Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 210: The location of the black market

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Late night the next day, Maca looked at Moody, who was croaking with crutches all the way around, and didn't know what to say.

"I have to stare at you." Moody paused **** the crutches and glared at him again.

"If you don't mind..." Maca shrugged, quickly drew out his wand and waved at Moody's cane, "No sound."

Moody took a step back subconsciously, but the spell still hit.

"Don't hold my wand at me!" he yelled nervously.

"At least not for a while." Maca put his wand back into his sleeve and smiled. "This thing is too loud. I don't want others to hear where we are."

"Do you think I would be so careless?" Moody said impatiently, and paused **** the crutches, but this time there was no "pop".

It can be seen that he is very upset about it.

Speaking of which, Maca and Moody are actually similar in some respects-they both remain vigilant about everything around them, and both are accustomed to acting alone.

The difference between the two is that Maca always keeps this attitude in his heart; while Moody doesn't care about the opinions of others, and expresses his own character to the fullest.

The old and young were walking quickly in the alleys of Hogsmeade, heading deeper.

Suddenly, Moody's magic eye stopped turning and stared at a dark corner.

"Wait." He stretched out his hand to stop Maca, then said loudly, "Who is there?"

"Who else...Tarino, come out!" Maca patted Moody's hand lightly, and then yelled over there.

As his voice fell, a shaggy wizard walked carefully out of the shadows.

"Mr. McLean, you... how did you bring him?" Tarino looked nervous. It was a natural reaction to seeing a natural enemy.

For a wizard like Tarino who seeks life in the underground world, Moody's "sorrowful name" is simply that no one knows and no one knows. When most people see him, they will show the same reaction as Tarino.

"My friend, do you look a little uncomfortable?"

Moody stared at Tarino fiercely, and Tarino looked cowered. If anyone who doesn't know sees this scene, it is estimated that Moody will be regarded as a badass.

"Hey, don't scare him." Maca smiled and waved his hand. "Tarino, don't worry... The Mad-Eye Moody is just a professor at Hogwarts. He treats you This kind of petty theft will not be of interest."

"Well, that's right... I'm here to collect new news from this period of time, what's the situation recently?" He then asked.

Tarino looked at Moody's worriedly again, and when he saw that he was still staring at him, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Uh...ah! It's nothing special recently. The target you asked me to look at hasn't moved. It seems that they may be brewing something... well, or just want to rest for a while? Who knows?"

"Are there any other news?" Maca nodded, and then asked, "For example, werewolves or something?"

"Are you talking about the recent disappearances of civilian wizards?" Tarino replied immediately, "Grey Burke—you know, the head of the most restless group of werewolves. What if the werewolves make trouble? Yes, it must be related to him."

"Um...Fenrir Greyback..." Maca pondered for a moment, and decided to see if the bloodthirsty werewolf leader had changed.

The previous dwarf Peter was undoubtedly killed by him, but there was another so-called "Black Death" beside Voldemort.

It looks like it might be Fenrir the werewolf.

He hasn't planned to completely turn his face with Voldemort now. If Fenrir is the dark dead man, it's not a good idea to stun the snake.

"Tarino, do you know where the werewolves are located?" Maca thought for a while, then asked.

"Knowing is knowing—those guys are crying and howling as soon as the night of the full moon arrives. Who can you hide? But because of this, they have many strongholds, and they may not be able to find the right place for a while. "Tarino spread out and said.

Maca nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Tarino, I remember you mentioned to me earlier that there is a large black market of underground forces near the Thames? There should be werewolves there too, right?"

"Hey..." Tarino thief smiled, but the next second, he glanced at Moody and asked quietly, "Is he going too?"

"Don't be so quiet, I can hear it." Moody, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said, "On that dirty and broken place, you were still in the womb when I went!"

With Moody's ability and high mobility, in fact, many people habitually ignore his true age. But if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that he is also full of gray hair now.

For Tarino's age, Moody's is probably twice his age.

