Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

( ) ... There used to be a weird old man who lived here. He was an herbalist, but he didn't seem to be very famous—at least I never heard his name anywhere else.

He never married a wife and had children in his whole life, and dedicated his whole life to the poisonous tentacles, um...and finally died under the poisonous tentacles' spikes and venom.

On the banks of the Hudson River, there is an old house that Muggles can't see.

After the sisters Leo Livi and Abigail brought Sirius apparated to the neighborhood last night, they came to this clean but empty house.

The scenery here is wonderful, with the green grass everywhere and the fragrance of the soil, and you can see the sparkling river not far away. Except that the wind on this small slope is a little bit stronger, there is really nothing bad about it.

And at the back of this old house, a small garden was surrounded by a wooden fence by the original owner, but no one took care of it all year round, and it had been filled with weeds.

Hey, it's in the garden at the back— Olivia sat by the window of the room, enjoying the newly rising sun, and said leisurely, It used to be full of poisonous plants. Tentacles, no one dares to go in!

……yes?

Sirius was half lying and half sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillow and squinting his eyes slightly to avoid the slightly glaring sunlight outside the window.

Yes! Olivia sat on a chair, swaying her body, I was still studying in Ilvermorny, and I hadn't learned about poisonous tentacles yet! For this, I went to the library to check a lot of information... ...It turns out that the leaves of poisonous tentacles are very valuable! Each leaf is worth 35 Dargot!

Oh, that's really expensive. Sirius responded casually.

35 pots in the North American magic world is equivalent to 10 Galleons in the British magic world—it is indeed quite expensive, but Sirius is not very interested in the topic of poisonous tentacles right now.

Midnight passed, and it was already dawn, but his physical condition did not improve at all. Although he overused the spell during his escape, and he also suffered an attack from the black mist, but he would not become what he is now.

Olivia had already fed him the potion, and most of the injuries were gradually improving, but he still couldn't use half of the spell—he lost the ability to make a feather float.

When he thought that there were still urgent things to do, he could hardly hide the anxiety in his heart.

early this morning,

In fact, not long ago, Sirius asked Abigail to send a letter for him.

That is actually a very kind and good girl. Although she said unforgiving words last night, she helped him take out his coat afterwards.

But it's a pity that before the outer robe was put to use, it ran into an enemy.

...It's not bad to be able to escape smoothly.

Thinking of this, Sirius couldn't help shaking his head.

When he himself was hunted down, he deeply felt the power of the strange black mist. He was once forced to apparate in a short distance, and could not concentrate on appearing to a farther place.

It is fast, highly resistant to spells, and surprisingly destructive. That kind of unreasonable stuff, just one or two wizards can't deal with it-even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

So when Abigail came upstairs to announce the presence of enemies, he immediately had them begin to cast long-range Apparition to escape from there.

It seems that his choice is correct. At least he didn't hurt these two girls, this is the best proof.

...The poisonous tentacles are very aggressive. Even their seeds will rattle by themselves if left unmoved!

Olivia was still talking about the topic of poisonous tentacles to herself, as if she wouldn't get bored of singing a one-man show alone.

Oh, is it? Sirius forced himself to wait patiently.

To be honest, this was the first time he felt that his strength was really insufficient. Even if he faced several Death Eaters in the past, he could always retain the strength to evacuate, and he would not be as embarrassed as this time.

Later, whenever I was on vacation, I would often come and live here with Abby for a few days...

Olivia was leaning against the window, bathed in the warm sunshine, talking softly about what she had and what she didn't. Looking at her pure smile, the boredom in Sirius' heart seemed to calm down a little.

...

Abigail, on the other hand, is back in Jackson Square, where she's filling out a delivery form at the Owl Post.

Yes, the wizarding world of North America also uses owls to send messages, and has always done so.

In fact, she shouldn't be in charge of delivering the letter today, because she was seen clearly by a bad guy last night.

But if you leave this matter to your elder sister, that would be the biggest disaster - no one knows better than her younger sister about Olivia's unreliability!

Therefore, although she still had uneasiness in her heart, since she herself accepted the entrustment of delivering the letter, she had to do it for others.

