Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 534: Stalemate and transaction

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Maca stared at the unmoving cardboard curtain, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate it, pointing directly at the person hiding behind.

It's extremely dim in the shed right now, and it's hard to see the depths with the naked eye if it is a little further away. Most people usually turn on bright lights, but Maca doesn't care about it because he doesn't need to see too clearly.

The other party was obviously indifferent to his kind reminder, and he didn't even move it. Maybe the other party is still holding a slight fluke, expecting Maca to be just a swindle.

Of course, it's more likely that the other party doesn't want to move at all, because no matter what, the result will be the same. Any one of this group of Death Eaters had at least several lives in their hands, and the fate after being captured can be imagined.

For a time, there were no other sounds except for the roaring sea breeze outside the shed. All Maca can hear is his own heartbeat...maybe the other party's.

"Bellatrix, is that you?" he asked calmly.

After experiencing the previous suicide bombing, he has been a lot more careful. These desperadoes can cast secret magic even when the whole body is frozen, and it is extremely difficult to capture them alive.

"Maca McLean?"

Probably thinking that it is really meaningless to keep your mouth shut, the other party finally spoke out, but Maca was stunned when he heard it. He thought that with the illusion of his comrades breaking out in the last place, Bellatrix must be the central man with a secret mission, but the result was beyond his expectation.

What he heard was a slightly hoarse, low-pitched male voice!

"Yes, I'm McLean." Maca nodded, regardless of whether the other person could see it, "Who are you? Dolohov? Lukewood? Labstein? Rodofs?"

He reported several names in a row, each of which was the guy he brought out from Azkaban. Most of the Death Eaters were returned to Azkaban afterwards, but some remained with Voldemort until the end, until not long ago they were given a pot by the Order of the Phoenix team. .

However, none of the names he reported belonged to the man standing behind the paper curtain.

The other party was silent for a moment before he replied: "Cyril—Cyril Yaxley, it's an honor to see you, Mr. McLean."

Before he could say anything, he walked out like that as a sound of the friction of leather shoes stepping on the hard ground.

"Yaxley?" Maca thought for a while, and quickly found out some information materials that could be used as reference materials from the depths of his mind, "Talk about it! Can you tell me something? You should I understand, behind you there is the whole family to bear, there is no reason to bother with Voldemort, who has failed again."

As he said, Yaxley is also a family of pure-blood wizards with some background in the British magical world.

It's just that, in today's magical world, this once prosperous family has been quite decayed. Especially in recent generations, the proportion of women born is still quite large, and there is almost no other way except to strengthen the blood relationship with other families.

Back then, this Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's pedigree theory. After considering the benefits and opportunities for their family, he turned to the Dark Lord.

But when Voldemort fell for the first time, he, like Lucius Malfoy, managed to ask for the fate of being thrown into Azkaban, and lurked unharmed. He waited until Voldemort's sudden resurrection, and when the Dark Mark burned his arm, he returned to Voldemort's hands again.

And now, Voldemort is down again, and logically speaking, he does not need to continue to help Voldemort perform this last task.

However, Yaxley did not respond positively to Maca's persuasion and temptation.

"Mr. McLean," he said blankly, "seriously, I admire you very much. No one can push the Dark Lord to that extent, and he is still a lot stronger than last time. The dark king of times...I know, standing here to meet with you today, I am afraid it will be the last time I have freedom."

"Really?" Maca looked at Yaxley standing in the shadows, and smiled non-committal. "It may be a good thing to get compliments from others, but I am now I don’t have so much time to chat with you'friendly'."

He said, he paused for a while, but he added a little more emphasis: "Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to delay time? I think... or please take the hand held in your hand. Put down the box! Neither you nor it can do without this room."

"Do you really think so? Mr. McLean?" Yaxley's eyes suddenly became sharp, his muscles were tight, and he instantly changed from the head of an elegant and calm family to a beast. .

But Maca shook his head flatly.

"You don't need to do this kind of meaningless thing," he pointed out directly, "Your expression is very realistic, but your wand is not in your hand--are you planning to use the Wandless Curse against me?"

"Okay...well, all right!" Yaxley nodded, maybe he didn't want to put on a sullen face anymore, he sighed slightly, "Your strength is the same for every one of us. I already understand it very well...No, I am afraid that this cannot be said to be "understanding your strength", but to understand the "gap" between us and you... You say I can't escape, I am completely able to accept it, and ...I think so too."

"Since you understand--" "No, wait a moment."

Maca obviously didn't want to continue this conversation, but Yaxley interrupted him first, with a strange expression on his face.

"Mr. McLean, I do understand that I can't get out of here..." he said, lifting the suitcase in his hand and shaking it, "It can't get out either, yes... But I think I still There is a chance to ruin it before you do it, right?"

"You can try it." Maca didn't take out his staff, and looked at each other with his hands down, but the confidence in his body was fully revealed, "You destroy it first, or I take it first, you You can take a bet."

"No, no, no, I don't want to take my life to bet on this kind of thing... and I don't need to bet," Yaxley waved his hand, but the suitcase was always held tightly in his. In the other hand, "Mr. McLean, as far as I know, you are a very trustworthy young wizard-then now, I think you and I can make a simple deal."

Maca was a little surprised when he heard this. Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other party should be someone who needs to take care of his family and family, he felt that this man might not really be so loyal to Voldemort.

But after the delay just now, this thought of him has been completely erased from his mind.

Now, what can I do with this guy?

"Say it!"

Maca lifted his chin and motioned to him to let it go. As for whether he believes it or not, that's not what Yaxley can manage.

"This deal is like this—" Yaxley didn't procrastinate this time, but placed the suitcase in his hand gently on the ground in front of him. "Mr. McLean , You can know from the point that you directly asked me to put down this suitcase. You have already understood the task assigned to me by the Dark Lord. Although I don’t know where you learned it, I have to admit your information. It’s unimaginable..."

"But, it doesn't really matter." He paused, then continued, "I just want to say-leave the box for you, can you let me leave from here?"

For Yaxley's words, Maca didn't show any expressions.

Although he learned some fragmented information by chance from Pansy Parkinson, it was still his guess what exactly was in this suitcase. There might be a key item left by Voldemort~IndoMTL.com~ or it might be a big space, which he didn't know.

But even if Maca doesn't know it yet, it doesn't prevent him from pretending that he knows it well.

"As long as it is true, I think it's not a big deal to let you go." Maca calmly said, "Since you have known me, you should also understand that I have nothing to do with your life or whereabouts. Interest. If I can get what I want, it won’t be a big deal, even if it’s for me to send you away from the Auror’s pursuit."

"No, you don't need to do that step..." Obviously, Yaxley was moved by Maca's words, which can be heard from his slightly slowed speech rate, "I just Don’t keep chasing me, that’s enough. Now that Dumbledore is dead, I don’t worry about anyone else finding me so easily."

"Let's do it with you! Then you can go now..."

Maca nodded casually, stepped aside, and even waved his hand by the way, pushing the wooden door of the shed completely open. The sea breeze from outside followed in. The salty taste is now equivalent to the taste of freedom.

Under Maca's gaze, Yaxley picked up the suitcase and slowly moved it from the innermost side, and then placed it carefully at Maca's feet. At the same time, his gaze stayed on Maca's body, as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his butt, and walked backwards outside the door.

Maca didn't move, he just watched quietly as Yaxley stepped back inch by inch, and his hands hanging beside him didn't move at all.

But at the moment when Yaxley retreated to the door, he was staring at Maca, but suddenly he felt a sudden flower!

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