Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 219: Villy’s little secret
It is still cloudy in London today.
The humid air makes people want to take off their clothes and twist them to see if they can wring out water.
The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, and only some gloomy morning light was faintly revealed, announcing that it was another time that would be frightened by rain and fog.
Maca has just left the black market with Charlotte. At this moment, the two are walking aimlessly along the rippling Thames, under the wet bricks, watching the street lights one after another. It goes out, it seems a little leisurely.
After a moment of silence, Charlotte couldn't help but speak first.
"...little brother, are you...really going to fight Voldemort?" She looked a little worried, perhaps a little self-blaming.
But in any case, for Maca, that is not very important.
"Why am I going to fight Voldemort?" He shrugged, seemingly relaxed, and asked back.
The entanglement between him and Voldemort has long been inexplicable. The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.
Under Maca’s efforts, the time bomb only removed the timing device and turned it into a remote-controlled bomb that can be detonated at any time.
As for whether to hold the detonating device tightly, or to throw the detonating device away and use it as a landmine... To be honest, Maca hasn't been able to decide until now.
When he had a choice, he was not a decisive person.
However, none of this has anything to do with Charlotte.
"By the way, senior sister, what are your plans next? I suggest you go to Hogwarts first and avoid talking!" Maca intended to put aside the previous topic in a brisk tone, but Charlotte did Did not keep up with his pace.
"But..." Charlotte pursed her lips and said nervously, "Didn't you have promised Grandpa that you are going to **** the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort? You have signed a magic contract, even before I borrowed three books as a deposit..."
Maca smiled carelessly.
"The contract only stated that after I took the Philosopher’s Stone from Voldemort, the Witt family and I would study and use it together. But what if I didn’t want to **** it at all? What if the Philosopher’s Stone was not in Voldemort’s hands at all. , What will happen then?"
There is another sentence he didn’t say: In fact, the Philosopher’s Stone was destroyed by Dumbledore. Where can I find it?
This transaction was not established from the beginning, it was just wishful thinking of the old Patriarch of the Witt family.
"This...you really don't have a word of truth..." Charlotte was obviously surprised by Maca's deception. She never thought that anyone could bluff everyone with just one mouth.
But Maca smiled and shook his head.
All valid lies are laid out with facts known to the other party.
Only when the other party recognizes the "true" part of the lie, will they subconsciously associate the other part of the "false" with the "true"; and only when the other party is asked to piece together the two parts can it be made Believe it or not.
Everyone has a self-righteous side. The more confident and arrogant people are, the more likely they are to commit this problem. Even Maca himself cannot be spared.
The two walked a few steps forward, and Maca suddenly remembered a question before.
"Senior sister, I have a question I want to ask." He turned his head and asked Charlotte, "The Werther family...or, why is the family with the heritage of ancient wizards so low-key? Just what I see today. Judging by it, at least the Werther family is still full of background, obviously it is deliberately hiding the influence of the family, right?"
This question is obviously difficult to answer. Charlotte pondered for a long time, but finally hesitated and shook his head.
"As far as I know, each generation of Patriarch in the family will strictly prohibit family members from acting publicly. As for why... Patriarch only said that it was abiding by the family motto of a certain ancestor..." She said, thought about it and went on "However, the reason is definitely not that simple. It is said that there are two floors of secret rooms in the underground of the family mansion. The first floor can only be entered through the test of the ancestors. Inside, there is the magic book "Abatel" passed down by the Witt family for generations; and On the second level, only each generation of Patriarch is allowed to enter..."
"So, if there is an answer, it must be in those two secret rooms?" Maca thoughtfully.
"...and it's probably on the second floor." Charlotte nodded and added.
After that, the two chatted a few more casually, and they saw Maca suddenly turning around.
"McLean, did you have enough leisure time this evening? Throw business to that sneaky guy, but you are nosy around?"
It was Mad-Eye Moody who was talking, and after disappearing all night, he suddenly appeared behind Maca.
Maca greeted him with a smile, and said indifferently: "Professor Moody, I'm just using my time more efficiently! Since Tarino is at a good level of work, then I must have everything It works, right?"