Judging from what happened last night, that man shouldn't be a bad guy.

...but we still have to go back as soon as possible! Abigail murmured softly while filling out the form.

This is natural, she is not only worried that she will meet the bad guy last night, but also worried about the situation where her sister and that man are alone.

But thinking about it this way, the pen tip in Abigail's hand suddenly slowed down.

No, or... Actually, I shouldn't worry about them? She tilted her head and thought.

Speaking of which, there is a big age difference between Abigail and her sister! By now, Olivia was getting older, and it was time to find a man to marry and have a few children.

It's not that no one likes her sister. In fact, there was no shortage of suitors around Olivia back then. But with her character, none of them succeeded in chasing her in the end.

After a long time, those men gave up long ago, started their own families and started their careers, and Olivia finally became one of the bright leftover women in the American magic world.

Leaving aside the troubles of that man, at least it looks quite interesting... Abigail held her chin and considered, Well... no, no, the premise is already out!

Inside the counter of the post office, the receiving clerk looked at Abigail expressionlessly, and the ink was dripping on the postmark stamp held in his hand.

Ah— Abigail suddenly came back to her senses, and smiled embarrassedly, I'll be fine soon! I'll be fine soon!

After hastily filling out the mailing list, she checked it again, and then hurriedly handed it to the counter staff. I saw that the other party stamped the postmark without hesitation, and then threw it into the letter basket behind him, which was considered as a temporary completion.

After delivering the letter to the post office, Abigail quickly walked out of the post office lobby. She stood on the steps at the entrance of the hall and hesitated for a while, but finally gave up her plan to go home and take a look.

Anyway, it is necessary to postpone the business trip, so leave the luggage at home for the time being! She was about to disapparate and leave here, but suddenly there was a chill behind her back, and then she found that she couldn't move.

Sorry, this beautiful lady... please come with me!

A voice that sounded quite gentle sounded behind her, and then she felt nothing but a blank mind, and an unparalleled sense of happiness suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.

Follow me.

It was that voice again, but this time it sounded in her heart. That voice seemed to have some kind of irresistible magic, which made her want to obey involuntarily.

No, or rather, she didn't want to resist at all. Because she felt that she would be happiest only by obeying that order.

Immediately, Abigail turned around, followed behind a young wizard in exquisite wizard robes, and slowly left in a certain direction step by step.

This young wizard was naturally Maca. When he left Jackson Square last night to follow Joshua, he didn't take back all the acromantulas he had scattered out to search. Unexpectedly, when he brought the group of children back here early this morning, he got a rather accidental piece of good news from a certain little guy.

At the post office, a witch with the breath of Sirius appeared.

According to Maca's understanding of spider creatures, whether in the world of magical creatures or ordinary creatures, the sense of smell of spiders is definitely not sharp. The harvest this time can only be said to be a coincidence.

And just now, when Maca saw the little girl directly, he finally confirmed that there was no deviation in this coincidence.

He only saw one of the two wizards clearly last night, and then ran away for her too. How could he have thought that she would dare to show her face here today?

Maca, who has always been suspicious of things like luck, really wanted to say luck this time.

He took Abigail, who was under his Imperius Curse, and walked along the street to the West End. As the number of pedestrians around them gradually decreased, it didn't take long for them to come to the inconspicuous shed.

This is the place that Joshua proposed, just right to house those kids temporarily. After all, Maca's baby acromantulas are patrolling and monitoring around Jackson Square, so the level of security is naturally higher than other places.

Squeak—

Maca opened the door and walked into the shed. There were more than a dozen children sitting or lying in the small space, which made the place look a bit crowded.

He stepped inside the door, then moved a step sideways. Behind him, Abigail looked dazed. She walked a few steps forward with her eyes fixed, and then stood at the door blankly.

Maca waved his hand casually, and the door of the shed closed again with a creak.

Are you hungry? Have something to eat—

He took out his staff and pointed lightly at the round table in the middle, on which immediately appeared out of thin air a large bread basket filled with all kinds of freshly baked bread.

Beside the basket, several pots were steaming hot, and a wonderful milk fragrance wafted from the mouth of the pots, filling the whole room.