Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"It's almost time, call that'Asaph' over!"

On the second floor of the basement chamber of the Witte mansion, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, passing by the ears of two Witte family members who were waiting outside.

"I'm going to convey to the Patriarch."

One of them leaned back immediately, and then raised his leg and walked towards the stairs outside.The other one still stood outside the door of the stone room and didn't dare to move, but couldn't help but sneak a glance into the stone room.

With just a quick glance, he closed his gaze back, straightened his waist and stood firmly on his heels.It's just that the picture from the moment just now has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"call--"

He closed his eyes tightly and breathed out as lightly as possible.

Since the old Patriarch left this secret room, how many people have been sent in?

Five or ten?Or twenty?

He didn't count, and he didn't have the interest to count... In fact, he didn't feel much about it at the beginning. After all, in this black market almost every day people lose their lives for various reasons.

And the people who were sent into this stone room today were nothing more than insignificant people who were temporarily sent out by the old Patriarch and captured.

But when he found that the number of people sent in was gradually increasing, and there was still no tendency to stop at all, even if he asked himself that he was not a good person, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What happened there?

This is why he couldn't help but want to take a glance.

But now, he could see it, but he still didn't understand what the person who occupied the old Barno's body was doing.

Or, why would that guy want to kill so many people?

On the floor of the stone room, there were people lying all over the place.Those men and women obviously had no breath, scattered like discarded toys.

There are no bloody limbs as expected, and no hideous and terrifying faces. Only the cold air seems to be portraying that kind of creepy silence.

And he, who had been guarding the door from the beginning, didn't even know how those people died.

As he withdrew his gaze and returned to the posture of standing against the wall, the eyes inside opened suddenly, and he glanced at the door of the secret room blankly.

"That young man, the seals made this time are much stronger than those in the underground palace...Huh, is it a very novel magic circle?"

Helbo quietly muttered to himself.

"In that case, let the Devouring Mirror temporarily leave it to you for safekeeping..."

...

"Miss Miriam, are you sure that the summoning of "Abatyr" is one volume, and the rest is still in the hands of your'Grandpa Lavin'?"

"Anyway, the effect of the medicine has passed. You may not believe what I say... Also, you are not allowed to call the boss by that name!"

As Milian said, the effect of Veritaserum has completely disappeared, and Maca has no plans to use it again.But he was still asking questions one after another, which made Millie's heart secretly puzzled.

However, what makes her most relieved now is that Maca just didn't lead her to say something that should not be said.

For example, the detailed location of the boss at present; for example, the specific task content of Asaph.

Well, although she has almost said all the experiences of her life till now... you know, even if Asaph or even the boss asks about some things, she will never say it.

Even these things are mostly irrelevant past events.

"Oh, no," Maca smiled casually, "I can believe what you say... Look! I still stay here to chat with you, isn't this the best proof? ?"

Miriam leaned against the wall of the tunnel with her mouth pursed.

"What do you want to do? I wish you could leave soon!" she said in an angry manner.

But Maca, who was also leaning against the brick wall, chuckled and shook his head.

"You want me to go? Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows slightly. "If I leave now, there is only one place to go-don't you still expect me to squat in front of the Witt family to guard Mr. Asaph?"

"If you want to go, go...no, you are not allowed to go!" Miriam changed her words rather awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she said it, the more it felt wrong.

Logically speaking, Macaco is her and Asaph's enemy.

But when Maca guessed that they were going to win over the two families of Witte and Augustine to deal with them, they could still talk to her so casually, which made her quite puzzled.

And now, she actually made the naive remarks of "no go" that made people laugh.

"I, I mean... what the hell do you mean?" Miriam turned her head abruptly again, staring at Maca as if she was a little irritated, "You neither kill my enemy nor kill me The heir of the Augustine family on the ground, you won’t even go to Asaph—"

"I said," Maca spread her hands and interrupted her, "Do you want me to sabotage your companion's actions that way?"

"I'm asking you, what are you thinking!" Milian bit her lower lip suddenly and couldn't help saying, "Or, do you just want to humiliate me in this way!"

Her voice spread in this uninhabited alley, and it spread to a place deeper than here.Obviously, she yelled a little too loudly.

"Hush--" Maca motioned to her to lighten, but then smiled nonchalantly, "If you think I am humiliating you... Well, I don't mind you thinking about it like this."

Seeing Maca's indifferent face and the seemingly nonchalant smile on his face, Miriam couldn't help feeling a bit of disgust.But at the next moment, she seemed to remember something, and her face suddenly became subtle again.

"Could it be... Are you sympathetic to my life experience?"

Probably Maca didn't expect that she would say such a sentence, and she was startled.

Yes, the life of this Miss Miriam is indeed very sad, but has there ever been such a pathetic life lacking in this world?

Not to mention others, Maca's own destiny is bizarre enough, even at Hogwarts, the road is always bumpy.

It is somewhat difficult for him to sympathize with other people's life experience.

However, in the eyes of Maca right now, this may be a more reasonable excuse, isn't it?

"I think you must have guessed more than once that Voldemort was the murderer who caused your parents' bizarre disappearance," he suddenly thought, and there was a slight pity in his eyes. "When he was resurrected, you didn't go. Have you found him?"

"resurrection?"

Miriam's eyes widened when she heard the words, her surprised expression was like the first time she heard about it.

"When? How could he—"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

As far as Maca is concerned, this is a small surprise.

However, after a while of surprise, Miriam forced herself to calm down again.

For her, the sad past of her childhood had faded with the news of Voldemort's death that year, and even if she recalled now, there was only a slight emptiness left.

Yes, if she knew that Voldemort was still alive, she would definitely try to avenge her parents and herself.But now it was Maca, the obvious "enemy" who told her about it.

Can you believe the enemy?

She is not the inexplicable Maca McLean in front of her, as far as the enemy says, she will definitely not believe it easily!

"Yes, I really don't know," Miriam stared at Maca with an indifferent expression, "but I don't want to know either."

After saying this, she seemed to think a little bit, and then she said firmly:

"Mr. McLean, I don't need your unsure sympathy."

"Yes, I fell into your hands today, which proves that I am far from strong enough... But if you still want to use this method to deceive me, it will never succeed!"

"So, either let me go, or... kill me now!"

These words made Maca very helpless, but saw him straighten up from the brick wall he was leaning on, patted his back casually, and then walked to Milian's front.

He also looked directly into the other person's eyes, and asked each word:

"What makes you think that I am the kind of person who kills me if I don't agree?"

This sentence really stopped Miriam.

To be honest, her understanding of Maca was just like what Maca learned about her not long ago, and it was mostly superficial things.

Maca's name is obviously much louder than her, but those are just impressions of him formed by others.Isn't this kind of public impression something that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Miriam has always believed that this Maca McLean is probably the same as some people in this world, the kind of thing that "does humble things under the banner of benevolence and righteousness."

Otherwise, at his age, can he create such a reputation in the world of magic?

In fact, there are always some guys in the world who are not afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice. There are actually quite a few people who have the same ideas as Miriam.

"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted abruptly, "I'm just performing a task, and you are my enemy. I'll just ask you-are you killing me or letting me go? Me?"

Seeing that she was finally starting to be unreasonable, Maca had to take a step back with an inexplicable smile.

"It's almost time," he calculated the time, then raised his head and continued, "Okay! Since you have to ask like that..."

"Then I will let you go!"

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