Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1362: Old rascal

That's Old Taun!

When Maca saw the old man walking through the camp with a stinking face, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten someone before...

"...Ens?"

I remember that in Albania, when the seal of the Bewitching Monument was moved and Helbo was mistakenly released from the ground, it was the little guy named "Ens Tavon".

And in this, the most important thing is how he unlocked the seal left by Salazar Slytherin himself?

Maca specifically asked him about this question at the time. But in the end, it was Slytherin who started from the secret room and guided him step by step to the old forest in the deep mountains of Albania.

"Yes, Ensi should also be a snake-like voice."

Maca suddenly remembered that when he found the small secret room behind the Slytherin statue, Salazar Slytherin's magical image that only spoke snake language.

"So that means...Ens actually has Slytherin blood?"

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help shook his head.

At the time when Helbo accidentally appeared, he really grabbed most of his attention so much that he missed a lot of details in a hurry. Thinking about it now, it really shouldn't be right!

Especially for the very rare surname "Taweng", after the stimulation of those memories just now, Maca has already thought of a somewhat far-fetched possibility.

"Mr. Taung!"

The next moment, Maca temporarily put down his plan to leave, and greeted him while walking toward the middle of the camp again.

……

Before in London, the old Taun was sent to the shelter in Diagon Alley after Maca happened to meet him. And as a "dumb cannon" that can't use any magic, the old Taweng has a bad temper, but he didn't refuse Maca's good intentions.

After all, this guy has a bad temper, but his brain is not stupid. Knowing that he can't cope with all kinds of dangers, if someone is willing to help, why should he refuse?

However, after going to the Diagon Alley line of defense, he still didn't have the slightest intention of letting go. He was so low-key that he didn't seem to be the irritable middle-aged man at all.

Including that now, Taweng is going to the food supply in the middle of the camp to pick up his lunch, and in order to avoid crowding with too many people, he even prefers to wait until the refugees have finished picking it up.

Know that food is always limited. In the end, although there is no need to eat, the good things must have been received by others.

"Two sandwiches, a glass of apple juice..."

Walking to the long table covered with a clean tablecloth, Old Taweng asked the staff blankly for food-if you don't have much, you can eat half full, and he doesn't mean to ask for more.

Perhaps knowing that his expression might cause trouble, he also deliberately lowered his head slightly, which shows that he is trying to avoid all possible troubles.

Of course, because of some inexplicable self-esteem and arrogance, he still stubbornly kept that cold face, and would rather take a little more work to hide it.

And when Old Taweng suddenly heard that there seemed to be someone calling him behind him, his hand taking the food paused for a while.

"McLean...Mr.?"

He slowly turned his head back, looked in the direction where the sound had just come from, and soon saw Maca walking towards him.

When Maca got close, he frowned and said casually:

"What's the matter?"

While speaking, Old Taweng was not idle, so he picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth on the spot.

"Oh, yes... there is indeed something I want you to find out about." Maca didn't care about his frivolity either, because now, in his opinion, it might be more of an avoidance.

After a short pause, he immediately added:

"By the way, you should be a professor, a ‘family visit’ to the parents of students!"

Although this excuse is terrible, it is both untimely and impractical... He is a professor who is resigned, where is there a reason for home visits? And it happens to be at this inexplicable timing.

However, this is all Maca's mouth is said to be said, and it is really easy to say that few people can refuse.

"'Family visit'?" Old Taweng's cold face suddenly added a subtle touch, "Well...Okay! You can "visit" as you want...but I don't have any Farr promises that I can answer your questions, Lao Tzu!"

He waved his hand indiscriminately, then turned his head and found a place to sit down casually, nibbling on a sandwich while posing an awkward posture of "whatever you want".

When Maca saw this, she shrugged and followed immediately.

"Mr. Tavon, I remember you mentioned to me before that it was because your family was persecuted by Voldemort that you had to take Ens to hide in the Muggle world?"

"Huh?" Old Taweng nodded happily when he heard it, "Yes, I said so... And if you don't believe me, then I was talking nonsense at that time... …Anyway, it’s just our family’s private affairs."

"Ah, no, no, I think you have misunderstood!" Maca waved his hand immediately, "I believe...especially after learning something, I think you are probably not talking nonsense."

"Really?"

When the old Taweng heard it, he glanced at Maca in surprise.

"Then what else do you have to ask? In those few years, did Voldemort have fewer families? If you have to say, our family is lucky — you know, and those dead Compared with the utterly ridiculous family."

"It is true," Maca nodded happily and agreed, "Although I have not personally experienced that era, I dare not say anything'touching'...Of course~IndoMTL.com~ Actually I This is not what I want to say!"

While speaking, Maca suddenly turned around and turned to stare at Old Taweng’s side face and said: "Actually, I just want to say—the surname of Taon is really yours. Is the family's surname?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Old Tavon's hand holding the sandwich stopped in an instant, and even his chewing mouth paused. Although he reacted quickly and chewed again, Maca saw the pause just now.

Presumably knowing that it would be useless to put it on anymore, Old Taweng chewed a few more times and swallowed the food in one bite.

However, he stopped moving right after him.

"Mr. Tavon?" Maca raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you... don't you want to answer this question?"

"I have the right to remain silent!"

Old Taweng closed his eyes and simply played a rogue. Remember the website of this site, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" on Baidu to enter this site