Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Come out, Bellatrix."

Maca trembled her wand, and waved away the dust that had been stirred up around her. She looked at the downcast woman who had shrunk inside, and said calmly.

"What are you doing!" Bellatrix shook her long hair, her red eyes stared at Maca, her eyes flashing with madness.

"Don't want to come out?" Maca asked coldly.

He doesn't have to pretend, in his current state, with a calm face and expressionless expression, to escape a big ... uh, little villain who ignores all life.

Although he has been growing recently, his immature appearance has exposed his age.

"Of course I think!" Bellatrix stood up sharply, but kept staring at Maca's wand, looking at her fearfully, "I'm waiting all the time ... waiting for the host to pick me out! I have always believed The master will definitely come! He will not forget his loyal servant! "

"But ... why did you let me out?" She looked fierce, and looked at Maca as if she were looking at something extremely dangerous, vigilant every second.

Maca took a step to the side of the prison door, a cold smile on her face.

"Although I don't care what your master is going to do, there is no doubt that he has returned—"

"What! Really? Where is he?" Bellatrix was stunned by the news, and she didn't even care about Maca's body exuding a dangerous breath, and she caught Mar as if she rushed over. Card sleeves.

"That's what I took you to see him ..." Maca didn't care about the dirty hands that clenched his sleeves tightly, he just said casually, "Want to see him? Want to return to him --"

"Oh, I mean ... Tom Riddle."

"How dare you call the Lord Dark Lord's name! This is unforgivable--!" Bellatrix reached out and wanted to slap Maca's face.

However, the next moment, she was ejected like a kite with a broken wire and hit the wall heavily.

"Then call him the Dark Lord ..." Maca said indifferently. "The name is just a code name-in my opinion, someone who changes his" real name "randomly ... Huh ..."

"Okay, keep up!" Maca didn't say much, and turned and walked to the other side of the corridor.

Before long, when Maca appeared at the gate of Azkaban's fortress, many people had gathered behind him. Most of them look sick. It seems that "happiness" has been away from them for a long time ...

But even so, the basic judgment of these guys is still a little bit left. If you can stay in Azkaban for so long, which of these people is not a firm will?

However, when they watched Maca waving all the way, they took the dementors and flew them, even without using the wand. No matter he was crazy or sensible, he could not help but fear him.

In their view, Maca is simply a new generation of Dark Demon Kings-even though Voldemort will never be an irreplaceable master in their hearts, the kind of fear of power left a deep impression on them.

"boom!"

Maca said nothing, raised her wand and gave off a bright fire, and it burst instantly in the sky, tearing the endless night sky above Azkaban.

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, fluttered their wings from the distant sky. When they got closer, they discovered that it was an eagle-headed horse with a winged beast and a surprisingly large owl.

It was the eagle Mabakbike and his owl Mafa rescued by Maca.

On Buckbica's claw, a large package was being carried, and Maca withdrew the flare as a signal, causing a floating spell to take the package over.

"One by one, go with me to the Quidditch World Cup," Maca sneered. "Everything is good! I think your master will like it."

The parcel was opened, and a bunch of flying brooms and a lot of new wands that looked exactly the same broke down.

"For the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix yelled frantically, and a companionary bark sounded around her.

There were dark clouds gathering in the distant sky. It seemed that the rainstorm that had just stopped shortly came to Azkaban again.

...

At that moment, they were walking along the dark and wet path in the direction of the village, and they were all silent, only hearing their own footsteps.

As they passed through the village, the sky slowly lightened, and the original darkness gradually became dark blue.

Harry's hands and feet froze. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They started to climb Ferret Hill, and from time to time they stumbled into hidden rabbit holes, or slipped on the dark, sticky grass leaves, and couldn't even speak out of breath.

With each breath, Harry felt a tingling in his chest, and his legs were gradually unable to move. At this moment, he finally found his feet on the flat ground.

"Yo," Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and wiped them with his jersey, panting, "Yes, we arrived on time-ten minutes!"

Luna was the last one to climb to the top of the mountain, and she looked a little weaker—but Hermione right in front of her didn't seem to be better.

"Now we just need to find the door key," Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses and squinting to look on the ground. "It's not going to be big ... look for it ..."

Everyone was about to scatter and look for it, but Luna reached for a finger.

"there."

"Oh! That's right!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass. "Miss Lovegood, your eyes are sharp ... I think if you go to Quidditch The team must also be an excellent golfer! "

At this time, on the other side of the mountain top, the twinkling starry sky set off two tall figures.

"Amos!" Said Mr. Weasley, striding toward the man who called him with a smile.

The others quickly followed.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced shaman with a short brown beard. The man had something in his other hand, like an old moldy boot.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department of Wonder Animal Management and Control. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know? "

Cedric Digori, the current captain and golfer of the Hedge Park Academy Quidditch team-of course they all know each other.

It can be said that many people are secretly thanking the captain! Because when he took office, McLean, the "slashing madness", finally stopped playing-everyone is guessing if he and Maca have any grudges!

"Hi, hello." Cedric said, turning to look at everyone.

Everyone answered "Hi", and even the two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Fred and George, naturally said hello.

Although Cedric is also a strong finder, his performance is nothing compared to Maca.

"Come far away, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Okay," said Mr. Weasley, "we live on the other side of the village. What about you?"

"I got up at two o'clock, didn't I, Said? I don't tell you, I really want him to pass the Phantom Appearance exam earlier. But ... there is nothing to complain about ... Quidditch World Cup, you must not miss it, even A pocket of gallon-in fact, it really cost so much to buy a ticket. But I finally managed to deal with it, it is not too difficult ... "Amos Digori looked at Wei around him kindly. The three Slyer brothers, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, "Arthur, these are your children?"

"Oh no, it's the red-haired one," Mr. Weasley introduced one by one. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend-this is Harry, and Ron's friend-"

"Oh my God," Amos rolled his eyes suddenly, and he even interrupted Mr. Weasley to introduce Luna. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Hmm--yes," Harry said.

Harry had become accustomed to people always staring at him curiously when he first met him, and they were accustomed to immediately look at the scar on his forehead, but this always made him feel uncomfortable.

"Of course, Said talked about you." Amos Diggory said, "He told us about his game against you last year ... I told him, I said-Said, this thing I can talk to your grandchildren when you get old, it's amazing ... you defeated Harry Potter! "

Harry didn't know what to answer, so he said nothing. Both Fred and George frowned.

"Harry fell off the broom, Dad," Cedric embarrassed, and muttered quietly. "And ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Most of the points that day were due to McLean's activity ... "

"Yeah, but you didn't fall, right?" Amos said loudly, and patted his son's back, "Our Side is always so humble, always a gentleman ... but The winner is always the best. I'm sure Harry will say the same, right? As for that McLean, his score is obviously not as much as you! "

"If Maca is a seeker, it is expected that the game will end in a blink of an eye ..." Hermione muttered, "Well, I mean ... that's not much ornamental, is it?"

"It's almost time," Mr. Weasley said quickly, pulling out the pocket watch and looking at it. "Do you know who we are waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Fossetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There are no more people in this area, right?"

"As far as I know," Mr. Weasley said, "well, there is one more minute ... we should all be on our own ..."

At 5.07, the crowd with their fingers on the old boots disappeared as soon as the space shrank.