harry potter book of crimes

Compared with the colorful night view of London, the streets of the black market look particularly gloomy. There are no neon lights flashing here, and there are no traffic lights, and some are just as dim as the day.

Walking on the not-so-wide brick-paved road, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried deep in the shadows, swooping towards you with silent whimpering.

Even though this place is already a relatively wide area in the black market, the sense of oppression caused by crowding still lingers.

To be honest, Asaph didn't like this kind of place - not even since he was a child.

He shook his head, dispelling some memories from his mind, and returned his attention to the plan to be implemented later.

At this moment, right in front of him, a thin wizard whom he did not recognize was silently guiding him. The two of them barely exchanged a few words along the way.

That was the person sent by the Witte family to find him... Yes, the old family leader finally asked him to see him again.

"Ta-ta...ta-ta...ta-ta."

There was no one around, so the sound of their footsteps was particularly clear.

This is a residential area in the black market. It is said that the buildings on both sides of the road have hundreds of thousands of years of history.

But today, most of them have long been abandoned. It is only because those private property protection contracts still exert corresponding magical effects that there is still such a large area of ​​space utilization in the already crowded black market.

Extremely low "special area".

In short, this is a rather wasteful place in the black market below.

The residence of the Witte family is located deep here.

Like other family mansions around it, it has been shrouded in the darkness of the black market for years. No one knows when it will become nothing more than an empty shell, completely losing the meaning of its existence.

Suddenly, the two footsteps paused one after another. Asaph and the guide both turned a corner and walked into a front garden that was not very grand.

Yes, maybe the wizard families who once lived here were somewhat famous, and some of them were even brilliant for a while. But since these families have finally shrunk to live in this underground black market, it means that their brilliance has long ceased.

In fact, only the Blois family, which Maka is familiar with, are the real winners in the inheritance of ancient wizards.

Asa suddenly raised his head and took a look - I have to say that this Werther mansion is quite impressive. With its towering separate towers and fine stone carvings, you can feel the Germanic style that was born out of ancient Rome and its subsequent derivatives.

Out comes the gothic mystery.

Tonight, most of the windows of this mansion still had some faint firelight.

"Please wait here for a moment."

The wizard who led the way said this and stepped onto the stone steps in front of the main entrance, leaving Asaph temporarily in the open space between the vestibule and the mansion.

The fountain at the door is still pouring water out, but in a place without sunlight, even the flowing water lacks its crystal clearness and becomes a bit more eerie out of thin air.

This is not the first time Asaph has come here, but as he said before, he doesn't like this place at all.

Fortunately, the Witte family did not let him wait outside for too long. After a while, the door of the mansion opened from the inside.

"Please come in. The master of the house invites you to talk in the small hall... Please come here."

This is no longer the wizard who led the way just now, but another middle-aged wizard who is older and... to be honest, uglier.

Of course, Asaph didn't pay attention to these small things. After all, he was just another person leading the way.

He followed the other party through the front hall, and then walked all the way along a long corridor. When the other party opened a door for him, Asa walked in without hesitation.

The door closed behind him again.

"Mr. Asaph, I think I have to say sorry first...our conversation seemed to have been interrupted by others."

In this small hall, the old owner of the Witte family was sitting casually on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee and sipping gently. After Asa came in, he raised his head and glanced towards the door, his expression

Seems very calm.

"Accidents are often irresistible. I don't care about it." Asa was not polite and went straight to another sofa next to the old master and sat down. "And, actually, I also have to apologize.

After all, I just left without saying goodbye."

The old man who originally wanted to say "Please sit down" saw this, but just raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, then we probably don't need to be polite anymore." Old Werther said slowly, "The night is getting darker, and I'm not used to staying up late... Then I'll just pick out the key points!"

"Please." Asaph nodded.

"It's nothing to say, it's just about the deal between us... Judging from Maka McClain's strength, I think your price may not be enough."

