Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 153: Meet Voldemort

In this wide room that has been cursed with no-mark stretching, there is a long dark brown wooden lacquered table. The table top is spotless and as bright as new. If you put your face together, it can even be used as a mirror.

Around this long table, there are neatly arranged leather-backed chairs that look very high-end, and at this moment, Death Eaters are already sitting on it.

Although they looked different, they kept silent at this time. This is because their owner is sitting at the head end, his icy eyes cast from afar to the other end of the long table.

There, Maca sat peacefully, but her mind was full of thoughts.

He didn't expect that Voldemort had recovered a human body—at least on the surface. What made him even more puzzling was that Voldemort's performance was unusually calm.

This is not a good situation for him.

Just now, Voldemort, who had been smiling, suddenly changed his face and asked him a question.

"You said, should I kill you?"

According to common sense, Voldemort's question clearly shows that Maca is still valuable. But can Voldemort really analyze it according to common sense?

When Voldemort was still called "Tom Riddle", although he was indeed clever and deep-minded, he could be treated as a "person" after all; but since Voldemort made the first soul His mental condition has already changed dramatically since the time of the test.

If it is a "person", it is more appropriate to say that it is a dangerous and magical creature that chooses a person and eats it.

However, when Maca couldn't make up his mind but things were imminent, his "struggle" character began to boil again.

Maca hooked up the corner of her mouth, squeezed out a frivolous smile, and asked in a very relaxed tone: "Kill me? Why kill me?"

As soon as Maca asked rhetorically, Voldemort's eyes sharpened instantly. He stared at Maca's eyes coldly, and said aggressively: "Why? Just because you cheated on me in the Hogwarts outer court and the coma curse at the school gate, don't you think you deserve to die?"

"The Dark Lord, I don't think you can be fooled by just a few words of a child." Maca said, "What's more, killing me now will do you any good? To be happy?"

"Talk to the host and show respect!"

Bellatrix, who was sitting aside, saw that Maca was always that slick, and couldn't help but scold him loudly.

Maca glanced at her coldly, the cold eyes made Bellatrix once again recalled the fear of the day, and couldn't help suppressing the words in his mouth and looked away.

Seeing that Bellatrix was soft, Maca raised his head again and looked directly at Voldemort and said simply, "I think we don’t have to go around in circles anymore. To be honest, I’m very dissatisfied with Hogwarts now. It can be destroyed, I personally would be very happy to see it."

"And since you would let Professor Snape come out to find me, obviously it was not for the grievances that entangled me in the past. Speaking of which, Professor Snape has returned to your command again, which really made me Surprised!"

Maca gave Snape a meaningful look, but the other party ignored him at all.

"Well worthy of being a superb actor." Maca thought so.

But how did he know that Snape's inner activities could be complicated now!

Because Voldemort had suddenly summoned him with the Dark Mark before, Dumbledore simply let him continue to come back as his double agent. He didn't expect that Maca was sent to Azkaban somehow, escaped from prison somehow and made a big fuss at the World Cup scene, and entered Durmstrang somehow?

As a result, tonight, he was inexplicably sent by Voldemort to pick up Maca.

Seriously, Snape was ready to watch Maca die in Voldemort's hands.

At this moment, after hearing Maca speak so bluntly, Voldemort's expression suddenly changed, and the gentle smile returned to his face again.

"Severus has always been on my side of course..." Voldemort paused, and the subject changed, "Now that you understand what I mean, that would be great--"

He nodded to Maca, in a calm tone: "To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I always thought that you and I are the same kind of people. Look, the facts prove that my opinion is Correct—a hypocritical and ignorant place like Hogwarts is not suitable for us at all."

"I believe that sooner or later you will join us and become one of us, won't you?"

Maca also nodded and said naturally: "It seems that this is true. Since our goals are the same, I seem to have no reason to miss this opportunity."

When Voldemort heard it, the smile on his face widened.

"So, are you willing to join the Death Eaters?"

Maca shook his head calmly.

