Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 808: Make time for you and me

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

That's still Barno's voice. The old Patriarch heard from his young age at his current age, and it couldn't be more familiar. But it was the familiar voice, but now it was controlled by another strange will, but it threatened him.

Old Witt lowered his eyes slightly in silence, without saying a word.

At this moment, the members of the Werther family are a little surprised.

Most of them can understand that Barnes, the old butler whom everyone respected in the past, is afraid that it is no longer him. But even if they knew, what should they do?

The eyes are gathered on the old Patriarch's body, and everyone is waiting to see how he will respond.

"I--" "Mr. Witt."

After a short silence, Old Witt seemed to have made some decision. But before he could say a few more words, Maca suddenly interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Witte," Maca glanced at Helbo not far away, with a calm face, "Isn’t he able to threaten you so much because I’m here? If I say, I’m not here at all today, Witte The family mansion found his presence...Do you think you can help me?"

He didn't say what he wanted Old Witt to assist him, but in fact there was no need to say, because everyone present could understand his intentions instantly.

"I didn't find..." Old Witt's lips moved slightly, and he asked intently, "Are you serious?"

Maca immediately shrugged and said:

"Obviously, I don’t have to deceive you about this kind of thing—since he still needs to use coercive methods to force you to stand in line, I think there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you know that. In the current British magical world, I can still say a few words!"

His remarks clearly gave old Witt a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to follow Helbo now, it is tantamount to opposing the entire magical world. As the owner of the family, he is naturally unwilling to do such a business that is basically harmful and unhelpful to the Witt family.

But when Old Witt’s eyes flashed brightly, as if he had found a way out, Helbo spoke again.

"McLean, you did a good job with this trick. If I didn't prepare for it in advance, I'm afraid I will only retreat today..."

Hailbo was talking, suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"It's a pity," he said, "the Werther family can choose, from start to finish, it's only my side!"

At the end, the corners of his mouth hooked up, showing a rather piercing smile.

At the next moment, an obvious magic wave suddenly swept across this side hall, and the source of the unknown wave seemed to be...

"You ruined the entrance to the black market?"

Macallo turned his head, just a little calculation, and then frowned.

"Is it possible, do you want to completely take this underground black market as your own?"

"Huh."

Hairbo chuckled when he heard this.

"Taking possession of it?" He shook his head, as if he had heard a funny joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed for too long, too long for you to imagine. "

Listening to him, Maca suddenly realized a possibility.

"You mean...this was originally your site?"

After having this guess, Maca can't help but push back quickly, who knows that the more he thinks, the more likely it is. But there is only one thing he can't figure out, and that is-why did Helbo choose to settle here?

Maca still remembers that Helbo’s hometown is ancient Greece, which is far from here! Is it just for a close confrontation with the Big Four of Hogwarts?

Of course Helbo wouldn't know what he was thinking. Seeing Maca, he said the answer himself, and he nodded immediately. Seeing his satisfied expression, it seemed as if he still admired Maca very much.

As for whether he is really admiring Maca, or is he just ridiculing Maca, that's not quite accurate.

After a while, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again, not paying much attention to the authenticity:

"Want to come, do you have'friends' here too? Isn't it appropriate not to say hello to them? I see, if you go now, you might be able to take more people away. After a while, It’s not easy for them to leave..."

Speaking of this, Helbo turned to the direction of Witt’s old Patriarch again, and a pair of deep pupils suddenly became energetic.

"Look, I gave you some time, but in fact I also set aside some space for myself. Otherwise, if you keep spending it here, then I will be a little embarrassed."

Although he was looking at the old Werther when he said this, the person he was talking to was still Maca. From what he said, you can actually hear it-he is still on guard for Maca's ability, at least in the current state.

Maca listened, her eyes became sharper.

I saw him suddenly lift the staff in his right hand, and the cooling rune flashed across the top of it. And at that moment, the temperature in this side hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Werther family couldn't help shivering.

The next second, Maca stared at Helbo's profile and asked softly:

"Then, if I'm going to show you up now... would you still find it'difficult'?"

"Oh, of course it will be embarrassing," Haierbo immediately turned his head and looked directly at Maca's eyes. "And it will be'extraordinarily' embarrassing...because it depends on this Body, I may not even be able to avoid it."

"It's just that it doesn't make much sense to you and me, does it?"

Maca knew that in terms of this sentence, the other party was right. Haierbo is not too difficult to occupy another's body in a state of remnant soul, the key is only to seize the target's mental strength.

In other words, the difficulty is that he cannot easily obtain a higher-quality body, nothing more.

"Aren't you going? It's too late but it's too late-then, don't blame me for not giving you enough time to transfer the'them'."

Seeing that Maca was still not moving, Haierbo pretended to "kindly" persuade him.

"...Then'see you later'."

Maca paused, then turned around and walked away, leaving a back figure still radiating cold in everyone's eyes.

But when he left, the members of the Werther family who had been hostile to him at first sinked. Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Maca’s departure is probably not a good thing for their Witt family.

"Um...Werther, do you know?"

Hailbo doesn't even look at the old patron at this moment. He just looks at the direction Maca is leaving, and says to himself:

"Seriously, he is the wizard who really embarks on the magic road in this era, compared to the younger generations of you who are not climatic. If he is not from Hogwarts..."

In the middle of speaking, Helbo seemed to be out of interest, and waved his hand quite carelessly.

"Let me go to the second floor of the basement chamber," he said involuntarily, "As far as time is concerned, no one will ever be enough...There are some things, it is time to prepare."

But seeing him talking while walking towards the corridor, seeing him like this, I am afraid that he is more familiar with this mansion than the members of the Witt family.

……

When Helbo went to the grounds of Witt's house and Maca hurried to race against time, Miriam and the others were walking around near the Thames.

"Can't get in, several entrances here are invalid, what about your side?"

"Me too."

"It's the same on my side!"

Under a certain bridge across the Thames, they each ran from one direction, and the three of them came together again. But among the three of them, none of them brought back any good news.

"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the exit on the other side from the black market... Or, simply destroyed them."

Millian frowned tightly, talking about her guesses, but also a little troubled. After all, in this way, they probably won't be able to intervene in the Werther family in a short time.

"Do you need to report to the boss?" Asaph deliberated, couldn't help asking.

But Millian shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss said that he has already stated everything he should tell us~IndoMTL.com~ and after he returns, we have to rely on ourselves to judge what we should do and how we should do it. It's..."

Mario on the side was a little surprised, because this was the first time he knew that there was someone behind these two people who was in charge of the situation.

"Who is the'boss' you are talking about?"

Not long ago, Mallio had already made an unbreakable covenant with Miriam under the auspices of Asaph.

And under the firm confidentiality agreement, he can be regarded as one foot on the "thief ship" of the two Miriam. There are some things, there is no need to keep him secret.

Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.

"You don't need to know yet." Asaph dismissed him with just one sentence.

"In short, let's try other entrances. There are so many entrances to the black market, and not all of them are connected to those exits in the middle of the street...and try to find a way!"

Millian said this, then muttered in a low voice:

"Well, there is an Anti-Phantom Manifestation in the black market... I knew I had to make a door key first."

In a short while, the three of them scattered on the barren beach again, and each chose a route that they had not traveled to investigate one by one.

At this moment, rain and fog are still floating in the sky, and the earth is covered in mist.

It's just the sky, and it's getting faint. Through the rain curtain, the neon on the street gleamed with faint multicolored lights, giving the world a psychedelic feeling.

The black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttled back and forth in the rain curtain, as if they were talking silently, that the upcoming night view of London was still hazy as usual.

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