Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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In the middle of the next night, Maca looked at Moody, who was slamming with crutches all the way around, not knowing what to say.

"I have to stare at you." Moody paused hard on 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 curse still hit.

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

"At least it won't alarm the enemy 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 he paused hard on the crutches, but this time there was no "pop" sound.

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

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

But 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 vividly.

The old and the 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 shouted over there.

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

"Mr. McLean, you... why 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 "criminal name" is simply that 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, but Tarino looked cowered.If anyone who didn't know saw this scene, they would probably treat Moody 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 as a thief. Xiao Mo will not be interested."

"Well, by the way... I'm here to collect new news from this period of time. How is the situation going forward?" He then asked.

Tarino looked at Moody in an uneasy look, and when he saw that he was still staring at him, he contracted his neck involuntarily.

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

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

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

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

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

Now it seems that it might be Fenrir the werewolf.

He hasn't planned to completely turn his face with Voldemort now,

"Tarino, do you know the location of the werewolves' stronghold?" Maca thought for a while and asked again.

"Knowing or knowing—those guys are crying and howling as soon as the night of the full moon arrives, who can they hide? But because of this, they have many strongholds, and they may not find the right place for a while." Reno spread out his hand.

Maca nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly changed the subject.

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

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

"Don't be so low, I can hear it." Moody, who had been watching cold-eyed, suddenly said, "Just that dirty place, you were still in the womb when I went!"

With Moody's ability and high mobility, many people will 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.

At 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 everywhere." Moody said impatiently, "It’s not clean to destroy...Like the patchouli in the old house, for a while. Time will breed again and continue to erode the foundations of houses."

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

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

After all, he turned around and left this alley.

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

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 then again, turning into an ordinary black mask.

"Tarino, lead the way!" Maca urged, "I would like to see the'dirty broken place' 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 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 to the half-round bright moon outside the window.

The moonlight like silver shavings shone down, illuminating the half of the pretty face under the wide pointed hat.

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

Before long, a cool night breeze blew in from the window, and gently moved 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 a picture 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." Villinner chewed the word, his delicate little face lost in confusion.

This was what her father told her, 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 is "dare".

What she can bring to the people around her is destined to be only disaster.

Wei Li stared at the bright moon outside the window, as calm and lonely as before, without any sense of existence.Even if someone walks by in the common room now, I am afraid it might 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 wizard family full of history that she was in.

Therefore, even if her appearance is so beautiful that Fleur Delacour is incomparable, 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.

Both Muggles and wizards are full of affection for this quiet and wide river.It is precisely because of its existence that the United Kingdom and the British magic world have become one of the major centers of Europe.

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

"...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 crazy-eyed people say it...you know !"

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