harry potter book of crimes

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

On the second floor of the underground secret room of the Werther mansion, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, passing by the ears of two members of the Werther family who were always waiting outside.

"I will inform the head of the family right away."

One of them immediately bowed and then raised his legs to walk towards the stairs outside. The other one still stood outside the door of the stone chamber and did not dare to move without permission, but could not help but sneak a glance into the stone chamber.

With just a quick glance, he retracted his gaze and straightened his back again to stand firm. But the scene at that moment was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"call--"

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

Since the old master 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 at all... In fact, he didn't think much at first. After all, in this black market, people lose their lives almost every day for various reasons.

And the people who were sent to this stone room today were just some insignificant people who had been temporarily sent out by the old family owner to catch them.

But when he discovered that the number of people being sent in was gradually increasing and there was still no sign of stopping, 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 was the reason why he couldn't help but want to take a look just now.

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

In other words, why would that guy want to kill so many people?

On the floor of the stone room, there were people lying scattered on the ground. Those men and women were obviously not breathing, and they were scattered like abandoned toys.

There were no bloody limbs as expected, and there were no hideous and terrifying faces. Only the cold air seemed to meaningfully depict the creepy deathly silence.

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

Just as he withdrew his gaze and returned to his posture of standing against the wall, a pair of eyes inside suddenly opened, and he glanced at the door of the secret room expressionlessly.

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

Haierbo muttered to himself calmly.

"In this case, I will leave the Devouring Mirror to you for the time being..."

…

"Miss Miriam, are you sure that the rest of the summoning volume of "Abatail" is still in the hands of your 'Grandpa Raven'?"

"Anyway, the effect of the medicine has worn off now, so you may not believe anything I say... Also, you are not allowed to call the boss that way!"

As Miriam said, the effect of the Veritaserum has completely dissipated, and Maka has no intention of using it again. However, he is still asking questions, which makes Miriam feel relieved.

Puzzled.

However, what makes her feel most relieved now is that Maka didn't lead her to say something that she shouldn't say just now.

For example, the detailed location of the boss's current location; another example, the specific mission content on Asaph's side.

Well, although she has roughly told all the experiences she has had in her life until now...you know, there are some words that even Asaph, or even her boss, would never say out loud if asked.

Even these things are actually mostly insignificant past events.

"Oh, no," Maka said with a casual smile, "I can believe everything you say... Look! I'm still here chatting with you. Isn't this the best proof?

?”

Miriam pursed her lips and leaned against the wall of the alley, not caring even if her beautiful clothes were stained. She just glanced at Maka again, and then looked away again.

"What are you doing here? I really want you to leave as soon as possible!" She said angrily.

But Maka, who was also leaning against the brick wall, chuckled and shook her head.

"You want me to leave? Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "If I leave now, there is only one place to go - do you still expect me to go to the door of the Witte family to guard Mr. Asaph?"

"You can go there if you want... No, you're not allowed to go!" Miriam changed her words rather awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she spoke, the more something felt wrong.

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

But when Maka guessed that they were trying to win over Werther and the Augustin family, they could still talk to her so casually, which was quite puzzling to her.

And now, she actually said such childish remarks as "You're not allowed to go" that made people laugh.

"I, I mean...what do you mean?" Miriam suddenly turned her head again, stared at Maka and said with some irritation, "You neither killed me as an enemy, nor did you kill me.

The heir to the Augustinian family on earth, you won’t even go to Asaph—”

"Let me tell you," Maka spread her hands and interrupted her, "do you really want me to sabotage your companion's actions?"

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

Her voice spread in this deserted alley, reaching deeper and deeper places than here. It was obvious that what she said was indeed a bit too loud.

"Shh-" Maka motioned her to be gentle, but then smiled noncommittally, "If you think I'm humiliating you...well, I don't mind if you think so."

Looking at Maka's indifferent face and the faint smile on her face, Miriam couldn't help but feel disgusted. But the next moment, she seemed to have recalled something, and her face suddenly changed.

It has to be subtle.

"Could it be that...you are sympathizing with my life experience?"

Maka probably didn't expect her to say such a sentence, so she was stunned for a moment.

Yes, Miss Miriam's life is indeed very sad, but is there ever a lack of such pitiable and pitiful lives in this world?

Let alone others, Maka's own fate was tortuous and bizarre. Even after arriving at Hogwarts, there were constant ups and downs along the way.

It is somewhat difficult to get him to sympathize with other people's life experiences.

However, in Maka's current view, this might 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 to disappear mysteriously." He suddenly thought about it, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes. "When he was resurrected before, you didn't go

Have you looked for him?"

"resurrection?"

Miriam's eyes widened when she heard this, with a surprised look as if she had heard of such a thing for the first time.

"When? How could he-"

"Oh, so you don't know?"

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

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

For her, the sad past in her childhood had faded away with the news of Voldemort's death. Even when she recalled it now, there was only an inconspicuous 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 Maka, the obvious "enemy" who told her about this.

Can you trust the enemy's words?

She is not the inexplicable Maka McClain in front of her. As for what the enemy says, she will definitely not believe it easily!

"Yes, I really don't know," Miriam stared at Maka and said indifferently, "but I don't want to know either."

After saying this, she seemed to think for a moment, and then said firmly:

"Mr. MacLean, I don't need your unreasonable 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, you will never succeed!"

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

Maka felt helpless after hearing these words, but she saw him straighten up from the brick wall he was leaning on, patted his back casually, and then walked up to Miriam.

He also looked directly into the other person's eyes and asked in one word:

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

This sentence really stopped Miriam in her tracks.

To be honest, her understanding of Maka was just like Maka's understanding of her not long ago, which was mostly superficial.

Maka's name is obviously much louder than hers, but those are just the impressions others have of him. And isn't this kind of public impression something that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Miriam has always believed that this Maka McClain is probably like some people in this world, the kind of person who "does despicable things under the banner of benevolence and righteousness".

Otherwise, at his age, would he be able to create such a great reputation in the global magic world?

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

"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted suddenly, "I'm just performing a mission, and you are my enemy. Let me ask you one question - do you want to kill me or let me go?"

Me?"

Seeing that she finally started to be unreasonable, Maka could only take a step back with a smile that didn't mean anything.

"It's almost time," he calculated the time, then raised his head and continued, "Okay! If you insist on asking..."

"Then I'll let you go!" (To be continued)