Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Bellatrix was taken away by Maca, and along with them left the suitcase, which was the central point of the entire escape. All that remained was the Aurors who were staring blankly.

Kingsley walked away temporarily, because just now, he received calls from the other two teams.

"Boss, look at this--"

In a snowy forest on the outskirts of Stifki, the two former Aurors who had been chasing the Death Eaters had already gathered here, and their harvest was "resting" on the one in front of them. A small patch of woods.

Including the scorched black corpse found in the town and Yaxley who was hit by the powerful stun spell, the twelve Death Eaters who had previously sat around a table in the space of the suitcase, one more and one more It's all here.

It was just that the ten Death Eaters who pretended to break out just now were somewhat strange. No, the Aurors all felt that everything that happened from this evening was weird.

But at least, they never imagined that they would find ten stone statues themselves to hunt down the criminals who fled. These stone statues come in different shapes, either rushing or running, and each one is alive and living like a real person.

Ok! They are real people-after all, standing here are Aurors whose profession is dealing with black wizard cases, how can they not know that these Death Eaters have been petrified?

However, the fact that they are desperate fugitives who have fled to different directions have been petrified by something unknown in the same period of time. This fact seems quite unacceptable.

"Um ..." Kingsley raised an eyebrow, then nodded silently. "In short, it's great work to catch it all without a hit, as long as the result is good, isn't it?"

"But—" A young Auror scratched his scalp. "Boss, you said ... but we all come to the task with the belief that we will sacrifice when we don't know when!" Before today, If anyone tells me I can take a walk and catch all the Death Eaters, I must throw him into Azkaban! Isn't this a joke ... "

"Then do you want to keep checking, or do you feel comfortable returning to receive the bonus?" Another older Auror asked with a smile.

"You are insulting me!" The young Auror stalked his neck and glanced at the predecessor. "You wait! If the bonus is not enough to calm down my blood, you are waiting for a treat! Three brooms , Streaming gold rum in oak barrels! "

The old Auror heard not only was not angry, but nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, in the future you will definitely be a proud Auror." He continued with a smile and said, "Young man, you are very suitable to go our way."

"Cough—" Kingsley couldn't stand it anymore. He gave a cough, and then said it authentically. "In short, just report the situation on the spot as usual. As for whether the investigation will be reopened, it is not something we can manage. That's it. Bring them all together and close the team! "

After all, he waved his hand and went back to the spot where he was just now to continue surveying the situation.

...

On the other side, the basement of Black's old house.

The dungeon, which rarely comes in handy, welcomes a new guest this time. Bellatrix was bound by her hands with the magical chain that Makar had enchanted herself. The magic in her body was completely silent as if it had completely disappeared. Not to mention any mystery magic, even the magic wave naturally emitted in her body. It's gone.

"Open your eyes! You are awake, there is no need to pretend you are unconscious anymore."

Maca and Sirius stood there in front of Bellatrix, who fell to the ground. The expressions of the two of them were different, one with a calm face and one with aversion, and they represented exactly two very different views of the Death Eaters.

Some wizards hate this kind of maggot that disturbs the magic world like Death Eaters. Most of these people were directly or indirectly affected by the appearance of Voldemort, and some of them even lost their relatives.

While some wizards don't feel much about them, this just reflects the habits and positions of people who have nothing to do with themselves and don't care. Perhaps it is for this reason that Voldemort will have a chance.

In fact, Maca should belong to the latter. It is only because of various opportunities that he has to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort, instead of being an ordinary theatre spectator.

Under Maca's instigation, Bellatrix also stopped pretending. She opened her eyes sharply, climbed up and stared at Maca with a cold expression, but quickly turned her eyes back to Sirius.

Just as Sirius disliked his cousin, Bellatrix also looked down on this "purebred shame" cousin. If it were possible, she would even divide it at the right time and then quickly.

Fundamentally, Sirius is indeed a very typical "family misfortune". As a descendant of a pure blood wizard family, and also the last male of the last name Black, the non-purebloodist is obviously an unqualified heir to the family.

"Sirius," Maca suddenly turned her head, her face subtly said, "I think the sisters in the United States are actually pretty good. Otherwise, you should find some time to look at them?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked with a twitch of his mouth.

Maca shrugged, and passed him a "look at yourself" look. For a moment, both Sirius and Bellatrix were a little puzzled by his words, he turned his head and looked at the latter.

"Bellatrix!"

With a loud scream, it's easy to scare people. Even if the other person's nerves are relatively large, at least they will subconsciously attract the other person's attention and sight together for a moment.

The moment they met their eyes, Maca skillfully cast a silent devotional spell.

The time to read the memory is fleeting, and the flow of thought is usually faster than ordinary people think. Just a few seconds later, Maca had looked away.

"How? What the **** are they doing?" Sirius asked in spite of Bellatrix's anger.

But Maca looked a little hesitant. He glanced in amazement at the mad woman who was sitting on the cold ground in front of him, and opened his mouth without speaking.

"What's wrong?" Sirius frowned.

Maca shook her head. He didn't know how to say it, let alone say it.

"I didn't expect it," Maca said, thinking for a while, before turning to Bellatrix again. "If I didn't go today, no one would know about this, right? But you do, Is it really good? "

Bellatrix certainly heard Maca's words, but she didn't say a word as if she hadn't heard them. She just stared at Maca, still with anger on her face, and even a hint of madness.

Sirius looked at the two of them back and forth, as if they felt the two were playing a mystery and heard him confused. But after so many things, he still respects Maca's choice. If the other party doesn't say it, he won't keep asking.

"Bellatrix," Marka saw when she wasn't talking, weighed it in her heart again, and then said again, "I can't talk about it, but I have to get what you left there Go. I'll just ask you a question here, because after all, you ... I believe you understand, you have only one choice. "

When hearing these words from Maca, Bellatrix finally reacted beyond glaring. I saw her look slightly changed, and there was a slight flash of complexity in her eyes as she looked at Maca.

"... you all said so clearly, do I have any other choice?"

At this time, her voice seemed a little hoarse, and she also had a kind of pain that was rare in her body. This crazy witch, who has always been tortured, will also show such a look. At least Sirius, who is watching at one side, is completely stunned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You will be glad for your decision today. "Maca nodded and said so.

...

At the same time that Sirius was baffled by the sight in front of him, a young Muggle woman was opening her door and walking in the small town of Wells off the coast of Norfolk.

"Sarah?" A male voice rang from the second floor with a clear and sunny voice. "Is Sarah you? Didn't you just go to the convenience store to buy candy? Why did you come back so late?"

"Candy? What are you talking about, dear?" The young woman called Sarah wondered, "I'm going for a walk with our baby! Look, how happy is she?"

"What? What baby? Are you exactly--"

With the sound of "swish" downstairs, a handsome young man came downstairs like a gust of wind, and then stopped in shock.

"Child? Where did you carry it from?" He said suddenly.

"What 'where did you get it from?'" Sarah gave her newlywed husband a glance. "Are you sleepy? This is our Delphi! Tell you not to go to sea at night, you see, sleep well It was so dark that she didn't even know her own daughter! "

"you you--"

The young man's face changed for a while. After jumping several "you" in succession, he seemed to want to understand something, his eyes were round.

"It seems that I really shouldn't go fishing at night," he gritted his teeth and said, "OK! Very good! It's amazing!"

When the young handsome man burst into tears, the child in Sarah's arms burst into tears, and the clear voice broke through the living room. And on the child's neck, a string of silver necklace faintly flashed a stream of purple and black.