Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Maca stared at the unmoving cardboard curtain, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate it, pointing straight at the person hiding behind.

It was extremely dim in the shed right now, and it was difficult to see the depths with the naked eye if it was farther away.Most people usually turn on bright lights, but Maca doesn't care about it because he doesn't need to see too clearly.

The other party was obviously indifferent to his kind reminder, and he didn't even move it.Perhaps the other party is still holding a slight fluke, expecting Maca to just cheat.

Of course, it's more likely that the other party doesn't want to move at all, because no matter what, the result will be the same.Any one of this group of Death Eaters had at least several lives in their hands, and the fate after being captured can be imagined.

For a while, there was no other sound except for the sea wind roaring outside the shed.All Maca can hear is his own heartbeat...maybe the other party's.

"Bellatrix, is that you?" he asked calmly.

After experiencing the previous suicide explosion, he has been a lot more careful.These desperadoes can cast secret methods even when they are locked in their bodies. It is extremely difficult to capture them alive.

"Maca McLean?"

Probably thinking that it is really meaningless to keep silent, the other party finally said aloud, but Maca was taken aback when he heard it.He thought that with the illusion of his comrades breaking out in the last place, Bellatrix would be the central man with a secret mission, but the result was beyond his expectation.

What he heard was a slightly hoarse and deep male voice!

"Yes, I am McLean." Maca nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, "Who are you? Dolohov? Lukewood? Rabastan? Rodofs?"

He reported several names in a row, each of which was the guy he brought out from Azkaban.Most of the Death Eaters were returned to Azkaban afterwards, but some remained with Voldemort until the end, and were only given a pot by the Order of the Phoenix team not long ago. .

However, the names he reported did not belong to the man standing behind the paper curtain.

The other party was silent for a while, and then he replied: "Cyril—Cyril Yaxley, it's an honor to see you, Mr. McLean."

Before he could say anything, he walked out like that as a sound of the friction of leather shoes stepping on the hard ground.

"Yaxley?" Maca thought for a while, and quickly found some information that could be used as a reference from the depths of his mind, "Talk about it! What can you tell me? You should understand, There is still the whole family behind you, there is no reason to bother with Voldemort, who has failed again."

As he said, Yaxley is also a family of pure-blood wizards with some background in the British magical world.

However, in today's magical world, this once prosperous family has been quite decayed.Especially in recent generations, the proportion of women born is still quite large, and there is almost no other way except to strengthen the blood relationship with other families.

Back then, this Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's pedigree argument. After considering the benefits and opportunities for their family, he turned to the Dark Lord.

But when Voldemort fell for the first time, he, like Lucius Malfoy, managed to ask for the fate of being thrown into Azkaban and lurked unharmed.He waited until Voldemort's sudden resurrection, and when the Dark Mark burned his arm, he returned to Voldemort's hands again.

And now, Voldemort is down again, and logically speaking, he really does not need to continue to help Voldemort perform this last task.

But for Maca’s crucial persuasion and temptation,

"Mr. McLean," he said expressionlessly, "seriously, I admire you very much. No one can push the Dark Lord to that extent, and it's still a black who is several times stronger than last time. Devil...I know, standing here to meet you today, I'm afraid it will be the last time I have freedom."

"Really?" Maca looked at Yaxley standing in the shadow, and smiled nonchalantly. "It may be a good thing to get compliments from others, but I am not so much now. Talk to you'friendly' more time."

As he said, he paused for a while, but added a little more emphasis: "Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to procrastinate? I think... please put down the suitcase you are holding. Neither you nor it can do without this room."

"Do you really think so? Mr. McLean?" Yaxley's eyes suddenly became sharp, his muscles were tight, and he instantly transformed from an elegant and calm family head to a beast.

But Maca shook his head flatly.

"Don't do such unnecessary things," he pointed out directly, "Your expression is very realistic, but your wand is not in your hand-are you planning to use the Wandless Curse against me?"

"Okay... okay, all right!" Yaxley nodded, maybe he didn't want to put on a sullen face anymore, he sighed slightly, "Every one of us already knows your strength very well. No, I’m afraid this can’t be said to be “knowing your strength”, but to understand the “gap” between us and you... You say I can’t escape, I’m completely acceptable, and... I Think so too."

"Since you understand--" "No, wait a moment."

Maca obviously didn't want to continue this conversation, but Yaxley interrupted him first, with a strange expression on his face.

"Mr. McLean, I do understand that I can't get out of here..." he said, lifting the suitcase in his hand and shook it. "It can't get out either, yes... But I think I still have a chance to be here. You ruined it before you did it, didn't you?"

"You can try." Maca didn't take out his staff, and looked at each other with his hands down, but his confidence was fully revealed. "You can destroy it first, or I can take it first. bet."

"No, no, no, I don't want to bet on this kind of thing with my life... and I don't need to bet either," Yaxley waved his hand, but the suitcase was always held tightly in his other one. In his hand, "Mr. McLean, as far as I know, you are a very trustworthy young wizard-then now, I think you and I can make a simple deal."

When Maca heard this, he was a little surprised.Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other party should be someone who needs to take care of his family and family, he felt that this man might not really be so loyal to Voldemort.

But after the delay just now, this thought of him has been completely erased from his mind.

Now, what can I do with this guy?

"Go ahead!"

Maca lifted his chin and motioned to him to let him go.As for whether he believes it or not, that is not what Yaxley can manage.

"This deal is like this—" Yaxley didn't procrastinate this time. Instead, he gently placed the suitcase in his hand on the ground in front of him. "Mr. McLean, from you Just now I just asked me to put down this suitcase, you can know that you have already understood the task assigned to me by the Dark Lord. Although I don’t know where you learned it, I have to admit that your information is difficult to be accurate. Imagine..."

"But, it doesn't really matter." He paused, then continued, "I just want to say-leave the box for you, can you let me leave here?"

For Yaxley's words, Maca did not show any expression.

Although he learned some fragmented information from Pansy Parkinson by accident, what was in the suitcase was always his guess.There might be a key item left by Voldemort, or it might be a large space, which he didn't know.

But even if Maca didn't know it, it didn't prevent him from pretending that he knew very well.

"As long as it's true, I think it's not a big deal to let you go." Maca calmly said, "Since you have known me, you should also understand that I have no interest in your life, life and whereabouts. If so I can get what I want, even if it is for me to personally send you away from the Auror's pursuit, it is not a big deal."

"No, you don't need to do that step..." Obviously, Yaxley was moved by Maca's words, which can be heard from his slightly slowed speech, "I just want you to stop Keep chasing me, that's enough. Now that Dumbledore is dead, I won't worry about anyone else finding me so easily."

"It's up to you! Then you can go now..."

Maca nodded casually, gave a step to the side, and even waved his hand by the way, pushing the wooden door of the shed completely open.The sea breeze outside came in.The salty taste is now equivalent to the taste of freedom.

Under Maca's gaze, Yaxley picked up the suitcase and slowly moved it from the innermost side, and then placed it carefully at Maca's feet.At the same time, his gaze stayed on Maca's body, as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his ass, walking backwards outside the door.

Maca didn't move, he just watched quietly as Yaxley stepped back inch by inch, and his hands hanging beside him didn't move at all.

But at the moment when Yaxley retreated to the door, he was staring at Maca, but suddenly he felt a sudden flower!

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