Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "So hot--"

Could it be hot now? No, it should be a bit cold this season ...

It's just that all the skin and muscles are gone, as if nothing can be felt.

The forearm of the left hand was used to repair the broken bone, but after all, it was fractured. The muscle repaired by the sharp broken bone could not be recovered.

However, there was no pain at all, and the whole person was numb.

"It's so hot--"

I can't even feel the temperature, but I always feel that there is a tight feeling of sweltering from the surrounding area, and the irritability is increasing ...

"Compressed ham ... probably ... this feeling, right?"

Maca staggered in the unmanned alleyway, her eyes blurred, and Luna looked like she was carved out of a mold when she was in a daze.

The light from some street lamps came from a distance, dragging the shadow behind him to the elders. The shadow continued to twist as he wobbled, like a Venezuelan poisonous fire.

At this point in his vision, the surrounding environment lost its color and became like walking in an old faded Muggle photo.

The laneway became winding, sometimes turning like peaks and valleys like waves, and upside down like rolling coasters, making him unable to maintain a good sense of balance.

Of course, in fact, it is not completely colorless.

Throughout the field of vision, everything with magic power was stained with a hazy maze.

Yes, it's like the looming rainbow when spraying water mist with a watering can when the sun is shining. You can't tell the color clearly, but you can feel the ambiguous color.

"Well ... it's really difficult to stay awake ..."

Maca covered her mouth with one hand, leaned against the wall with one hand, and stomped her feet forward.

Although he didn't feel the touch on the ground at all, he was used to precise steps, and the condition moved forward reflexively, which was not totally impossible.

"While the use of this potion is completely unknown, but ..."

From time to time, he kept talking to himself in his heart, struggling to maintain the operation of his mind, so as not to completely strike his head.

"... But when you see Willie then, let's boast about her ... after all, she is not good at potions at all ..."

"Ah-it's so hot!" Maka muttered indistinctly.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the alley, and a black outline was drawn by the lights outside the alley.

"Huh? Who's there?"

The black shadow was talking, but the sound waves spread all the way, reflecting back and forth on the wall of the roadway, and finally collected by Maca's ears into Maca's ears.

The voice was so altered and the volume was astonishingly loud, as if it was going to be a hole in his eardrum.

"what--"

Maca opened her mouth, but her vocal cords just shook senselessly.

"Huh ... is it drunk?" The figure at the alley hummed coldly. "Also, it's right to work overtime tonight ..."

"The soul is out!"

The voice did not fall, a gray light appeared in Maca's sight, and flew towards him. Probably because of the hallucination, the water-gray magic that should have been covered like a net has become twisted and turned up at the moment.

Although he couldn't hear what the other mantra was saying, he just knew that the magic spell was coming.

Maca's immediate response was to raise her right hand, but the magic wand in her hand was long lost ... would you like to go some way before?

There was no wand with the same twisted hand in the twisted hand, at least the fact that he responded in time.

The moment the gray light curtain was about to envelope him, Maca narrowed her eyelids and swayed her right hand, half stretched.

In a moment, the tide-like magic flowed out, completely dispersing the gray magic light curtain.

"Rough magical use ... waste, really waste ... unexpectedly, I will have such a day ..."

The irritability and complaints at the bottom of my heart bulge at the same time, as if enlarged by a magnifying glass, almost every corner of my heart is covered in an instant.

"Flaming."

Poor details of the research and countless exercises have allowed him to cast without sticks like the older wizards in Africa, while maintaining a high degree of accuracy.

But even so, he needed to sing aloud to ensure completion.

The flame formed by igniting magic did not turn into a fire dragon as in class. But even if the shape is not regular, it is a hot sea of ​​fire that is enough to cover your eyes.

"Ah ... the magic is wasted again ... so I don't like casting without sticks ..."

The price of maintaining accuracy is to consume more magic to characterize and maintain those broken runes of rules.

The figure at the alley was burned and scared away. From the beginning to the end, Maca didn't even see his appearance, it was always a distorted black outline, and nothing more.

