Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Next to a wide and straight street, a large house with a garden was sitting 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 Xi Hui, but it was obviously well maintained.

At this moment, a man wrapped in a cloak fell from the sky on a flying broomstick and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.

"Boom boom boom."

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, a hint of arrogance in the calm.

"You, please wait..." the house elf replied softly, and then carefully closed the door again.

After a short while, the house elf returned.

"Who are you..." It said tremblingly, "If there is no appointment, I 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 did not dare to make any rude gestures, and could only use a sharp voice continuously and intermittently. Explaining something.

Probably because the movement of the elves was a bit louder, just when they stepped on the carpet to 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 quite arrogant, he looked at the uninvited guest coldly and asked loudly Tao.

"Naturally it is me," the visitor tore off the hood on his head, "Although I roughly talked about my name with you, I haven't introduced myself formally... 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, was a set of exquisite wizard robes he had made for himself with the basilisk material.In the setting sun outside the window, it exudes a faint dark green, which looks quite strange.

"Is your father here? Take me to see you."

The last second was so polite, but the next second was an indisputable tone, which made people wonder what his attitude was.

"..."

When Leo Avery saw him, his heart started to get frizzy-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 upstairs, accompanied by an unhurried footstep.

"Since I'm here, that's the guest..." Old Avery was talking, and he walked down the stairs the next moment. "Leo, what are you doing there? Don't invite Mr. McLean to the reception room for a drink. Hot tea?"

Said it was old Avery, but in fact it was only used to distinguish him from his son, and his age was about the same as Ernie's father.It's just that his son was born earlier, and Lev is a few years older than Maca.

Old Avery was 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 background, and this is particularly prominent among pure-blood wizards.

"Please!" Old Avery stretched out his hand to invite, "Lev was impolite that day, please don't mind... please..."

Under the leadership of Old Avery, Maca followed to the reception room on the side of the hall.

The two sit opposite each other,

Although the two parties have no friendship, the guess of one party and the purpose of the other party made this conversation quite smooth.

When invisible benefits are in front of you, even if there is only possibility, it will not make the conversation person feel any boredom.

"...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... Mr. McLean Can you tell me what your family is..."

Maca took a sip of tea calmly, and finally 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. This is his old line. "But...some small things can still be displayed. A moment."

As he spoke, he drew his wand out, shaking it casually.

Suddenly, a black mist skeleton emerged from the tip of the rod.This time, both Avery and his son felt the shock in their souls, but the magic of the old Avery was deeper, and Maca's casual display only made him dazed.

But Lev, who was sitting on the side, trembled suddenly, 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 with the harmless soul shock, psychological fear is the root cause of Lev's panic.

"This is... the Dark Mark?" Old Avery asked with a trembling eyes widened.

"Of course not," Maca squeezed out a cold smile and said calmly, "but I have to say that I do have such a little friendship with the Dark Lord..."

Of course he had "friendship" with Voldemort, but old Avery had no way of knowing whether the relationship was 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, adding to her tone.

"The Dark Lord wants to know that when he comes back, his old friends are still not by his side."

Although the tone was still very calm, the meaning contained in his words made old Avery a little frightened.

He hesitated, holding back for a while before tentatively saying: "So, I...what should I do?"

At this moment, Maca stared at Old Avery's eyes 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.

After a long time, Maca leaned back on the sofa, and her tone softened again: "This is just a reminder. I'm here this time. There are some minor things that need your cooperation."

To be honest, when the atmosphere eased again, even with the deepness 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 is Lucius Malfoy. He really thinks that with those little tricks, Dumbledore's status can be broken? There is not so much time for him to play something step by step. Thirteen years, what has he done? "Maca spread out her 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..." Old Everett paused and swallowed his words again. "Yes, I understand. I'll talk to Lucius."

"Remember, don't talk to anyone about me until the Dark Lord comes back." Maca said flatly, "If Malfoy asks, just ask him, is the diary still in—"

Having said that, Maca sneered: "I believe he will understand."

Afterwards, Maca refused old Avery’s invitation to dinner and went back to Hogwarts in the nightfall that had just fallen.

To say that he made a rash visit this time, and he fudged with great effort, naturally, it was not just for Buckbeak's business.To put it bluntly, it was just incidental, and to bury a stepping stone in Voldemort's power first, this was his real goal.

Now that 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 others, 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 approached a little bit, the entire Gryffindor Yard became 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!

What's more, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch Cup after the Maca's glory.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.

The hostility between Harry and Malfoy had reached its highest point a few days ago.

Before in Hogsmeade Village, Harry threw a lot of mud at Malfoy with the convenience of the invisibility cloak. Malfoy was very angry about it; what made him even more annoyed was that Harry managed to escape punishment!

Harry did not forget Malfoy's attempt to frame him in their match against Ravenclaw, and Barkerbek's 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.

"Pigs might fly (Pigs might fly)?" Harry's puzzled expression was beyond words.