Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 142: Prison Break! Azkaban

"Come out, Bellatrix."

Maca shook his wand lightly, waved away the agitated dust around, coldly looked at the fallen woman who had shrunk inside, and said calmly.

"What are you going to do!" Bellatrix flicked her long hair, her bright red eyes stared at Maca, her pupils gleaming with crazy colors.

"Don't you want to come out?" Maca asked in a cold voice.

He doesn't have to pretend. In his current state, with a calm face and expressionless appearance, he is like a big...er, little villain who ignores all life.

Although he has been growing physically recently, his childish appearance has fully exposed his age.

"Of course I do!" Bellatrix stood up abruptly, but kept looking at Maca's wand with a look of fear, "I am waiting all the time... waiting for the master to pick me up! I am! Always believe that the master will come! He will not forget his loyal servant!"

"But... why are you letting me out?" She looked fierce, looking at Maca as if looking at something extremely dangerous, vigilant every second.

Maca took a step to the side of the cell door, a cold smile on his face.

"Although I don't care what your master is going to do, there is no doubt that he has returned—"

"What! Really? Where is he?" Bellatrix was shocked by the news, she didn't even notice that Maca was exuding a dangerous aura, and she grabbed it as if she was leaping over. Lived on Maca's sleeves.

"I'm taking you to see him..." Maca didn't care about the dirty hands that gripped his sleeve tightly. He just said casually, "Want to see him? Want to go back. Come to him—"

"Oh, I mean...Tom Riddle."

"How dare you call the Dark Lord's name directly! This is unforgivable--!" Bellatrix reached out and tried to slap Maca's face.

But the next moment, she was flew out like a kite with a broken wire, and hit the wall hard.

"Then call him the Dark Lord..." Maca said indifferently, "The name is just a code name—in my opinion, the person who changed his'real name' casually...huh..."

"Okay, follow up!" Maca didn't say much, and as soon as he turned around, he walked to the other side of the corridor first.

Not long after, when Maca appeared at the gate of Azkaban's fortress, many people had gathered behind him. Most of them look sick. It seems that "happiness" has been far away from them for a long, long time...

But even so, the basic judgment of these guys still remains somewhat. If you can say that you can last so long in Azkaban, which one of these people is not a determined person?

But when they watched Maca wave their hands and shot the dementors flying, they didn't even use the wand. Whether it was crazy in his heart or a little sensible, he couldn't help but fear him.

In their eyes, Maca is simply a new generation of Dark Lord-even though Voldemort is always an irreplaceable master in their hearts, but the fear of power, it seems that instinct left them deep impression.

"Boom!"

Without a word, Maca raised his wand and released a bright flame. In a flash, it exploded high in the sky, tearing open the endless night sky over Azkaban.

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, fluttered from the distant sky. When they got closer, everyone discovered that it was actually a eagle-headed horse with winged beast and a strangely large one. owl.

It is the Eagle Horse Buckbeak who was rescued by Maca and his Owl Mafa.

On Buckbika’s paws, a large package was being carried, and Maca removed the flame as a signal and used a Levitating Charm to fetch the package.

"One person, come with me to the Quidditch World Cup match," Maca sneered, "Everything has a good time! I think your master will like it."

The package was opened, and a bunch of flying broomsticks and many new wands that looked exactly the same were scattered all over the floor with a clatter.

"For the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix yelled frantically, and around her, there was a echoing scream.

There are dark clouds gathering in the distant sky. It seems that the torrential rain that has just stopped not long ago is about to fall on Azkaban again.

……

At this moment, Harry and the others were walking hard along the dark, wet path towards the village. There was silence all around, only their own footsteps could be heard.

As they passed through the village, the sky slowly brightened, and the original darkness gradually turned into a deep blue.

Harry's hands and feet were frozen. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They started to climb the Ferret Mountain. They stumbled on the hidden rabbit hole under their feet from time to time, or stepped on the dark, slimy grass blades and slipped, and they couldn't even breathe to talk.

Every time Harry took a breath, he felt a tingling pain in his chest, and his legs were gradually unable to move. At this moment, he finally found his feet on the flat ground.

"Yo," Mr. Weasley took off his glasses, wiped his shirt, and said breathlessly, "Yes, we arrived on time-there are ten minutes left!"

Luna was the last to reach the top of the mountain. She looked a little physically weak-but Hermione just in front of her didn't seem to be much better.

"Now we just need to find the door key," Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses and squinting on the ground, "It won't be too big...find it..."

Everyone was about to spread out and search, but Luna reached out and pointed.

"There."

"Oh! That's right!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass, "Miss Lovegood, your eyes are so sharp... I think if you go to participate The Quidditch team must also be an excellent seeker!"

At this moment, on the other side of the top of the mountain, two tall figures were set off by the starry night sky.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley said, smiling and striding over to the man who called him.

The others followed quickly.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, who had something in his other hand, like an old moldy boot.

"Let me introduce to everyone, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control. This is his son Cedric. I think you all Know?"

Cedric Diggory, the current captain and seeker of the Quidditch team at Hufflepuff College-of course they all know each other.

It can be said that in fact, many people are secretly grateful to the captain! Because when he took office, the "slashing madman" McLean finally stopped playing—everybody was speculating whether he had any grudges with Maca!

"Hi, hello," Cedric said, turning his head to look at everyone.

Everyone answered "Hi," and even Fred and George, two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, naturally greeted them.

Although Cedric is a strong seeker, his performance is nothing compared to Maca.

"Come here far, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Fortunately," Mr. Weasley said, "We live on the other side of the village. How about you?"

"I woke up at two o'clock, didn’t it, Sed? To tell you, I would really like him to pass the Apparition exam sooner. But...no complaint...the Quidditch World Cup, you must not miss it. , Even if you have to pay out a bag of Galleons—in fact, it did cost so much to buy a ticket. But I finally managed to deal with it, it’s not too difficult..." Amos Diggory looked at kindly The three Weasley brothers, Harry, Hermione and Ginny around, "Arthur, are these all your children?"

"Oh, no, it's the red hair." Mr. Weasley introduced one by one, "This is Hermione, Ron's friend—this is Harry and Ron's friend—"

"Oh my God," Amos's eyes were wide open, he even interrupted Mr. Weasley to introduce Luna, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Uh-yes." Harry said.

Harry has become accustomed to people staring at him curiously when they first meet him, and they are also accustomed to looking at the scar on his forehead immediately, but this always makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course, Said talked about you." Amos Diggory said, "He told us about his game with you last year... I said to him, I said-Said, You can tell your grandchildren about this when you are old. It's amazing... You defeated Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he said nothing. Fred and George both frowned again.

"Harry fell off the broom, Dad," Cedric muttered with a look of embarrassment, "And ~IndoMTL.com~ Most of the points scored that day were due to McLean's activity... …"

"Yeah, but you didn't fall, did you?" Amos said loudly and patted his son on the back. "Our Sed is always so humble, always a gentleman. ...But the winner is always the best. I'm sure Harry would say the same, right? As for that McLean, he obviously doesn't score as much as you!"

"If Maca is a seeker, it is estimated that the game will be over in the blink of an eye..." Hermione couldn't help but muttered, "Well, I mean...that's not very interesting, isn't it? ?"

"The time is almost up," Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking out his pocket watch and looking at it again, "Do you know who we are waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Fawcett family didn't get the tickets," Mr. Diggory said. "There is no one else in this area, right?"

"As far as I know, there is no more." Mr. Weasley said, "Okay, there is one minute left... We should all be in place..."

At 5:07, the people who put their fingers on the old boots disappeared in a blink of an eye as the space contracted.