Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 820: Then I will let you go!

"It's almost time, call that "Asaph" over!"

On the second floor of the basement chamber of the Witte mansion, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, passing by the ears of two Witte family members who had been waiting outside.

"I will tell the owner of the house."

One of them leaned back immediately, and then raised his leg and walked towards the stairs outside. The other one still stood outside the door of the stone room, not daring to move, but couldn't help but sneak a glance into the stone room.

With only a quick glance, he closed his gaze back, straightened his waist and stood on his heels again. It's just that the picture from that moment just now has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Call—"

He closed his eyes tightly and breathed out as lightly as possible.

How many people have been sent in since the old Patriarch left this secret room?

Five, or ten? Or twenty?

He didn't count, and he didn't have the interest to count... In fact, he didn't feel much about it at first. After all, in this black market, people lose their lives for various reasons almost every day.

And the people who were sent into this stone room today are nothing more than some insignificant people who were temporarily sent out by the old Patriarch to arrest them.

But when he found that the number of people sent in was gradually increasing, and there was still no stopping the trend, even if he asked himself that he was not a good person, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What happened there?

This is why he couldn't help but want to take a glance.

But now, he saw it, but he still didn't understand what the person who occupied the old Barno's body was doing.

Or, why would that guy want to kill so many people?

On the floor of the stone room, there are people lying all over the place. Those men and women obviously had no breath, scattered like discarded toys.

There are no **** limbs as expected, nor a hideous face, only the cold air seems to be portraying that kind of creepy silence.

And he, who had been guarding the door from the beginning, didn't even know how those people died.

Just as he withdrew his gaze and returned to the posture of standing against the wall, the eyes inside opened suddenly, and he glanced at the door of the secret room without expression.

"That young man, the seals made this time are much stronger than those in the underground palace...huh, a very novel magic circle?"

Hailbo muttered quietly to himself.

"If this is the case, I will leave the Devouring Mirror to you for safekeeping for now..."

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"Miss Miriam, are you sure that the summoning of "Abatel" is in the first volume, and the rest is still in the hands of your "Grandpa Lavin"?"

"Anyway, the effect of the medicine has passed, and you may not believe what I say... Also, you are not allowed to call the boss by that name!"

As Miriam said, the effect of Veritaserum has completely disappeared, and Maca has no plans to use it again. But he was still asking questions one after another, which made Millie's heart secretly puzzled.

However, what makes her most relieved now is that Maca didn't lead her to say the least things.

For example, the detailed location of the boss at present; for example, the specific task content on the side of Asaph.

Well, although she has almost said all the experiences of her life till now... You know, even if Asaph or even the boss asks about some things, she will never say it. .

Even these things are mostly irrelevant past events.

"Oh, no," Maca smiled casually, "I can believe what you say... Look! I still stay here to chat with you, this is not the best Is it proven?"

Milian was leaning against the wall of the lane with her mouth pursed, and she didn't care even if she got dirty with her beautiful clothes. She just glanced at Maca one more time, and then turned her head away again.

"What do you want to do? I wish you could leave soon!" she said irritably.

But Maca, who was also leaning against the brick wall, chuckled and shook his head.

"You want me to go? Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, "If I leave now, there will be only one place to go-don't you still expect me to squat at the door of the Witt family and guard Mr. ?"

"If you want to go, then go...No, you are not allowed to go!" Miriam changed her words rather awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she said it, the more it felt wrong.

It stands to reason that Macaco is her and Asaph's enemy.

But when Maca guessed that they were going to win over the two families of Werther and Augustine to deal with them together, they were able to talk to her so casually, which made her quite puzzled.

And now, she actually made the naive remarks of "no go" that made people laugh.

"I, I mean...what do you mean?" Miriam turned her head abruptly again, staring at Maca as if a little irritated, "You will neither kill my enemy, nor Don’t kill the heir of the Augustinian family on the ground, and you won’t even go to Asaph—"

"I said," Maca spread her hands and interrupted her, "Do you want me to disrupt the actions of your companion?"

"I'm asking you, what are you thinking!" Miriam bit her lower lip suddenly and couldn't help but said, "Or, do you just want to humiliate me in this way!"

Her voice spread in this deserted alley, and it continued to a deeper place than here. Obviously, she yelled a little too loudly.

"Hush—" Maca motioned to her to lighten, but then smiled non-committal, "If you think I am humiliating you... Well, I don't mind you thinking about it like that."

Looking at Maca's indifferent face and the seemingly non-existent smile on his face, Miriam couldn't help feeling a bit of disgust. But at the next moment, she seemed to recall something, and her face suddenly became subtle again.

"Could it be... Are you sympathetic to my life experience?"

Probably Maca didn't expect that she would say such a sentence, so she was startled.

Yes, the life of this Miss Miriam is indeed very sad, but has there ever been such a pathetic life lacking in this world?

Don't talk about others, Maca's own destiny is bizarre enough, even when it comes to Hogwarts, the road is always bumpy.

To make him sympathize with other people's life experience, this is somewhat difficult.

However, in the eyes of Maca right now, this may be a more reasonable excuse, isn't it?

"I think you must have guessed more than once that Voldemort was the murderer who caused your parents' bizarre disappearance," he suddenly thought, and there was a faint pity in his eyes. "When he was resurrected, Haven't you been to him?"

"Resurrection?"

Millian's eyes widened when she heard the words, her surprised look was like the first time she heard about it.

"When? How could he—"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

As far as Maca is concerned, this is a small surprise.

However, after a while of surprise, Miriam forced herself to calm down again.

For her, the sadness of childhood has faded with the news of Voldemort's death that year, and even now when she recalls, there is only a slight emptiness left.

Yes, if she knew that Voldemort was still alive, she would definitely try to avenge her parents and herself. But now it was Maca, the obvious "enemy" who told her about it.

Can you believe the enemy?

She is not the inexplicable Maca McLean in front of her, as far as the enemy says, she will definitely not believe it easily!

"Yes, I really don't know," Miriam stared at Maca with an indifferent expression, "but I don't want to know either."

After saying this, she seemed to think a little bit, and then she said firmly and firmly:

"Mr. McLean, I don't need your unsure sympathy."

"Yes, I fell into your hands today, which proves that I am far from strong enough... But if you still want to use this method to deceive me~IndoMTL.com~ it will never succeed! "

"So, either let me go, or... kill me now!"

Maca felt helpless by these words, but saw him straighten up from the brick wall he was leaning on, patted his back casually, and walked to Milian's front.

He also looked directly into the other person’s eyes, and asked each word:

"What makes you think that I am the kind of person who kills if you don't agree with me?"

This sentence really stopped Miriam.

To be honest, what she knows about Maca is just like what Maca knew about her not long ago. It's mostly something superficial.

Maca's name is obviously much louder than her, but those are just impressions of him formed by others. And this kind of public impression, isn't it all things that can be shaped at will?

So, Miriam has always believed that this Maca McLean, like some people in this world, is the kind of thing that "does humble things under the banner of benevolence and righteousness."

Otherwise, at his age, can he create such a reputation in the world of magic?

In fact, there are always people in the world who are not afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice. There are actually quite a few people who have the same ideas as Miriam.

"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted abruptly, "I'm just performing a task, and you are my enemy. I'll just ask you—you kill me , Or let me go?"

Seeing that she was finally starting to be unreasonable, Maca had to take a step back with an inexplicable smile.

"It's almost time," he calculated the time, then raised his head and continued, "Okay! Since you have to ask like that..."

"Then I will let you go!"

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