But then again, even if the man stood in front of him and showed him, he would only see a clutter of magic.

It doesn't look the same.

Maca didn't have time to think about these things, he was still trying his best to keep the thinking running, and he kept an eye on the countless blocks of magic light in his vision.

"Ah ... so hot! Hmm? What is that ...?"

Suddenly he seemed to notice something, quickened the soft and chaotic pace, crooked forward, and walked towards the target in sight.

It was an indescribable mess of color blocks, with strips of light intertwined to form a colorful human form.

"Huh ... human? Humanoid magical creature? Or ..." Maca stumbled forward, walking non-stop, still muttering in her heart, "looks pretty ... what is it?" Is it really human? "

However, no matter how fast and swaying he walked, the figure remained the same. Still so far, or in the same position in the field of vision, but the color gradually turned into pale gold.

"Looks ... somewhat like ... Luna?" Maca stopped suddenly, her head crooked and her eyes narrowed, "Oh ... that should be the so-called 'goddess' in the patient's mouth, right?"

He thought so, then shook his head and looked away.

"So, 'Goddess' or something ... is just part of the illusion ... right?"

When he stopped paying attention to the specious "goddess", only a moment later, the pale golden color disappeared without a trace.

Maca went on, searched, and muttered ... The dream-like scenery around it was going backwards, slower and slower, even the exact time passed.

Get out of the alley, cross the path, cross the main road, and then move on.

After that, most of the pedestrians did not want to cause trouble, which is taken for granted. The black market is the black market. There are all kinds of people, but most of them are wise people who know how to keep a low profile.

After a long stretch of reluctance, the surrounding pedestrians became less and less again. After that, Maca once again entered an unmanned alleyway.

This kind of similar place is very common in all kinds of houses scattered in the black market, and it is a product of dense construction.

"Ah-so hot!"

Maca feels like she can only read this sentence, and it doesn't bother her over and over ...

No, it's really annoying! But no matter how annoying you have to keep talking about it, if you don't say anything and don't want anything, you're afraid that you will be "snapped" by the potion's effect in the next moment.

"Ah! Is it ... that?"

At this distance, an unusually bright light spot lit up in the distance, like a star before dawn, and stood out in the dark sky.

Maca took a deep breath, and her pace accelerated again.

Hurry up, you can hurry up, can you hurry up? The staggered footsteps found a balance point in the illusion of the ocean, but it was too difficult, after all, he fell down.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't feel like anyway, just get up and keep walking."

Closer, closer, that's it!

"Here comes another, give him to him ..."

Maca also wore an old wizard's robe in disguise, but the wide-brimmed pointed hat hadn't known where it had fallen. Fortunately, the mask that fixed the transfiguration has not been invalidated, and the identity was not exposed at the beginning.

But to be honest, even if others can see who he is at a glance, he has no idea.

The bright source of magic was tucked into the pockets of his robes by someone, and the other seemed to be going to open his mouth and pour into it.

Then ... probably will be given a "forgotten"?

No trace was left, and that was the way to proceed cautiously-but this potion seemed to weaken the effect of the amnesia, otherwise Mrs. Longman would not have left an impression.

Maca opened the person who came to poke his mouth, squinted and looked around.

As Mrs. Longman said ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This place is dark and humid ... well, it can only be said that it is probably because the illusion is still there and the world is still distorted.

"This guy, dare to push me ..."

The man he had scooped up was clearly angry, but as soon as he pulled out his wand, he was stopped by another.

"Stop! The host has said that every one who takes the medicine in the early stage is very important. Don't mess around!"

"Uh ... okay! Forget it ... let's hurry up and talk to him ..."

The words did not fall, he grabbed Maca's arm, and the other person directly used a spell to try to restrain Maca.

But before they could react, they felt that they were all tight first, and then fell to the ground stiffly.

"vomit--"

It seemed that this shaking was too fierce, turning around in circles, Maca retched with her knees.