Chapter 123: Mystery

Standing next to a wide and straight street, a large mansion with a garden is sitting there in a smooth and stable manner.
It is still the setting sun at this moment, and the golden light stretches from the other side of the street to this side, it is like laying a glittering carpet on the street.
大 The big mansion looked a little old in the light of Xi Hui, but it was obviously well maintained.
At this moment, a man wrapped in a cloak fell from the sky across the broom and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.
"咚咚咚."
After a while, a sudden knock on the door rang.
The gate was opened from inside, and a cowering domestic elf leaned out of the door.
"I'm looking for Old Avery." A young voice came from the cape's hood, with a touch of pride in calm.
"You, please wait ..." The domestic elf replied softly, and then carefully closed the door again.
It didn't take long before the little elf was back.
"Who are you ..." it trembled, "If you don't have an appointment, you can't ..."
The caller snorted coldly, pushed away the house-elf, and walked straight inside.
"No, no! You can't ... really can't ... the master said ..." The elf hurriedly chased next to him, but didn't dare to make any rude gestures, but could only use a sharp voice to stop, intermittent To explain something.
Probably because the movement of the elf was a little big, just when they stepped on the carpet and just reached the middle of the hall, they went down on the second floor alone.
"Who are you? How dare you break into our Avery house casually!" This young man seemed quite arrogant. He looked at the uninvited guest coldly and asked loudly Road.
"Naturally it is me," the visitor took off the hood on his head. "Although I have probably mentioned my name with you, I have not yet formally introduced myself ... I am Maca, Maca · McLean. "
He untied the cloak and threw it to the elf who was at a loss.
Underneath his cloak was a set of exquisite wizard robes that he had custom-made himself with the materials of the basilisk. Under the light of the setting sun outside the window, it exudes a faint dark green, which looks quite wonderful.
"Is your father there? Take me to see you."
The last second was so polite, but the next second was in an unquestionable tone, making people wonder what his attitude was.
"..."
As soon as he saw him, he felt embarrassed-the lesson at the McMillan house last time impressed him.
A moment when he was fascinated, accompanied by a sound of slow footsteps, a sleek voice came from the floor.
"Since it's here, that's the guest ..." Old Avery was speaking, and he walked downstairs the next moment, "Lev, what are you doing there? Don't invite Mr. McLean to the reception room for a drink Hot tea? "
He said it was the old Avery, in fact, it was only used to distinguish him from his son, and his age was about the same as Ernie's father. It was just that his son was born earlier, and Lev was a few years older than Maca, in total.
The old Avery was obviously aware of the goods. When he saw the unique wizard robe on Maca, he immediately lightened his eyes-not only the special materials, but also the styles were unusual.
People often say that a person's clothing usually represents a person's identity background, and this is particularly prominent among pure blood wizards.
请 "Please!" Old Avery reached out to invite, "Lev was rude that day, please don't care ... please ..."
老 Under the lead of Avery, Maca followed to the reception room on the side of the hall.
The two sat opposite each other, and Lev also sat aside. After the house elf sent the refreshment, the seemingly casual conversation began gradually.
Although neither side has any friendship, the speculation of one side and the purpose of the other side make this dialogue quite smooth.
隐形 When invisible benefits are in front of you, even if it is only possible, it will not cause any annoyance to the person who talks.
"... As you said, the guts of the McMillan family are really worth mentioning. It's simply discrediting the Pure Blood Wizards family." Old Avery chuckled, "I don't know ... Mr. McLean Could you tell us what your family is ... "
Maca drank her tea calmly, and her heart finally got around this problem.
"The family I belong to is not worth mentioning, that is, the history is a little bit longer," he said. He naturally came from the open mouth. This is his old profession. "But ... there are some small things that can still be displayed. Just a moment. "
说 He said, pulled out his wand, and shook it casually.
Suddenly, a dark misty skull emerged from the tip of the stick. This time, Avery's father and son felt the shock of the soul, but the old Avery's magic was deeper. The casual display of Maca only made him stunned.
