Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As soon as Maca stepped into the study, he immediately discovered the two black flame-like shadows in Voldemort's eyes.

Although it is not mentioned in detail in the "Book of Sins", this apparently inhuman characteristic is mostly related to the influence of the Bewitching Monument.

Under the silent gaze, Maca calmly walked to the end of the table and sat down, facing Voldemort at the head.

"Good evening, everyone." He even smiled at the others.

Just as the atmosphere became more dignified, Voldemort's icy gaze approached Maca.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

Voldemort's voice was still slightly hoarse, and his tone was much lower than before.

It can be seen that he is very upset now, as if it is a viper ready to go, it is possible to choose someone to eat at any time, and inject the venom in the fangs into the opponent's body unscrupulously.

But Maca still smiled, as if he didn't care about Voldemort's popularity.

"You mean the tentative plan for the second project?" He shook his head slightly, "No plan is perfect. When things changed, I prevented Barty's rebellion. I think you should thank you. I am right."

"Rebellion?" Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, and he stared at Maca and asked, "Batti Crouch Jr.?"

"Why do you think he can live until this year?" Maca chuckled, "In Azkaban, he should have died long ago, but the fact is that he is still alive..."

"...I think you already understand what's going on, don't you?"

Voldemort squinted his eyes, and the beating black flames in his pupils became more intense, showing that his inner activity was increasing.

"Is he a traitor?" Voldemort said solemnly, "Dumbledore's?"

Maca didn't answer Voldemort's rhetorical question again, but put a hand on his waist, and then slid a letter down the long table to Voldemort's front.

"Before he died, he thought that I did not belong to either of you or Dumbledore—" he said. "This is a suicide note he wrote to his father, and he entrusted me to pass it on to his father. You can have a look."

However, Voldemort did not open the envelope immediately, but reached out to hold it, his upper body leaned forward slightly, an inexplicable sense of pressure made all the Death Eaters cold behind them.

"Suicide note? Evidence?" Voldemort said coldly, "Do you think that with just a few pieces of paper and a few lines, I will believe you?"

Having said that, he couldn't help but snorted, and then continued: "Should I tell you how little Batty is..."

"Bertha Jorkins, that stupid woman from the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, am I right?" Maca chuckled and said first, "Yes, you cracked that powerful forgetting spell and got the The news that Barty was controlled at home by his father with the Imperius Curse... Well, of course, there is also a tri-final match...

"But," he said, "A piece of information that is easily delivered to the door, do you think it is more valuable than my pieces of paper? I think it's not much worse..."

Bertha Jorkins, suddenly lost contact while on vacation in Albania, this matter has been in trouble at the Ministry of Magic for a while!

At that time, Maca also remembered that there was such a thing after hearing about it.

On the opposite side, Voldemort's eyes were still cold.

He didn't say anything, but first opened the envelope and pulled out the two thin pieces of letter paper and spread them on the smooth table.

In Voldemort's reading and identification, time passed bit by bit, and the wall clock on the wall was ringing regularly, making the silence even more breathless.

In fact, there is not much reliable information in the suicide note to capture, most of which are his confession to his father.

But there is one sentence that caught Voldemort's attention:

"...Father, you must be wary of Dumbledore."

In a matter of minutes, most people seem like seconds are like years.

after all,

Finally, Voldemort finished reading the suicide note, and then he threw the letter paper aside.

The young Voldemort was handsome, with upright features, even though the black flames in his pupils were now looming, it added an evil charm to him.

At this moment, the young Dark Lord frowned slightly, with a trace of clarity on his face.

"...Be wary of Dumbledore." He chewed this sentence lightly, and he felt more and more real the letter brought him.

For people like Tom Riddle, he can understand the so-called "good and evil", but the "fraternity" like Dumbledore's is an existence that he simply cannot understand.

So, what is the significance of Dumbledore's various actions in his opinion?

There is no doubt that it is "hypocrisy"!

Maca's so-called "suicide note" is just talking nonsense throughout, and only the sentence Voldemort noticed is what he really wants to see for Voldemort.

