harry potter book of crimes

Maka didn't lie before. The main purpose of his visit this time was to get information about Voldemort's secret plan. As for whether Yaxley stayed or left, he actually didn't care too much.

But now it seems that what he wants to get is not so easy to obtain.

The moment Yaxley stared at him and retreated to the door of the shack, Maka's Legilimency was activated. The timing was very precise. It was Yaxley who was preparing for his upcoming escape from this shabby shack.

When the room secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Therefore, a relaxed spirit and direct gaze became the best invasion window for the Legilimency Spell. As the other party's eyes blurred, memory scenes flashed quickly through both parties' minds.

Logically speaking, this can be said to be the best way to obtain information. Whether it was the slightly protracted pace of the conversation or the pressure Maka's position by the door brought to the other party, it all contributed to this moment.

important conditions.

Only in this way can the other party succeed in one fell swoop before it has time to react, thereby preventing another suicide bombing like the one before.

However, even with such careful arrangements, the results achieved by Maca were still not ideal.

"...A very bad amnesia spell, isn't it?"

When Yaxley found that he had returned to reality from the fragmented memories, the tension, solemnity and even the relaxation at the last moment on his face were all wiped away. Instead, there was a plain expression on his face.

"It's indeed very bad," Maka looked at him coldly, "It seems you had no intention of leaving here from the beginning?"

The "bad" they refer to refers to the clumsy amnesia spell that was cast on Yaxley in advance. The amnesia spell was so strong that it even shattered some fragments other than the target's memory.

.Obviously, the reason why he did this was to completely remove the memory about the secret mission.

The amnesia spell can be restored to a certain extent, or at least it can be unearthed from deeper memories through a powerful enough Legilimency spell. But this amnesia spell was cast on Yaxley.

, but extremely brutally destroyed the entire relevant memory, along with some other memory fragments.

This level of amnesia spell is enough to damage the soul of the person being casted, which shows that this guy's determination is not ordinary.

"You almost don't even remember why you did this, so does your choice still make sense?" Maka asked slightly surprised.

"I am such a person."

Yaxley's answer was quite simple. He said it as a matter of course, as if everything should have ended like this. As for the reason why he did this? This was what he thought before losing his memory, so he still needed to deny his decision.

?

From his body, Maka felt an unreasonable persistence. Maybe as he said himself, he is such a person who always only believes in himself, right?

Death Eaters are also people, and people come in all shapes and sizes, and everyone has their own philosophy of doing things.

"So be it!" Maka suddenly lost interest, "Perhaps in the next few days, you can make a good plan for the upcoming life in Azkaban."

Before he finished speaking, there was only a muffled "bang" sound, and a figure flew directly out of the shed door. When he fell on his back and landed in the snow outside the shed, he had already fallen into a deep coma.

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After a while, Maka also walked out, and with him came the old suitcase. Maka shook her head gently and threw the suitcase aside casually.

Next to the bonfire, he then left in a certain direction.

As expected, although the suitcase was indeed a container that had been cast by a traceless stretching spell, it only contained some random clutter and nothing of value.

…

Let's move the time forward a little. Just as Maka and Nayaksley were pretending to negotiate with each other, a figure that ordinary people couldn't spot was running fast on the road to the west of the shantytown.

Although he is currently in a state of invisibility, it may not be absolutely safe, even if this invisibility potion is quite effective.

She knew that she couldn't stop, she had to get away from Steve Key and reach the neighboring town as soon as possible.

Although she was very angry and annoyed, you should know that with her usual temperament, she would definitely have turned around and started fighting with those stupid Aurors. Yes, if she could ravage a few "hard-working and brave" Aurors, Master

You will definitely be very happy.

But she couldn't, she knew she had to leave there and couldn't stay for a moment.

She is Bellatrix, a Death Eater with a great mission, a pure-blood wizard bestowed with incomparable great honors by her master!

However, since she left Stepki just now, she has always felt that something is following her. What is it? What is following her? Is it an illusion?

