Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Bellatrix was taken away by Maca, and along with them there was the suitcase that was the center of the entire escape.The only ones left were the Aurors staring in a daze.

Kingsley walked away temporarily, because just now, he received a call from the other two teams.

"Boss, look at this—"

In a snowy forest on the outskirts of Stifki Town, the two Auror teams who had gone to chase the Death Eaters had gathered here, and their gains were just "resting" in front of them. On a small glade.

Including the scorched corpse found in the town and Yaxley who was hit by a powerful coma spell, the twelve Death Eaters who had previously sat around a table in the suitcase space, no more than no less , It's all here.

It's just that the ten Death Eaters who pretended to break through that they found just now were a bit strange.No, if I have to say anything, the Aurors all think that everything that has happened since this evening is strange.

But at least, they didn't expect that they would find ten stone statues when they were hunting down criminals who were running away!These stone statues have different shapes, either rushing or running, each one is alive and looks like a real person.

Ok!They are real human beings-after all, the Aurors who are standing here now are all Aurors who deal with black wizard cases. How could they not know that these Death Eaters were petrified?

However, they were all desperadoes who had fled to different directions, but they were all petrified by unknown objects at almost the same time. This fact seemed quite unacceptable.

"Hmm..." Kingsley raised his eyebrows, and then silently nodded, "Anyway, it is great to be able to catch all of them without error. As long as the result is good, isn't it enough?"

"But—" a young Auror scratched his scalp. "Boss, you say...we all came out with the belief that we would sacrifice at some point! Before today, If anyone tells me that I can take a walk and catch all the Death Eaters, I must throw him into Azkaban! Isn't that a joke..."

"Then do you want to continue the investigation, or do you feel relieved to go back and receive the bonus?" Another older Auror asked with a smile.

"You are insulting me!" The young Auror squeezed his neck and glared at the predecessor. "You wait! If the bonus is not enough to quell my blood, wait for a treat! Three broomsticks , Golden rum in oak barrels!"

When the old Auror heard the words, instead of being angry, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, you will be a competent Auror in the future." He continued to smile with a smile. "Young man, you are very suitable for us."

"Ahem -" Kingsley couldn't stand it anymore, he coughed dryly, and then said solemnly, "Anyway, it is enough to report the situation on the spot as usual. As for whether the case will be reopened for investigation, it is not our control. It's up. Bring them all on and close the team!"

After that, he waved his hand, and then Apparated back to the location just now to continue investigating the situation.

...

On the other side, the basement of Old Black House.

The dungeon, which is rarely used, has welcomed a new guest this time.Bellatrix was bound with his hands by the chains that Maca had personally applied magic to. The magic in his body seemed to have disappeared completely, completely silent, not to mention any secret magic, even the natural fluctuations of magic in his body. There is no trace.

"Open your eyes! You are awake, there is no need to pretend that you are unconscious."

In front of the fallen Bellatrix, Maca and Sirius stood there.The expressions of the two of them are different, one face is calm but the other is full of disgust, and what they represent are two completely different views of the Death Eaters.

Some wizards hate Death Eaters, the assholes that disrupt the magical world.Most of these people were directly or indirectly affected by Voldemort’s appearance.

And some wizards don't have much feeling for them, which just reflects people's habit and standpoint that people have nothing to do with themselves.Perhaps because of this, Voldemort was able to take advantage of it.

In fact, Maca should belong to the latter.It was only because of various opportunities that he had to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort, instead of standing aside as an ordinary spectator.

Under Maca's advice, Bellatrix didn't install it anymore.She opened her eyes abruptly, got up and stared at Maca with a cold expression, but soon turned her gaze to Sirius again.

Just as Sirius hated his cousin, Bellatrix was also blind to this "pure-blood shame" cousin.If possible, she will even get rid of it at the right time.

Fundamentally speaking, Sirius is indeed a very typical "family misfortune".As a descendant of a family of pure blood wizards, and also the last male of the surname Black, he, a non-purebloodist, is obviously an unqualified family heir.

"Sirius," Maca suddenly turned her head, with a subtle expression on her face, "I think that the American sisters are actually pretty good, or just find a time to pick one and watch everywhere?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius twitched his mouth and asked dryly.

Maca shrugged and handed him a "you can figure it out" expression.When Sirius and Bellatrix were a little puzzled by his words, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the latter.

"Bellatrix!"

With a sudden shout, it is often easy to scare others.Even if the other party's nerves are relatively large, at least it will subconsciously attract the other party's attention and line of sight for an instant.

At the moment when the two eyes met, Maca skillfully cast a silent chanting spell.

The time to read the memory is fleeting, and the flow of thinking is usually faster than ordinary people think.Only a few seconds later, Maca had already looked away from him.

"How? What the hell are they doing?" Sirius asked, regardless of Bellatrix's anger on his face.

But Maca looked a little hesitant. He glanced at the mad woman sitting on the cold ground in amazement, opened his mouth and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Sirius frowned.

Maca shook his head. He didn't know how to say it, let alone whether to say it.

"Unexpectedly," Maca immersed in thought for a long time before turning to Bellatrix again. "If I didn't go today, no one would know about this, right? But you did, Is it really good?"

Of course Bellatrix heard Maca's words, but she didn't seem to have heard them, and didn't say a word.She just stared at Maca, still with anger on her face, and even a hint of the usual madness.

Sirius looked at the two of them back and forth, as if they felt that they were playing a riddle, and he was confused.But after experiencing so many things, he still respects Maca's choice.If the other party doesn't say anything, he won't be able to keep asking.

"Bellatrix," Maca judged her in her heart again when she saw that she was not speaking, and then said again, "I don't need to tell you about this, but I have to get what you left there. Go. Let me ask you a question here, because after all you are... I believe you understand, you have only one choice."

Upon hearing these words from Maca, Bellatrix finally had a reaction other than glare.She saw a slight change in her expression, and a faint trace of complexity flashed in her eyes as she watched Maca.

"...You have said so clearly, do I have any other choice?"

At this time, her voice looked a little hoarse, and there was also a kind of pain that was rare in her.This mad witch, who has always enjoyed torturing people, would show such an expression, at least Sirius who was watching from the side was completely stunned.

"You will be thankful for your decision today." Maca nodded and said.

...

At the same time Sirius felt completely inexplicable for the sight in front of him, in the small town of Wells on the coast of Norfolk, a young Muggle woman was opening her door and walking inside.

"Sarah?" A male voice rang from the second floor, with a clear and sunny voice, "Is Sarah you? Didn't you just go to the convenience store to buy sweets? Why did you come back so late?"

"Candy? What are you talking about, dear?" The young woman called Sarah was puzzled. "I went for a walk with our baby! Look, how happy is she?"

"What? What baby? Are you on earth--"

With a sound of "chuch" coming downstairs, a rather handsome young man went downstairs like a gust of wind, and then stopped in astonishment.

"Child? Where did you get it from?" he said in amazement.

"Where did you get it from?" Sarah gave her her newlywed husband a glance, "Are you confused? This is our Delphi! Tell you not to go out to sea at night, look, you sleep well The sky is dim, and I don’t even know my own daughter!"

"you you--"

The young man's face changed for a while. After several "you" came out in a row, he seemed to understand something, his eyes widened.

"It seems that I really shouldn't go fishing at night," he gritted his teeth. "Good! Very good! It's amazing!"

When the young and handsome man shouted loudly, the child in Sarah's arms suddenly burst into tears, and the clear voice resounded throughout the living room.On the child's neck, a string of silver necklaces faintly flashed a purple-black streamer.