And just such a specious sentence just confirmed Voldemort's speculation on Dumbledore.

"Huh, what a rebellion, it seems that Old Barty has some useful value..." Voldemort said in a sharp tone, "So, Barty Jr was going to block your internal response?"

Maca shook his head and said: "He was indeed urged by Dumbledore and intended to obstruct me, but I found out... But in the game, I was hit by Dumbledore's back hand and was trapped. Deep in the maze."

Even the audience doesn't know exactly what's going on in the maze, and now it's not up to him to make up whatever he wants.

Voldemort closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, but just when everyone thought that the matter was almost finalized, they saw him suddenly open his eyes and grabbed his wand and a green light shot towards Maca.

How powerful the deterrent effect of the Death Eater was, at this moment, it was fully revealed on the bleak green faces of all Death Eaters.

This green magical beam of light was too fast, and the distance between the two ends of the long table was not far away. Before anyone else had even had time to think, the beam of light had cut through the air and came to Maca.

But Maca seemed to have been waiting for this lightning strike.

Seeing that his wand was already in his hand, he suddenly lifted his hand back, and a slightly invisible regular rune flashed across the tip of the wand.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present felt a chill deep into the bone marrow very intuitively.

Frosty, snow-white frost!

Those ice crystals and frost formed by condensation of water vapor in the air, centered on the tip of the Maca wand, spread extremely quickly to the long table, the ground, the bookshelf, the sofa, and even the roof...

In the blink of an eye, half of the study room where Maca was located was shrouded in a dense layer of frost.

And the green light beam of the life-threatening curse, which was the key object, had been rapidly frozen on the long table at this moment, and the crystal-clear icicle quickly spread to Voldemort in an instant.

Voldemort reacted quickly. He hurriedly flicked his wand and stopped the killing spell.The green icicles fell on the long table one by one, breaking into pieces of ice.

Compared with the original use of Phoenician magic text to force the mobilization of the rule rune, this time the application method really allows the rule rune that represents cooling to play its due effect.

The rule that even the flow of magic power can be cooled and frozen is undoubtedly extremely powerful.Correspondingly, when using regular runes, Maca's mana consumption is really not that big.

The magic power he expended just like that was enough to be worth the amount of three or five life-killing spells.

Although deterrence is still more than use value, it is time for him to wonder how to increase his magic reserve.

But there is no doubt that, just this moment, he definitely made everyone including Voldemort feel great pressure.

What level of power is this that will almost cover most of the study room with a layer of white frost in an instant?

The Death Eaters couldn't help but look up, and those who were close to Maca patted the frost and snow on their bodies, the shock and fear in their eyes were beyond words.

But Voldemort didn't say a word at this time, he just stared at Maca's eyes firmly, as if trying to see something in it.

But Maca still smiled, sitting calmly in the chair and letting Voldemort look at him.

"This is... what power?"

From Voldemort's hoarse voice, Maca could hear the deeply hidden desire.

"Before answering your question, I think I need to ask you a question first--" He smiled and said, "Dark Lord, is your hometown way of greeting you by using the Avada Spell on the guests?"

In fact, Maca knew very well that the reason why Voldemort was suddenly upset was simply to try it.

If he didn't take it, he would die if he died, Voldemort wouldn't care much; but if he reluctantly took it or avoided it, it would be a very good disarm.

But Voldemort did not expect that Maca could easily fight him, and the momentum was not normal.

This... is a bit embarrassing.

However, Voldemort, who has the Bewitching Tablet as his hole card, did not think he would really be unstoppable.But at least, in his eyes, Maca already has the ability to talk to him on an equal footing.

In this regard, even if Voldemort didn't want to admit it, he was still a little more cautious in his subconscious mind than before.

"No..." Voldemort said with a rare smile, "I just want to confirm whether you have the strength to be my ally."

Maca nodded and put his wand aside.

"In that case, we should also talk... about the specifics of the final event of the Triwizard Tournament..."