Chapter 219: Willie's Little Secret

Today's London is still cloudy.
The humid air made people want to take off their clothes and twist them to see if they could squirt water out.
The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, only some gloomy morning light could be faintly revealed, proclaiming another time to be intimidated by rain and fog.
Maca had just taken Charlotte out of the black market. At the moment, the two were aimlessly walking on the river Thames, stepping on the wet road tiles and watching the street lights go out one after another, A little leisurely.
After a moment of silence, Charlotte finally couldn't help but open his mouth first.
"... Primary brother, are you ... really going to go against Voldemort?" She looked a little worried, and perhaps blame herself.
However, for Maca, it was not important.
"Why should I go against Voldemort?" He asked with a shrug of relief.
The dispute between him and Voldemort had long been unclear. The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.
With Maca's efforts, the time bomb just removed the timing device and became a remote-controlled bomb that could detonate at any time.
As for holding the detonating device tightly and counting it, or throwing the detonating device as a mine ... To be honest, Maca has not been able to make a decision until now.
When he had a choice, he wasn't a decisive person.
But all of this has nothing to do with Charlotte.
"By the way, Sister, what are your plans next? I suggest you go to Hogwarts to avoid it before talking!" Maca planned to set aside the previous topic in a light tone, but Charlotte did not keep up. His pace.
"But ..." Charlotte pursed her lips and said restlessly. "Don't you already promised Grandpa that you're going to the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort? You've all signed the magic contract, and you've even borrowed three. This book is used as a deposit ... "
Maca smiled indifferently.
"The contract only said that after I took the magic stone from Voldemort, the Witt family and I studied it together. But what if I didn't want to it? What if the magic stone was not in Voldemort's hands? What will happen? "
There was one other word he didn't say: In fact, the Philosopher's Stone was already destroyed by Dumbledore. Where can I find it?
This transaction was not established from the beginning, it was just the wishful thinking of the old owner of the Wit family.
"This ... you really don't have any truth ..." Charlotte was obviously surprised by Maca's fraud, but she never thought that someone could fool everyone with just one mouth.
But Maka smiled and shook her head.
All deceptive lies are paved with facts known to the other party.
Only when the other party recognizes the "real" part of the lie will he subconsciously associate the other part of the "false" with the "real"; and only by letting the other person piece together the two parts can he be convinced. .
Everyone has a self-righteous side. The more self-confident people are, the more they will commit this problem. This is not even Maca himself.
The two walked a few more steps, and Maca suddenly remembered a previous question.
"Sister Xue, I want to ask a question." He turned his head and asked Charlotte, "Witt family ... or, why is the family with the ancient wizarding tradition so low-key? As I see it today Judging, at least the Wit family is still full of information, obviously it is deliberately hiding the influence of the family, right? "
This question was obviously not easy to answer. Charlotte pondered for a long time, and finally hesitated and shook his head.
"As far as I know, every generation of family members in the family strictly prohibits family members from acting publicly. As to why ... the family owner only says to follow the family motto of an ancestor ..." she said, thinking and then continuing, " However, the reason is certainly not that simple. It is said that there are two layers of secret rooms on the ground floor of the family mansion. To allow only every generation of homeowners to enter ... "
"So, if there is an answer, it must be in those two secret rooms?" Marka thoughtfully.
"... and most likely on the second floor." Charlotte nodded characteristically, adding.
Afterwards, the two chatted a few words casually, and saw Maca suddenly turn around.
"McLean, how leisurely are you tonight? Throwing the business to the sneaky guy, but goofing around yourself?"
It was Mad-Eye Moody talking, and after disappearing all night, he suddenly appeared behind Maca.
Maca greeted him with a smile, and he spread his hands indifferently: "Professor Moody, I'm just using time more efficiently! Since Tarino's level of work is good, then I must make sure I make the best use of it. OK, isn't it? "
"You want me to see, you're just hanging around!" Moody leaned on his cane, his face unhappy.
