead talked about sending the children to Fort Blois, France.

At the end, he said again:

"By the way, let Sirius come back. This time I have to trouble him to help me finish it. By the way, I may need him to go to Scotland Yard in a while and bring someone back to the Muggle Police Station. ."

Because Maca intends to investigate the so-called "disappearance cases" personally in the future, he is going to hand it over to the Order of the Phoenix to solve such undifficult chores.

After talking about it with Lupin, a strong fragrance floated in from the door, causing Maca to immediately stop talking.

"Mr. McLean, I paired some peas with potato roast beef... You haven't been here for a long time. I hope it still suits your taste."

Lena, who has always spoken very little, said a few more words this time, showing that Macha has indeed not been here for a long time.

Maca looked at the steaming roast beef, and couldn't help swallowing a little.

"This looks great," he smiled. "Thank you...oh, come and hold this kid for me! I have to taste it while it's hot."

When Lena carefully took the little Delphi from Maca, Maca immediately forkped a piece of beef that was just cut into the mouth, put it in his mouth and chewed happily.

When this little piece of beef was swallowed by him, he nodded while reminiscing about the tender taste:

"Lena, your craft is getting better and better. It seems that I will have to come a few more times in the future!"

On one side, Lupin watched Maca feasting on it, so he could only helplessly get up and leave, and went to send a letter to Sirius.

Before leaving, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice:

"This is where you are. Usually we only eat so well during festivals!"

……

After eating Lena’s meticulously cooked lunch in Black’s Old House, Maca did not sit for a while. He gave Little Delphi to Lena to take care of him temporarily, and even after returning to St. Mungo, he brought out all Mondungus' report materials.

To be honest, when he heard about these incidents from Mondungus last night, he had some speculations about the bizarre circumstances.

After his screening and investigation of the case this time, after a whole afternoon passed, he was finally affirmed that some of his initial speculations were correct.

Not to mention whether this is a good thing for Haier Bogan, at least, the participation of magic is a definite fact.

In the evening, Maca paced gently in a deserted alley.

Although his behavior seemed a little aimless, as if he was walking alone, but he never stopped sensing the magic power floating in the air.

"...is this side?"

Suddenly, he paused at a T-junction, then turned and walked to the right.

As the buildings on both sides became denser and taller, the environment in the alley gradually became darker. If judged by common sense, a place like this will always associate people with a gloomy atmosphere, and that often heralds the emergence of clues.

But not long after, an inexplicable noise came from far away, but it instantly broke Maca's estimate.

"What's the situation?"

He followed a rather obscure magic power, and he believed that as long as he followed the seemingly non-existent magical power fluctuations, he would probably be able to find the culprit that led to the many bizarre deaths in recent days.

But when he heard those noisy voices and distinguished them carefully, he knew that things might become troublesome again.

Sure enough, after waiting he walked a little further, the alley of people coming and going made him sigh involuntarily.

This is a merchant street for Muggle civilians...No, it is not so much a "street" as it is a big alley that is at most a little wider than Gang.

Seriously, compared to a place with a lot of people, he would rather his destination be in a cold and scary dark place.

At least there won't be too much interference in that place, and he can find it much easier.

Of course, until now, complaining is undoubtedly meaningless. Maca didn't think much, walked a few steps quickly and blended into the crowd in the alley, and looked around at random as he walked.

As you can see, there are many small bars on both sides of this alley. Places like this are mostly Muggles' first-choice pastimes that are not economically wealthy.

In this world, no matter which city there is a class difference, even in a prosperous place like London, it is the same.

Maca walked slowly in the crowd, and it was obvious that he was even slower than before.

Actually, if the magical power fluctuations are normal magic, it will not be more difficult to track in places with many Muggles than unmanned streets.

Unfortunately, what he was groping this time was not an ordinary spell.

Just as the blessing potion affects the fortune of a person, this strange magic this time has the completely opposite effect to the effect of the blessing potion.

It can bring strong bad luck to some people.

If the target of this kind of magic is a wizard, the consequences may not be so serious, but this time the target it targets is just an ordinary Muggle that has not even awakened its own magic power.

Therefore, deaths that can be traced, but are thought to be very bizarre, are born...

Okay! For now, these are just Maca's conjectures. To say what the actual situation is, he has to follow the traces to find the right place to be truly sure.

"Under this?"

Suddenly, Maca, who was walking forward in the alley, turned around, then opened a door next to him without hesitation, and hurried in.

"Dingling--"

This is an ordinary underground bar, and its dim indoor environment is one of its characteristics.

As stated on the brass nameplate nailed to the door with iron nails, this place seemed to be a tomb many years ago, but now it was rented by the owner of this bar and transformed into a house. A slightly peculiar "crypt bar".

As soon as I walked inside, there was a burst of chill on my face, which often caused the incoming guests to **** their necks.

Maca is not very interested in this curious environment, and he is naturally not here to drink today. What's more, the main business hours of the bar are usually after dinner, and there are not many customers here.

Walking down a descending stone step into the door, within a few steps, he saw a tomb passage that had been opened up.

When he got down below, the two waiters who were cleaning with brooms were still a bit taken aback. After all, not many customers came here so early.

"Oh, sorry... our side has not officially opened yet," one of the older waiters said, then turned to the younger one, "have you forgotten to put the sign outside again?"

After a quiet reprimand, he continued:

"Of course, if you don’t mind, beer and the like are fine. After all, the bartender hasn’t come to work yet, so it’s just simple..."

"No, no more."

Maca didn't wait for him to finish, but just waved his hand at random and continued walking inside.

Behind him, the two waiters froze for a while, and then as if nothing happened just now, then they lowered their heads and swept the ground.

It seems that business here hasn't started yet. Except for the two waiters just now, no one is there.

After a short pause, Maca simply bypassed the empty bar~IndoMTL.com~ and walked directly to the wooden door behind the bar.

Here, in his perception, the remnants of magic power have become clearer and clearer.

"Squeaky--"

Pushing open the wooden door, the kitchen behind it appears brighter than the outside. When Maca stopped to observe for a while at the door, his gaze gradually fell to another wooden door deeper in the kitchen.

It was a doorway with a lot of debris piled up at the door. From the style of the wooden door, it can be seen that the door is much older than the one outside.

Behind the wooden door, the fluctuations of magical power were already real under Maca's induction-he didn't find the wrong place, that's it.

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