Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 123: Making a mystery
Next to a wide and straight street, a large house with a garden is standing there peacefully.
At this moment when the sun is setting, the golden light stretches from the other side of the street to this side, like a gleaming carpet on the street.
The big house looked a bit old in the shadow of Xihui, but it was obviously well maintained.
Just then, a man covered in a cloak fell from the sky on a flying broomstick and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.
"咚咚咚."
After a while, there was a rapid knock on the door.
The door was opened from inside, and a cowering house elf poked his head from the door.
"I'm looking for old Avery." A young voice came from the hood of the cloak, with a hint of arrogance in the calm.
"You, please wait..." The house elf replied softly, and then carefully closed the door again.
Not long after, the house elf returned.
"Who are you..." It said tremblingly, "If you don't have an appointment, you can't..."
The visitor gave a cold snort, pushed the house elf away, and walked straight inside.
"No, no! You can't...really can't...what the master said..." The elf hurriedly chased him, but he didn't dare to make any rude gestures, so he could only use a sharp voice. Explain something intermittently.
is probably because the movement of the elves is a bit big, just when they stepped on the carpet and just walked into the middle of the hall, a person walked down on the second floor.
"Who are you? How dare you break into our Avery house casually!" This was a young man who seemed rather arrogant, and he looked at the uninvited guest coldly , Asked loudly.
"It's me naturally," the visitor tore off the hood on his head, "Although I roughly talked about my name with you, I haven't officially introduced myself...I am Maca. Maca McLean."
He untied the cloak easily, and threw it to the elf who was at a loss.
And under his cloak, is a set of exquisite wizard robes that he had made for himself with basilisk materials. In the light of the setting sun outside the window, it exudes a faint dark green, which looks quite strange.
"Is your father there? Take me to see you."
was so polite in the last second, but in the next second, it was an unquestionable tone, which made it hard to figure out what his attitude was.
"……"
Lev Avery started to feel hairy when he saw him-last time at McMillan's house, the lesson really impressed him.
At the moment when he was in a trance, a slick sound came from the building, accompanied by an unhurried footstep.
"Since it's here, that's the guest..." Old Avery was saying, and the next moment he walked down the stairs, "Leo, what are you doing there, don't invite Mr. McLean to the reception room? Have a cup of hot tea?"
said it was old Avery, but in fact it was only used to distinguish him from his son, and he was about the same age as Ernie's father. It's just that his son was born a little earlier, so Lev is a few years older than Maca.
Old Avery is obviously a knowledgeable person. When he saw the unique wizard robe on Maca, his eyes immediately beamed-not only the material is special, but the style is also unusual.
It is often said that a person’s clothing usually represents a person’s identity and background, and this is particularly prominent among pure-blood wizards.
"Please!" Elder Avery reached out and invited him, "Lev was impolite that day, please don't care...here please..."
Under the leadership of old Avery, Maca followed to the reception room on the side of the hall.
The two sat opposite each other, and Lev also sat aside. After the house elves delivered refreshments, the seemingly casual conversation began.
Although neither party has any friendship, the guess of one party and the purpose of the other party make this conversation quite smooth.
When invisible benefits are in front of you, even if there is only possibility, it will not cause any boredom to the person in the conversation.
"...As you said, the courage of the McMillan family is really not worth mentioning. It is simply discrediting the pure-blood wizard family." Old Avery smiled lightly, "I don't know... Can Mr. McLean reveal that your family is..."
Maca took a sip of tea calmly, and finally his mind came to this question.
"The family I belong to is not worth mentioning, that is, the history is a little longer," he naturally opened his mouth when talking nonsense, which is his usual line of business, "but...some little things, You can still show it."
As he said, he drew out his wand and shook it casually.
Suddenly, a black mist skeleton emerged from the tip of the stick. This time, both Avery and his son felt the shock in their souls, but the magic of old Avery was deeper, and Maca's casual display just made him dazed.
