Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Mr. Witte, have we finally met again?"

Standing by the door of the side hall, Maca looked at the old wizard with white beard standing at the front and greeted casually.

There were a lot of people in the hall right now, all of them wearing robes and holding magic wands, and the members in the front row pointed their wands directly at the location of Maca.

There is no doubt that as long as Maca shows hostility, it will usher in a large number of spells.

"Mr. McLean...or should I call you'Mr. Diher'?"

Old Witt did not raise his staff as alert as the other family members. He just hung his hands on his side and his eyes directly met Maca's scrutiny.

Obviously, the expressions of the two of them didn't have too much hostility, but if there was a real sight in their eyes, I am afraid that a dazzling fire would have been rubbed between them long ago.

"Actually, it's not impossible," Maca shrugged indifferently. "Isn't I'Dieher' or not, do you still care now?"

"Huh," Old Werther said with a light smile, "I don't care. Because I want to know who gave you the courage to not only break into my Werth family, but also destroy my family mansion without authorization?"

When Maca heard the words, he suddenly put away the sloppy expression on his face, saying:

"This is a good question, because I'm just about to ask you a question," he paused. "Mr. Witte, I want to know now, has the'Despicable Helbo' already here? You have to understand, I The "guts" who came to "interfere" without saying hello this time were what he gave me."

Hearing the name "Despicable Helbo", no matter how deep the old Witte City Mansion was, his eyes flashed suddenly.

You know, he was just talking face to face with the person with that name!

Fortunately, not overly expressing the inner fluctuations, this is the ability that a good leader must possess.Under Maca's uninterrupted gaze, Old Werther did not appear more abnormal.

"Despicable Helbo?" He said indifferently. "Isn't that the dark wizard who was wiped out by Mr. Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago? How can people who have died appear again? Speaking of us The Werther family is even more nonsense—"

"If you only use this kind of reason to prevaricate my question," the old Patriarch frowned slightly, "It's a pity that you are less and less good at making excuses than you were a few years ago."

However, when Maca on the other side saw this, he nodded to himself.

"So that's it, have you already been here?"

He muttered to himself in a volume that most people present can hear.

"Unexpectedly, this Haierbo followed the road as soon as he smelled it...Is his nose better than Hagrid's teeth?"

While making such mockery, Maca's gaze swept across the side hall quickly, and her sensing ability was also used.But no matter how he observed, he didn't find the slightest change.

Also, how can you find that guy just by such naive means?

"But, try it at no cost." He smiled casually and muttered to himself.

However, the big fish Haierbo did not get out, but instead blew up a group of unknown salted fish.

Those members of the Werther family listened to him as if they were talking to themselves, no matter whether they understood the content or not, at least the irony in the tone was real.

At this moment, the magic wands of various textures and materials protruded out, and they all pointed towards Maca.Seeing the momentum, it would take Old Werther to wave his hand and dozens of spells to go straight to Maca.

Unfortunately, the old Witte, who was the commander tower, couldn't get excited.

He knew that Haierbo might not be out of the crowd at this moment.If Maca finds something wrong, the Werther family will have to face the pressure of the International Wizarding Federation.

Yes, as far as the Charlotte incident, they may still have some reason.But if someone finds that there is an intersection with Helbo,

"Well, presumably Mr. Witte, you won't admit this," Maca suddenly said again, "It's okay! I only hope that your family can take the initiative to hand over the magic book "Abatel" first- "

"Do you know what stupid things you are talking about?" When Old Witt heard this, he suddenly became angry, and he couldn't help but scolded, "Funny!"

But Maca waved his hand then, beckoning him not to worry.

"I haven't finished yet!" He calmly said, "You don't want to let me handle it. You can go directly to the Wizarding Federation, and let the Federation help your family temporarily protect..."

"In fact, the most important thing is the part about'Summoning', isn't it?"

Maca’s words indirectly showed what he meant.Others may not understand, but the old Werther, as the owner of the family, can understand.