"In other words, is that a place where the Ministry of Magic exists by default?" Maca asked with interest.

"It’s better to keep those ugly guys together than to be scattered all over the place." Moody said impatiently, "Exit is not clean...just like the scaly mans in the old house. , After a while, it will repopulate and continue to erode the foundation of the house."

"It's also..." Maca agreed, "Then, I plan to go there for a stroll... What about you, Professor Moody?"

"You don't need to care about me, just go wherever you want-I'll stare at you there." Moody looked at him and said, "I want to see if you have Albus praised so much Okay?"

After that, he turned around and left the alley.

Maca shrugged indifferently, then drew his wand and tapped it on herself.

Suddenly, his wizard robe automatically began to deform, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced with the large gray cloth cloak that was often used to conceal his identity, covering his whole person.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a pair of glasses from his waist and put them on the bridge of his nose in the hood, and again, turning into an ordinary black mask.

"Tarino, lead the way!" Maca urged, "I would like to see the ‘dirty mess’ that Professor Moody said."

……

At the same time, in the common room of Slytherin College.

It was late at night, and the little snakes had already gone to sleep in their respective dormitories. There was only a small figure lying on a table, seeming to keep writing something.

Suddenly, the figure raised his head and cast his gaze at the half-round moon outside the window.

Silver-like moonlight shone down, illuminating half of the pretty face under the wide pointed hat.

That's Willie Blois, a little witch whose identity Maca still hasn't figured out yet.

Not long after, a cool night breeze blew in from outside the window, lightly flicking the strands of her hair under the brim of her hat. The white and transparent hair tips fluttered quietly, reflecting the dazzling silver light in the moonlight.

On the desk in front of her, the notebook was also moved a few pages by the wind, and turned to a page with an illustrated book of plants.

The plant looks familiar, the Mysterious Crystal Flower that was once planted in the greenhouse.

Now, those flowers are gone.

After the flowering period, the Mysterious Crystal flowers will wither quickly, and Wei Li has picked them all off and dehydrated them carefully.

For Wei Li, it was a treasure planted by her and her "only" friend.

"...The only friend." Viline chewed the word nerdly, her delicate little face lost in confusion.

My father told her this, but...

Can she really have a friend? In other words, do people like her deserve to have real friends?

"It's not... a friend." She vomited in a low voice, her voice cold, without a hint of temperature.

From the day she was born, she shouldn't have friends. It was too far away for her. Even if it is a mother, she dare not approach herself...

Yes, it’s "Don’t dare~IndoMTL.com~ What she can bring to the people around her is destined to be nothing but disaster.

Villy stared at the bright moon outside the window, as she used to be, calm, lonely, and without any sense of existence. Even if someone walks by in the common room now, I am afraid it may not attract the other person's attention.

This is a curse and a shackle. And it was her father who set this heavy yoke for her...or rather, it was the huge wizarding family full of history that she was in.

So, even if she is so beautiful that Fleur Delacour can't match her, no one can find it.

So, does she care?

Probably not even she herself...

After a while, Willie lowered her head again and began to write strokes in the notebook.

……

The Thames, this is a beautiful long river that gave birth to the commercial capital of London.

Whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, they are full of affection for this quiet and wide river. It is precisely because of its existence that Britain and the British magical world have become one of the major centers of Europe.

At this moment, Maca, under the leadership of Tarino, was strolling on an uninhabited street on the Thames.

"...Is the entrance very hidden?" Maca asked casually.

"There are many entrances," Tarino replied. "The characteristic of the black market is that there are so many entrances and exits, because everyone is always ready to enter or leave from various places..."

"Isn't it hard to hide?" Maca glanced at him curiously.

"It's okay...If you want to know, it may not be useful to hide it, is it?" Tarino shrugged, "Although I don't want to admit it, it's like the crazy eye said... You know!"

While talking, he suddenly pointed his finger out: "Look, there is one of the entrances."