harry potter book of crimes

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

That was still Bano's voice. The old family master heard it from his youth, and it was very familiar to him at this age. But that familiar voice was now controlled by another unfamiliar will, and instead threatened him.

He came.

Old Werther lowered his eyes in silence and said nothing.

At this moment, the members of the Witte family are a little surprised and confused.

Most of them can understand that the old butler Bano, who was respected by everyone in the past, is no longer him. But even if they know, what should they do?

All eyes were focused on the old master of the family, and everyone was waiting to see what kind of response he would make.

"I——" "Mr. Witte."

After a short moment of silence, Old Werther seemed to have made a decision. But before he could say a few more words, Maka suddenly spoke up and interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Werther," Maka glanced at Haierbo not far away and said calmly, "Isn't it because I'm here that he can threaten you like this? If I say, I was not at your Werther family's house today.

Di discovered his existence...do you think you can assist me?"

He didn't say anything about asking Old Werther to assist him, but there was no need to say it, because everyone present could immediately understand his intention.

"I didn't find it..." Old Werther's lips moved slightly, and he asked attentively, "Are you serious?"

Maka immediately shrugged and said:

"Obviously, I don't need to deceive you on this matter - since he still needs to use coercion to force you to take sides, I feel that there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you also know that in today's Britain

In the magical world, I can still say a few words!"

His words obviously gave old Werther a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to follow Halbo now, it would be equivalent to going against the entire magical world. As the head of the family, he is naturally unwilling to do a business like this that is basically harmful to the Witte family.

But just when Old Werther's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a way out, Halbo spoke again.

"McLean, you used this inducement method well. If I hadn't made enough preparations for this in advance, I'm afraid I would have to retreat first today..."

Haierbo was talking when he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"It's a pity," he said, "the only choice the Werther family can choose from the beginning to the end is my side!"

Finally, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a rather charming smile.

And at the next moment, an obvious wave of magic power suddenly swept across the side hall, and the source of the unknown wave seemed to be...

"You destroyed the entrance to the black market?"

Maccay tilted his head slightly, just thinking about it for a moment, and then frowned.

"Is it possible that you want to completely take over this underground black market as your own?"

"snort."

Hearing this, Haierbo immediately chuckled.

"Take it as your own?" He shook his head, as if he heard a funny joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed for so long that you can't even imagine it."

Hearing what he said, Maka suddenly realized a possibility.

"You mean...this place was originally your territory?"

After coming up with this guess, Maka couldn't help but quickly speculate. The more he thought about it, the more likely it became. But there was only one thing that he couldn't figure out, and that was - why did Haierbo choose to settle here?

Maka still remembers that Herbo's hometown is ancient Greece, which is far away from here! Is it just to have a close confrontation with the Big Four of Hogwarts?

Of course, Haierbo didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that Maka had given the answer himself, he nodded immediately. Looking at his satisfied expression, he seemed to appreciate Maka very much.

As for whether he really appreciated Maka or was just mocking Maka, it's not clear.

After a while, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again and said nonchalantly:

"I think you have 'friends' here, right? Isn't it appropriate not to go and say hello to them? Let me see, if you go now, you might be able to bring more people with you. After a while, they will

It’s not easy to leave…”

Having said this, Haierbo turned towards the old head of the Witte family again, and the man in his pair of deep pupils suddenly became full of energy.

"Look, I left some time for you, but I also left some space for myself. Otherwise, if you keep wasting it here, I would be in a bit of a dilemma."

Although he was looking at Old Werther when he said this, the person he was talking to was still Maka. You can actually hear it from what he said - regarding Maka's ability, at least in this current state,

He was still wary.

Maka listened, and her eyes became much sharper.

He suddenly raised the staff in his right hand, and the cooling rune flashed across the top. At that moment, the temperature in the side hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Witte family couldn't help but tremble.

Shivering.

The next second, Maka stared at Haierbo's side face and asked softly:

"So, if I fuck you now...will you still feel 'embarrassed'?"

"Oh, of course it will be difficult," Haierbo immediately turned his head and looked directly into Maka's eyes and said, "And it will be 'exceptionally' difficult... because, with this body now, I

Even avoiding it may not be possible."

"It's just that it doesn't mean anything to you or me, does it?"

Maka knows that as far as this sentence is concerned, the other party is indeed right. Haierbo, it is not that difficult to occupy other people's bodies in the state of remnant souls. The key is to seize the target's mental strength.

In other words, his difficulty is that he cannot easily obtain a higher quality body, that's all.

"Aren't you going yet? It will be too late if you wait any longer - then, don't blame me for not leaving you enough time to move 'them'."

Seeing that Maka still didn't move, Haierbo tried to persuade her with a false "good intention".

"...Then 'see you later'."

Maka paused for a moment, then turned around and walked away, leaving in everyone's sight a back figure that was still exuding wisps of cold air.

But when he left, the members of the Werther family, who were initially hostile to him, felt their hearts sink. Because based on the current situation, Maka's departure might not be a good thing for their Werther family.

"Um...Witt, do you know?"

Haierbo didn't even look at the old patriarch now. He just looked at the direction Maka left and said to himself:

"To be honest, compared to you incompetent descendants, he is the wizard in this era who has truly embarked on the path of magic. If he is not from Hogwarts..."

Halfway through, Haierbo seemed to have lost interest and waved his hand in confusion.

"Follow me to the second floor of the underground secret room," he said without hesitation, "When it comes to time, no one has enough time... It's time to prepare some things."

But as he was talking, he walked towards the corridor. Judging from the way he looked, he was probably more familiar with this mansion than anyone in the Werther family.

…

While Haierbo went underground to the Werther house and Maka hurriedly ran to race against time, Miriam and the other three were wandering around near the Thames River.

"I can't get in. Several entrances here are out of order. What about your side?"

"Same here."

"The same goes for me over there!"

Under a certain bridge across the Thames River, they each ran from one direction, and the three of them gathered together again. But among the three of them, still no one brought back any good news.

"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the exit on the other side from the black market...or simply destroyed them."

Miriam frowned tightly, and while talking about her guess, she felt a little troubled. After all, in this way, they would probably not be able to interfere in the affairs of the Witte family in a short period of time.

"Do I need to report to the boss?" Asa thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

But Miriam shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss has said that everything he should tell us has been made clear. After he returns, it will be up to us to judge what we should do and how to do it..."

Marius on the side was a little surprised when he heard this, because this was the first time he knew that there was someone behind these two people who was in charge of the overall situation.

"Who is the 'boss' you are talking about?"

Not long ago, Marius had already made an unbreakable covenant with Miriam under the auspices of Asaph.

And under the solid confidentiality agreement, he had one foot on Miriam's "thief ship". There were some things that were no longer necessary to be kept secret from him.

Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.

"You don't need to know yet." Asaph dismissed him with just these words.

"Anyway, let's try other entrances. There are many entrances to the black market, and they may not all be connected to the exits in the middle of the street... We'll think of a solution while we're searching!"

After Miriam said this, she murmured in a low voice:

"Well, there is an anti-Apparition spell on the black market... If I had known it, I would have made a door key first."

Not long after, the three of them spread out again on the barren beach, each choosing a route they had never traveled before and checking it out one by one.

At this moment, rain and fog are still floating in the air, shrouding the earth in mist.

But the sky has gradually turned dark. The neon lights on the street shine through the rain curtains with vague colorful lights, making the world feel a little more psychedelic.

The blossoming black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttle back and forth in the rain curtain, as if silently telling that the upcoming night view of London is still hazy and unclear as usual. (To be continued)