To put it bluntly, Maca is only worried about one thing-he thinks Haierbo will want to use the demon summoning and demon sacrifices in "Abatyr" to obtain a powerful body to revive himself.

In fact, as early as a thousand years ago, Helbo did this, but unfortunately there was a Godric Gryffindor with a protagonist template in that era!

But now, in this modern magic world where most wizards have never even heard of ancient summoning, the deterrence of those powerful and unknown ancient magic is simply unimaginable.

However, can the old Witte hand over the "Abatel" in the family?

His answer is-yes!

"In order to avoid suspicion, I can consider giving "Abatel" to the International Wizarding Federation. But before I talk about it, I must tell you another thing."

The old Patriarch suddenly calmed down again, with a serious expression on his face:

"Over the past thousand years, our Werther family has not had any contact with the "despicable Helbo" you call. And... are you sure that the most evil and powerful Helbo in history has not died? It has even appeared. Up?"

If there is no sufficient evidence at hand, and the Werther family insists that they have never seen Helbo, Maca can't actually force the poop on their heads.

In order to maintain basic order, the world still pays attention to conclusive evidence after all.

"Well, about the current situation of Helbo, I have written to the International Wizarding Federation before I came here. This is not a trivial matter. How can I talk nonsense here..."

"In that case, I will wait for the people from the Federation to come, and then have specific discussions with them." Old Werther said, his tone turned cold again, "...As for you, I think we have nothing to say. Leave the compensation for my family mansion, and then immediately go back and send my people back!"

When Maca saw the other party, he wanted to turn the question back to himself. He just wanted to say something, but suddenly he was preempted by another voice.

"Witt, if you want me to see... you don't have to."

Upon hearing this sentence, the other members of the Werther family were surprised, as if they were wondering who was interjecting at this time.But at the same time, the faces of Maca and the old Patriarch suddenly changed.

Maca's expression looked a little surprised, while Old Werther looked more like "terrified".

"you--"

Witte’s old Patriarch’s words just took off when he was interrupted by that voice again.

"Maca McLean, we meet again."

This was what Maca said to the old Witt at the beginning. Unexpectedly, it was not long after this, but he heard these words from others.

"Hailbo, why are you willing to come out?" Maca looked up and looked in the direction of the corridor from afar, "I thought you would get mixed up in the crowd until I got out by myself!"

"Hum hum……"

Immediately, in a slight sneer, the slightly old figure separated from the crowd and walked out.That is still Barno, the steward of the Witt family, yes, at least his body is right.

"McLean, aren't you very wise? Then you might as well guess, why did I choose to take the initiative to show my identity?"

There was a frivolity on the old Barno's face. Although it seemed that the action was a little slow, the two strongest guys present at the moment-Maca and Old Werther, were afraid to underestimate them.

"You ask me?" Maca twitched the corner of his mouth, "How do I know?"

After all, he glanced at Old Witt suddenly, his eyes seemed to have something special.

"You actually want to ask him by my mouth?"

Seeing Maca's unexplained gaze flicked towards him, a faint of coolness rose behind the old Patriarch Witt.He soon realized that Maca was right-Helbo was just forcing him.

If it were to be more complete, it would be that Helbo wanted to completely cut off the back of their Werther family.After Haierbo's appearance, they had no choice but to follow Haierbo.

"You are really smart," Helbo tweaked the short beard on his chin and said expressionlessly, "Witt, don't blame me. Who told this Maca McLean in front of you to be so-excellent? For? To ensure that I can enjoy the world better, your presence is essential."

While seemingly inadvertently threatening, Haierbo's eyes flowed slightly, scanning back and forth on Maca.But in his mind, more is thinking about another thing.

If there is anything in this world that he least wants to see, it must be the sharp sword of Gryffindor back then.

If that thing is used properly, its power is amazing. Even if he can continue to resurrect, he will die if nothing happens.

And not long ago, Helbo, who was in Harry's body, discovered that the thing was still in Hogwarts!And it seems that Harry Potter can at least hold it in his hand!

"Witt," Halbo let go of his thoughts, and urged suddenly, "Tell me your answer!"

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