The old owner's face was still calm and his tone was ordinary, as if he was haggling over the price of a broken umbrella with broken ribs in a thrift store.

"You want to raise the price midway?" When Asa heard this, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "For your Witte family, aren't the four fragments of the magic book "Abatail" not enough? Not to mention, I don't

I have already handed over two pages to you as a deposit."

"Oh, I don't think the transaction is cheap..." the old head of the family said sincerely, "but Mr. Asa, I think you also saw what Maka McLean is capable of before you left. You want us to

Do you think four pages are really enough for the Witte family to deal with those wizards?"

"Well..." Asa frowned and said hesitantly, "Yes, I did see something. That McClain's strength is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination... but the base price our 'boss' gave is four pages

, you agreed at first, but now you..."

He sighed softly as if embarrassed, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

"Your 'boss,'" the old owner of the Witte family repeated the word, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Asa, you mentioned that 'boss' several times during this transaction. Speaking of which, my real transaction partner is still

He...wonders if I can meet him directly?"

"No, I'm afraid that won't work."

As soon as he was asked this question, Asaph's answer became very straightforward, as if he didn't even need to think about it.

"I also said it at the beginning, our 'boss' never meets others, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to others. I think you, my old master, can understand this."

Just as the Witte family lives in seclusion, there are still many deeply hidden forces in the world. In fact, most of them may not have good inheritance power, but for various reasons, they strictly maintain

With the necessary mystery.

Of course Old Werther can understand this kind of person who doesn't even want to show his face, but he can understand it, but it's impossible for Halbo, who is still in the secret room at this moment, to understand it too!

"Then... how about you ask your 'boss' first to see if you can make him understand our difficulties. By the way, also give me a message so that he can consider meeting?"

However, Asaph seemed to have no intention of changing the transaction value. It wasn't until Old Witte mentioned it several times that he "reluctantly" nodded.

"Mr. Witte, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the 'boss', but I still hope you don't expect too much... Sometimes, our 'boss' is still a very stubborn person."

Seeing that he finally agreed, the head of the old family couldn't help but nodded slightly and said:

"Okay! Well, it would be better if it could be faster -"

"Werther."

Before the old patriarch could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly appeared, completely covering up his words.

"It seems like you can't even handle this little thing."

When Asaph heard the unprovoked voice, he immediately took out his wand and entered a state of alert. But no matter where he looked, he could not find any sign of the presence of anyone else.

"Are you looking for me?"

Asaph, who was looking around, suddenly turned around and saw a wizard about the same age as Old Werther sitting on another single sofa next to him at some point.

And at that moment, he felt a familiar pressure from the old wizard's sight.

That's right, this was the look that was staring at me through the door panel at that time!

"That McClain is just an exception."

Haierbo looked at Asa casually, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the latter's back, but he still glanced lightly with his cold eyes.

"Huh, not only have the true meaning of magic been left in the past, but the entire world has been occupied by ordinary people with no magical talent. And wizards will only hide in the shadows to entertain themselves..."

Having said this, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

"This means that as long as I solve the obstacle of McClain, I can really start to achieve my goal back then. Moreover, I think this must be much easier than a thousand years ago... isn't it?"

Talking to oneself is always meaningless. Finally, Herbo turned his head and glanced at Old Werther, as if he wanted to find someone to share his feelings with.

While Old Werther nodded in agreement with an awkward face, Asa felt that his vision went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.

…

On the other side, Maka was still in the dark alley, his eyes looking far away at the end of the alley.

In the shadow in the distance, Miriam gradually disappeared into the distance with Marius Augustine, who had just woken up.

Maka let them go, and he did what he said, and let them go very simply. Although he did have another purpose in doing so, in Miriam's mind, this undoubtedly required a lot of confidence to do it.

Of course, she always felt a little weird about letting the enemy go...

"Well, it's time to invite the elves to come in and make some noise." (To be continued)