"Okay, I believe things to bewolves will soon ..."
Marka was only halfway there, and turned around with Moody, watching a familiar figure in the alley not far away.
"Look! The person reporting the results has arrived."
"Mr. McLean, good news!" Tarino hurriedly walked to the few people, grinning, "I have found the strongholds where the werewolves are currently located, and within at least three days, they will not change at will. Go to the next stronghold. But ... "
Having said that, he frowned again: "But Greyback is indeed not in the stronghold, leaving no news, and his whereabouts are unknown."
"Is the news reliable?" Maca asked immediately.
"Of course, the source is a coward who was on the edge of the werewolves. He was just expelled from the group some time ago. Now he is hiding in Tibet, and it is a poor mix ... I only used two Jin Jialong to get Less news. "
Tarino said with a smug smile.
"That's the case, go there tomorrow night." Maca nodded, and handed the deposit certificate that he had obtained to Tarino directly. "Go for it yourself! The rest of the half will go first too." Do n’t give it to me, it ’s definitely going to be a task when I pay you in advance. "
"Wrap it on me!" Tarino patted his chest and said, "Send something to the letter, on call!"
"After all, it was stolen, and it took no pain to spend it?" Looking at the back of Tarino, Moody sneered.
"It's better to spend the ill-gotten riches earlier, it's a bit hot to stay in your hand!" Maca said jokingly.
"Primary brother ... what's the ill-gotten wealth? Speak to hear me?"
The three dressed in morning dew, drifted away in the hazy morning sun, and finally disappeared at the end of the street.
...
When the three Maca returned to Hogwarts, the little wizards were already dining in the auditorium.
Hermione's hand was better, but her mood didn't seem to recover. From side to side, Ron glanced at her from time to time, opened her mouth several times in a row, but couldn't say a word.
On the other side, at Slytherin's long table, Willie was seriously eating her breakfast while looking at the notes.
During this time, she has been writing and writing in that handbook, although she still spends a few moments as usual, she obviously spends more time in her handwriting.
When there is no class, she will go to somewhere else by herself.
As it happens, Slytherin has no class schedule this morning. After eating breakfast slowly, she held her notes, carried a handbag, and paced towards the astronomical tower.
Today's wind was not small. Instead of going to the top of the tower, she sat down on a piece of parchment with a piece of parchment paper.
Immediately after, she carried many things out of the handbag just as much. Looking at the tools such as test tubes and crucibles, she seemed to want to do some potion exercises.
However, Willie is not a person who is good at doing these delicate jobs. On the contrary ~ EbookFREE.me ~ her every move seems awkward.
Before doing each step, she carefully looked down at the notes, and then actually proceeded.
An hour, two hours ...
Time flies fast, but failure comes faster.
When the test tube burst due to a mistake in some steps, Willie still packed up expressionlessly, and then tried again without discouragement.
It wasn't until noon that she packed up the tools on time and recorded this little experience in her notes.
When everything came to an end, she silently went downstairs again to lunch in the auditorium.
I don't know when it started, this life became Willy's daily life. Calm, regular, step by step, as if she had been doing it all the time.
Today, Maca, who was just out of the principal's room and was planning to go to the auditorium for lunch, finally saw a trace of signs in Willie.
"Villi?"
Maca stopped the quiet girl who was walking up the stairs with her handbag.
"... Maca?" Willie turned back, then stopped and looked at him calmly.
"Your sleeves are torn." Maca pointed to her slightly oversized robe sleeves. "Also, are there some ... is this a thickener?"
He reached out and twisted on Willie's sleeve, put it under his nose and smelled it, immediately discerning what was slimy.
"What potion are you making?" Maca asked curiously.
Willie looked up, watched Maca blink, and said softly, "It's difficult ..."
As always, her words were concise, but at least this time she clearly expressed her meaning, so as not to let Makado guess. ) !!