But Lev, who was sitting aside, shuddered and stood up. He just wanted to step back, but tripped on the sofa behind him, and fell on the sofa with another buttock, and the whole person was a little weak.
Psychological fear is the root cause of Lev's panic compared to the harmless soul shake.
"This is ... the Dark Mark?" Old Avery asked, his eyes widening.
"Of course not," Maca said with a frosty smile, calmly, "but I have to say that the Dark Lord and I do have such a slight friendship ..."
当然 Of course he had "familiarity" with Voldemort, but whether this friendship is good or bad, the old Avery could not know.
那么 "So ..." Old Avery said solemnly, "Dark Lord ... Are you ... coming back?"
迟 "Sooner or later, you don't need to worry about this, what you have to remember is--" said Maka, her elbows propped up on her knees, her upper body leaning forward, her voice increased.
"The Dark Lord wanted to know that when he returned, his old friends were still not with him."
Although the tone was still calm, the meaning contained in his words made Old Avery frightened.
He hesitated, and for a while, tentatively said, "So, I ... what should I do?"
At this moment, Maca stared at Old Avery's eyes with his moodless eyes, the cold and deep eyes were like a pool of standing water, a kind of cold through the bone marrow.
After a long while, Maca leaned back on the sofa again, and her tone softened again: "This is just a reminder. I am here this time, and you need to cooperate with me for a small matter."
To be honest, when the atmosphere eased again, even with the deepness of the old Avery, he couldn't help secretly relieved.
Is that just a human eye? He felt like he was being stared at by a dementor, without any human emotions.
"Please." Old Avery nodded.
提醒 "Remind your friend, don't focus your time on trivial matters." Maca put the wand in her sleeve into her sleeve and said without raising her head.
"you mean--"
"Of course it was Lucius Malfoy. He really thought that those tricks could make Dumbledore's status rift. Not so much time for him to play progressively. What has he done in 13 years? "Maca spread her hands, pretending to be impatient.
"But why don't you go directly ..." Old Avery hesitated.
因为 "Because your son is not in Hogwarts, do you understand?"
"You and Sever ..." Old Everett paused and swallowed again. "Yes, I see. I'll talk to Lucius."
记住 "Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord returns." Marka said lightly, "If Malfoy asks, you can ask him, that the diary is still there—"
Speaking of this, Marka sneered, "I believe he will understand."
After a while, Maca rejected Old Avery's invitation to dinner, and returned to Hogwarts in the evening that had just arrived.
I would like to say that his hasty visit this time has also made a full effort to fool around, naturally not only for the sake of Buckbeak. To put it bluntly, that's just incidental, and first burying a knocker in Voldemort's forces ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is his real purpose.
Since Peter the little dwarf has already slipped away, the process of planning must naturally be accelerated.
Although his magic power is still slightly insufficient, time will never wait for someone, and the unexpected troubles of various cross-sections will never say hello to you.
From the beginning to the end, the "strength" of Maca was not limited to his magic.
Uh ...
As the days of the Quidditch race approached, the whole Gryffindor House was excited about it.
Charlie Weasley, once the legendary figure-that is, Ron's second brother-was once a golfer, but after him, the Gryffindor House has not really been brilliant!
What's more, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch Cup after Maca's glorious scenery. Fortunately, the "splittering demon" was not so enthusiastic about the game, which made everyone renewed hope.
But Harry believes that none of them, including Wood, are as eager for victory as he is.
A few days ago, the hostility between Harry and Malfoy reached its highest point.
In the village of Hogsmeade, Harry threw a lot of sludge at Malfoy by the convenience of the invisibility vest. Malfoy was resentful about this; what made him even more annoyed was that Harry managed to escape the punishment!
Harry did not forget that Malfoy managed to trap him in their game against Ravenclaw, and Buckbeck's case made him more determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the entire school.
But recently, Malfoy inexplicably low-keyed, even seeing him just stared at him and walked away.
"Is Pigsmightfly ②?" Harry's expression of wonder filled his words.