Lev, who was sitting on the side, shuddered all over and stood up. He just wanted to retreat, but he tripped over the sofa behind him, and fell on the sofa with his butt, his whole body softened.
Compared to the harmless soul shock, psychological fear is the root cause of Lev's panic.
"Is this... the Dark Mark?" Old Avery asked with a trembling eyes wide.
"Of course not," Maca squeezed out a cold smile and said calmly, "But I have to say that I do have some friendship with the Dark Lord..."
Of course he has a "friendship" with Voldemort, but old Avery has no way of knowing whether the relationship is good or bad.
"So..." Old Avery said solemnly, "The Dark Lord...is going to... come back?"
"Sooner or later, you don't need to care about this, what you have to remember is—" Maca said, putting her elbows on her knees, and leaning forward to amplify her tone.
"The Dark Lord wanted to know that when he came back, his old friends were still not by his side."
Although the tone of voice is still very calm, the meaning contained in his words makes old Avery a little frightened.
He hesitated, and after holding back for a while, he tentatively said: "So, I...what should I do?"
At this time, Maca stared at the eyes of old Avery with his eyes without mood swings. Those cold and deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, a kind of cold that penetrated the bones of the bone. .
After a long time, Maca leaned back on the sofa, and his tone softened again: "This is just a reminder. I'm here this time. There are some small things that need your cooperation."
To be honest, when the atmosphere eased again, even with the depth of old Avery, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Was that the look in human eyes just now? He felt like he was being stared at by a dementor, without any emotions that humans should have.
"Please speak." Old Avery nodded.
"Remind your friend, don't spend time on trivial things." Maca put the wand in his hand back into his sleeve and said without looking up.
"You mean—"
"Of course it’s Lucius Malfoy. He really thinks that those little tricks can make Dumbledore’s status rift? There is not so much time for him to play something step by step. For thirteen years, he did. What's there?" Maca spread his hands, pretending to be impatient.
"But, why don't you go directly..." Old Avery hesitated.
"Because your son is not at Hogwarts school, understand?"
"You and Sev ①......" Old Avery paused and swallowed his words again. "Yes, I understand. I will go to talk to Lucius."
"Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord comes back." Maca said flatly, "If Malfoy asks, you can ask him, is the diary still in—"
At this point, Maca sneered: "I believe he will understand."
After , Maca refused old Avery’s invitation to dinner, and went back to Hogwarts during the night that had just fallen.
If he wanted to say that he made a rash visit this time, he even fiddled with it with great effort, naturally, it was not just for Buckbeak's business. To put it bluntly, it was just incidental, and to lay a stepping stone in Voldemort's power first~IndoMTL.com~ This is his real purpose.
Since Peter Pettigrew has slipped away first, the process of the plan naturally has to be accelerated.
Although his magical power is still slightly insufficient, time will never wait for people, and all kinds of unexpected troubles will never say hello to you again.
Maca’s "strength" is not limited to his magic from beginning to end.
……
As the Quidditch day approaches, the entire Gryffindor Yard gets excited about it.
The once legendary Charlie Weasley-Ron's second brother-once served as a seeker, but after him, Gryffindor Court has not really been brilliant yet!
What's more, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch Cup after Maca was once in awe-inspiring scenery. Fortunately, the "slashing madman" himself was not so enthusiastic about the game, which rekindled hope for everyone.
But Harry thought that none of them, including Wood, was not as eager for victory as he did.
A few days ago, the hostility between Harry and Malfoy had reached its highest point.
In the village of Hogsmeade before, Harry threw a lot of mud at Malfoy with the convenience of the invisibility cloak. Malfoy resented it; what made him even more annoyed was that Harry managed to escape. Punishment!
Harry has not forgotten how Malfoy managed to frame him in their match against Ravenclaw, and the Barkerbeak case made him more determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the entire school.
But just recently, Malfoy has been inexplicably low-key, even when he saw him, he just stared at him and walked away.
"Do pigs fly (Pigsmightfly)②?" Harry's color of wonder was beyond words.