"If you want me to see, you are just hanging out!" Moody leaned on a cane with a dissatisfied expression on his face.
"Okay, I believe the werewolf thing will soon..."
Maca was only halfway through the conversation, and turned his head with Moody, watching a familiar figure walk out of the alley not far away.
"Look! The person reporting the results has arrived."
"Mr. McLean, there is good news!" Tarino hurried over to a few people, and said with a smile, "I have found the stronghold where the werewolves are currently located, and within at least three days, they will not I will change to the next base at will. But..."
Speaking of this, he frowned again and said: "But Greyback is indeed not in the stronghold, and he has not left any news. The current whereabouts is unknown."
"Is the news reliable?" Maca asked immediately.
"Of course, the source is a coward who wanders on the edge of the werewolf group. He was just driven out of the group some time ago. Now hiding in Tibet, the mix is very bad...I only used two gold gallons. I got a lot of news."
Tarino said with a triumphant smile.
"In that case, I will go there for a round tomorrow night." Maca nodded clearly, and handed the deposit slip he had received directly to Tarino, "Go and cash out the rest! You don’t have to give half of it to me, just as I paid you in advance, there will definitely be tasks in the future."
"Wrap it on me!" Tarino patted his chest and said, "If you have something to do, you will be there on call!"
"It was robbed, after all, it doesn't hurt to spend it at all?" Moody said sarcastically as he watched Tarino leave behind.
"It's better to spend the ill-gotten gains earlier. It's a bit hot to keep in your hands!" Maca said jokingly.
"The junior...what ill-gotten wealth? Let's hear it?"
Wearing morning dew, the three of them walked away under the hazy sunrise, and finally disappeared at the end of the street.
……
When the Maca trio returned to Hogwarts, the little wizards had already eaten in the auditorium.
The injury on Hermione's hand has improved, but her mood still doesn't seem to recover. Ron, who was on the side, glanced at her from time to time, opened his mouth several times in a row, but couldn't say a word.
On the other side, at the long Slytherin table, Willie was eating breakfast while looking through her notes seriously.
During this period, she has been writing and drawing on that notebook, although she would post it for a while as usual from time to time, but she obviously spent more time on the notebook.
When there is no class, she will go somewhere else by herself, and she will be missing for most of the day.
It just so happens that there is no class schedule for Slytherin this morning. After slowly eating breakfast, she held her notes and a handbag, and walked towards the Astronomy Tower.
The wind is not small today. Instead of reaching the top of the tower, she sat down with a piece of parchment on an empty floor in the tower.
Immediately afterwards, she carried out a lot of things from her handbag one after another. Looking at the tools such as test tubes, crucibles, etc., she seemed to want to do some potion exercises.
However, Wei Li is not a person who is good at doing these delicate tasks, on the contrary ~ IndoMTL.com~ Her every move seems a bit clumsy.
Before doing each step, she would carefully look down at the notes, and then do it practically.
One hour, two hours...
Time flies quickly, but failure comes faster.
When the test tube exploded due to some mistakes in some steps, Willie still tidied it up blankly, and then tried again without discouragement.
It wasn't until near noon that she packed up all the tools very punctually and recorded some of the experience this time in her hand.
When everything came to an end, she went downstairs silently again and went to the auditorium for lunch.
I don't know when this kind of life has become Willie's daily life. Calm, regular, and orderly, as if she had been doing this all the time.
And today, Maca, who had just come out of the principal's room and was about to go to the auditorium for lunch, finally noticed a trace in Wei Li.
"Villy?"
Maca stopped the quiet girl who was walking up the stairs with her handbag.
"...Maca?" Willie turned her head, then stopped and looked at him calmly.
"Your sleeves are torn." Maca pointed to her a little too long sleeves of the robe, "Also, there are some...Is this a thickener?"
He stretched out his hand and twisted it on Willie's sleeve, then put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately distinguished what the slimy thing was.
"What potion are you refining?" Maca asked curiously.
Villy raised her head, looked at Maca and blinked, then said softly: "Practicing...difficult."
As always, her words are concise, but at least this time she still expresses her meaning clearly, so she won't let Macado guess. )!!