As she kept running, she hurriedly turned her head several times and scanned everything behind her, but found nothing suspicious.

The sense of instability brought about by her prison experience in Azkaban made her feel a lot of irritability under the feeling of being watched.

In the past, whenever she felt this way, she would torture others to relax herself. The more the person being tortured screamed in pain, the more comfortable she would feel physically and mentally.

But now, there is no chance for her to do this.

It is about three miles from Steve Key to the neighboring town of Wells. This distance is not a big deal for a Muggle, and you can reach it quickly by riding a bicycle.

But if you only rely on two legs to run, it will still be a very fatal journey.

But now she had to run until she was far enough away before she could try to use the Apparition Spell to escape. Otherwise, the chance of escape that her previous companions had secured for her would become meaningless.

The street trees on both sides of the road were intermittent and kept receding behind Bellatrix. Occasionally, large expanses of fields could be seen in the gaps between the trees, all of which were covered with snow that had not yet melted.

The cold air she inhaled between her mouth and nose was poured into her lungs with each breath, and then the temperature in her body was taken away with it.

The wind that was about to fall into the night was very biting, and it cut her cheek like a knife as she ran, seeming to constantly remind her that spring was still far enough away.

"Bang!"

She probably stepped on thin ice on the road. This kind of ice formed by the compaction of snow was extremely slippery. She accidentally fell hard. But when she fell to the ground, her ankles hurt.

, but the suitcase she had been holding tightly was lifted high, and it was unexpectedly not knocked down in the slightest.

"Ahem..."

Several choking sounds suddenly sounded from the deserted road. After echoing briefly for two or three times, they merged into the gradually darkening night sky.

Before I knew it, the sun had set.

Bellatrix struggled to support her body, gasping for air, still trying to stand up and continue running forward. As she stood up, she had a fierce look in her eyes - she, Bellatrix,

Has there ever been a time when you were so embarrassed?

But no matter how hard she fought with the air, it was of no avail. She moved her legs and found that although there was some pain, it did not affect her movement. So, she started running forward again.

However, it seemed that there was a voice in the dark, telling her that her next action would probably not go smoothly. So, the moment she started running, she fell again!

Of course, it wasn't a slip this time. Bellatrix clearly felt a powerful impact coming from behind, knocking her forward and flying forward.

Even though she fell to the ground suddenly, she still managed to protect the suitcase in her hand, as if she was afraid that it would be dropped. It was hard to imagine what was contained in it, so that she did not care about her own injury.

To protect it instinctively.

And in the next second, Bellatrix no longer hesitated. She didn't even look at what the hell was that knocked her away. Instead, she desperately launched the Phantom Movement while falling to the ground.

Shape curse.

In a moment of distortion, she and her suitcase suddenly disappeared in the middle of this not-so-wide road. Almost the next second after she left, several shadows half a person's height fell one after another.

There, it was all in vain.

If someone were here, they would definitely be able to see it through the sky that had not completely darkened. They were actually several big, hairy spiders. However, they were seen wandering in place for a while, and with a slight flash of several strange symbols on their bodies, they all

Shrunk to the size of a thumb and spread out...

The location of Bellatrix's appearance was not far away. Probably because her previous thoughts were focused on the small town called Wells, she didn't think much about it in the emergency and moved first.

Come here.

The impact just now made her whole body sore and weak as if she wanted to fall apart. There was also a wound on her forehead, and scarlet blood slowly flowed down from there, making her angry face look even more fierce.

Cold.

The location of the apparition was opposite the convenience store on the east side of Wells Town. It was covered by woods. Even though there were pedestrians coming and going across the street, no one noticed her presence.

Now, maybe it's time to continue using the Apparition spell to leave.

Although this time Aurors might track her whereabouts, but in the current situation, there was no better choice for her to choose from.

However, just at the moment Bellatrix was about to use Disapparation again, a thought flashed through her mind, causing her to stop her movements and stare straight at someone at the convenience store opposite.

Muggle woman.