harry potter book of crimes

"Come out! There's no need to hide. There's no point in hiding behind that."

Maka stared at the motionless cardboard curtain, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate it and point directly at the person hiding behind it.

It was extremely dark in the shack right now, and it was difficult to see clearly what was in the depths with the naked eye from a little further away. Most people would usually light up a bright light to illuminate it, but Maka didn't care about it because he didn't need to see too much.

clear.

The other party was obviously indifferent to his kind reminder and did not even move. Perhaps the other party was still holding on to some luck, expecting that Maka was just cheating.

Of course, it is more likely that the other party does not want to move at all, because no matter whether they get out or not, the result will probably be the same. Any one of these Death Eaters has at least several lives on his hands. After being captured,

The outcome can be imagined.

For a moment, except for the howling sea breeze outside the shack, there was no other sound. All Maka could hear was her own heartbeat...and maybe the other person's.

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

After experiencing the previous suicide explosion, he had become a lot more careful. These desperadoes could cast secret spells even when their whole bodies were immobilized, so it was extremely difficult to capture them alive.

"Maka McClain?"

Probably because he thought there was no point in keeping silent, the other party finally spoke up, but Maka was stunned when he heard it. He originally thought that the one who stayed here through the illusion of his companions breaking out would definitely be Bellat.

Ricks was the central figure with a secret mission, but the result was beyond his expectation.

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

"That's right, I'm McClain." Maka nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it, "Who are you? Dolohov? Rookwood? Rabastan? Rodolphus?"

He named several names in succession, each one of whom he had brought out from Azkaban. Most of the Death Eaters were later returned to Azkaban, but

Some of them stayed with Voldemort until the end, and it was not until recently that they were taken over by the Order of the Phoenix team.

However, none of the names he reported belonged to the man standing behind the paper curtain.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then he answered: "Cyrell - Cyril Yaxley, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. MacLean."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the hard ground, and he walked out just like that.

"Yaxley?" Maka thought for a while, and quickly pulled out some information from the depths of her mind that could be used as a reference. "Tell me about it! What can you tell me? You should understand,

You still have the entire family to shoulder behind you, so there is no reason to worry about Voldemort who has failed again."

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

However, in today's magical world, this once prosperous family has declined considerably. Especially in recent generations, the proportion of women born is still quite large. In addition to strengthening the blood relationship with other families, it is almost

There is no other way.

At that time, this Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's claim of bloodline. After considering the benefits and opportunities for their family, he fell in love with the Dark Lord.

But when Voldemort fell for the first time, he, like Lucius Malfoy, managed to avoid the fate of being thrown into Azkaban and lurked unharmed. He waited until Voldemort suddenly resurrected and when the Dark Mark burned

When he lost his arm, he returned to Voldemort's hands again.

But now, Voldemort has fallen again. Logically speaking, there is really no need for him to continue to help Voldemort carry out this last mission.

But Yaxley did not respond positively to Maka's pertinent advice and temptation.

"Mr. McClain," he said expressionlessly, "to be honest, I admire you very much. No one can push the Dark Lord to that extent, and he is also a Dark Lord who is several times more powerful than the last time.

Demon King...I know that standing here to meet you today may be the last time I have freedom."

"Really?" Maka looked at Yaxley standing in the shadows and smiled noncommittally, "It may be a good thing to be praised by others, but I'm not that good now.

Spend more time chatting 'friendly' with you."

He said, paused for a moment, but then said with a slightly more serious tone: "Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to delay time? I think... please put down the suitcase you are holding.

!Neither you nor it can leave this room."

"Do you really think so? Mr. MacLean?" Yaxley's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his muscles all tightened. In an instant, he changed from an elegant and calm family leader to a beast.

But Maka shook her head with a calm expression.

"There is no need to do such unnecessary things," he pointed out directly, "your expression is very lifelike, but you are not holding the wand in your hand - are you planning to use the Wandless Curse against me?"

"Okay... okay, that's it!" Yaxley nodded, maybe because he didn't want to put on a sullen face anymore, he sighed softly, "Everyone of us already knows your strength very well.

No... No, I'm afraid this can't be said to be about 'understanding your strength', but about understanding the 'gap' between us and you... You said I can't escape, I can completely accept it, and... I

I think so too."

"Now that you understand—" "No, wait a minute."

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

"Mr. MacLean, I do understand that I can't escape from here..." He said, lifting the suitcase in his hand and shaking it, "It can't get out either, that's right... But, I think I still have a chance.

You destroyed it before you started, didn't you?"

"You can try," Maka said without taking out the staff, just looking at the other person with lowered hands, but the confidence in her body was clearly revealed, "You can bet on whether you destroy it first or I take it first.

bet."

"No, no, no, I don't want to risk my life on this kind of thing...and I don't need to gamble," Yaxley waved his hand, but the suitcase was always held tightly in his other hand.

In his hand, "Mr. MacLean, as far as I know, you are a very trustworthy young wizard - so now, I think you and I can make a simple deal."

Maka was a little surprised when he heard this. Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other person was supposed to be a person who needed to take care of his family and family, he felt that this man might not really be that loyal to Voldemort.

But after all the procrastination just now, the idea had been completely erased from his mind.

Now that things have happened, what else can I do with this guy?

"Say it!"

Maka raised her chin, indicating that he would drop it if he had something to say. As for whether he believed it or not, that was not something that Yaxley could control.

"The deal is like this -" Yaxley did not delay this time, but gently placed the suitcase in his hand on the ground in front of him, "Mr. MacLean, from your

Just because you asked me to put down this suitcase, I know that you have understood the mission assigned to me by the Dark Lord. Although I don't know where you got it, I have to admit that your information is not accurate.

Imagine…”

"But, this is actually not important." He paused, then continued, "I just want to say - leave the box to you, can you let me leave from here?"

In response to Yaxley's words, Maka didn't show any expression.

Although he had more or less accidentally learned some fragmented information from Pansy Parkinson, what was in the suitcase was always a guess on his part. It might be a certain item left by Voldemort.

A key item, or perhaps a large space, he didn't know.

But even if Maka doesn't know it yet, it doesn't stop him from pretending that he knows it very well.

"As long as it's true, I think it's not a big deal to let you go." Maka said calmly, "Since you know me, you should also understand that I have no interest in your life or whereabouts. If

I can get what I want, even if I personally send you to escape from the Aurors, it's not a big deal."

"No, you don't need to go that far..." Obviously, Yaxley was moved by Maka's words, which could be heard from the slightly slowed down speed of his speech, "I just want you to stop talking.

Keep chasing me, that's enough. Now that Dumbledore is dead, I won't worry about anyone else being able to find me so easily except you."

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

Maka nodded casually, took a step aside, and even waved her hand, pushing the wooden door of the shack completely open. The sea breeze from outside flowed in. The salty smell, now

It is the same as the taste of freedom.

Under Maka's gaze, Yaxley picked up the suitcase and slowly moved it from the innermost side, then carefully placed it at Maka's feet. At the same time, his eyes stayed fixedly on Maka

He walked backwards towards the door as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his buttocks.

Maka didn't move, he just watched quietly as Yaxley stepped back inch by inch, and the hand hanging by his side showed no intention of moving.

But at the moment when Yaxley reluctantly retreated to the door, he was staring at Maka, but suddenly he felt a blur in front of his eyes!