"The Dark Lord, I'm just willing to cooperate with you, but I don't want to be your subordinate." He said, and he sat on both sides of the long table with his fingers pointing right at the Death Eater who didn't dare to say a word. "Does it seem to you that I am just a dog waiting to be dispatched anytime, anywhere-just like them?"

Before he said these words, the Death Eaters showed fierce expressions and looked at him angrily. But Voldemort was sitting there now, which made them afraid to make a noise at all.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, a sharp look in his eyes.

"Every Death Eater is a like-minded friend with me—I think you have to understand this."

After hearing this, Maca couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, I just counted as a gaffe...but, my opinion has not changed." He said, "I just want to work with you. As for the status of'Death Eater', it doesn't matter to me. Good. I believe Professor Snape has already told you that I am just an academic wizard who likes to study magic theories and do all kinds of magic research."

"To put it bluntly, I am not at all interested in the'magical pureblood theory' that you admire, and I don't care about the life and death of Muggles. I just want to ruin Hogwarts and make me feel better, and Just continue my research."

"Cooperate?" Voldemort asked in confusion, "How do you want to cooperate?"

Maca shrugged and replied: "I just got a good news here about the next "Triwizard Tournament" to be re-started at Hogwarts. I think this can be regarded as Make a meeting ceremony, it will also be the beginning of my cooperation with you."

"Severus has already mentioned this to me. What's new for you?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "Let's talk about it."

Maca nodded and said: "Do you know what the Triwizard Cup is in this Triwizard Tournament?"

"The top three cups?" Voldemort repeated, shook his head again, "Isn't it the old cup that has always been kept in the Hogwarts principal's room?"

As he said, he looked at Snape who was sitting not far from him.

"Master, Dumbledore seems to be going to replace the top three cups with some other magic items, but he didn't say what kind of magic items will be used instead." Snape said honestly.

Voldemort nodded, then cast a questioning look at Maca.

"I think you will be interested," Maca said with deep meaning, "It's Ravenclaw's golden crown."

Voldemort's expression changed immediately. He stared at Maca and asked: "Ravenclaw's golden crown?"

"Yes, Ravenclaw's golden crown!" Maca's face seemed to flash with enthusiasm, he said excitedly, "It is said that it is a rare magic item that can increase the wearer's wisdom! Now , Dumbledore would actually send it out as a winner’s prize!"

He seemed to be unable to contain the excitement in his heart, and his voice gradually became higher, as if he was really just a research madman who was crazy about magic research.

"Dark Lord, I think this opportunity is definitely not to be missed!" He continued, "Moreover, this Triwizard Tournament is also a great opportunity to hit Hogwarts and Dumbledore, isn't it?"

"Ravenclaw's golden crown..." Voldemort pointedly said, "This is indeed something that must not be missed..."

Voldemort looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then said: "In this case, I can give you a chance to ‘cooperate’, depending on whether you can seize it."

Seeing that Voldemort was serious, Maca couldn't help but put away the smile left on his face. He knew that the next so-called "opportunity" was Voldemort's true intention to come to him today.

He didn't believe that Voldemort, such a ruthless character who must report to him, would easily wipe out the events of the year.

Sure enough--

"Withstand the heart-boring curse for one minute. If you are okay, I can promise you." Voldemort spread his hands, "Since you want to seek'cooperation', you must first pay off the debt you owe, you say What?"

Maca frowned upon hearing such a condition~IndoMTL.com~.

"Then, who will use this heart-drilling curse?" He looked at Voldemort and said, "If you use it yourself, I don't think this can be called an ‘opportunity’."

Voldemort scrutinized the Death Eaters sitting on either side of the long table one by one, and then waved.

"Lucius."

"Yes...yes, Master." Lucius Malfoy nodded nervously when he heard the words.

"What do you think of him making this spell?"

When Voldemort said this sentence, it was as if he was saying "give you a gift" in a natural and peaceful tone. But what to do next made Lucius, the implementer, tremble.

You know, Voldemort usually uses it to punish Death Eaters who make mistakes for more than 15 seconds, a one-minute heart-piercing spell? Who can bear the pain?

Maca glanced at Lucius casually, then nodded, "In that case, I'll give it a try."