Chapter 123

Beside a wide and straight street, a large house with a garden is sitting there in an even and orderly manner.

At this moment, when the sun was setting in the west, the golden light stretched from the other side of the street to this side, as if laying a layer of sparkling carpet on the street.

The mansion looked a little old under the glow of the sunset, but it was obviously well maintained.

At this moment, a man wrapped in a cloak descended from the sky on a broomstick, and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.

"Boom boom boom."

After a while, there was a hasty knock on the door.

The door was opened from the inside, and a timid house-elf poked his head out from the door.

"I'm looking for old Avery." A young voice came out from the hood of the cloak, calm with a hint of arrogance.

"You, please wait a moment..." The house elf replied softly, and then carefully closed the door again.

Not long after, the house-elf returned.

"May I ask who are you..." It said tremblingly, "If you don't have an appointment, you can't..."

The visitor snorted coldly, pushed the house elf away, and walked straight inside.

"No, no! You can't... really can't... what the master said..." The little elf hurriedly chased after him, but he didn't dare to make any rude moves, and could only use his shrill voice to stop and stop explaining something.

Probably because the elf's movement was a little loud, just as they stepped on the carpet and walked to the middle of the hall, a person came down from the second floor.

"Who are you? How dare you break into our Avery's house casually!" This was a young man who looked rather arrogant. He looked at the uninvited guest coldly and asked loudly. road.

"Of course it's me," the visitor pulled off the hood on his head, "Although I have roughly mentioned my name to you, I haven't made a formal self-introduction...I'm Maca, Maca McLean."

He took off the cloak without any hassle, and casually threw it to the bewildered little elf.

And under his cloak was a set of exquisite wizard robes that he had custom-made for himself out of basilisk materials. 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 him."

In the last second, there was a bit of politeness, but in the next second, it was an unquestionable tone, making it hard to figure out what his attitude was.

"..."

When Lev Avery saw him, his heart began to shudder—the last time at the McMillan's house, the lesson had really impressed him.

At the moment when he was in a trance, accompanied by the sound of unhurried footsteps, a greasy voice came from upstairs.

"Since you're here, you're a guest..." Old Avery was talking, and walked down the stairs the next moment, "Lev, what are you doing there, why don't you invite Mr. McLean to the reception room for a drink? Hot tea?"

It was old Avery, but in fact it was only used to distinguish him from his son, and he was about the same age as Ernie's father. It's just that his son was born earlier, so Lev is a few years older than Maca.

Old Avery obviously knew the goods. When he saw the unique wizard robe on Maca, his eyes lit up immediately - not only was the material special, but even the style was unusual.

It is often said that a person's clothes usually represent a person's identity background, and this is especially prominent among pure blood wizards.

"Please!" Old Avery stretched out his hand to invite, "Please don't mind that Zhilev was rude that day... This way please..."

Under the leadership of Old Avery, Maca followed to the reception room on the side of the hall.

The two sat opposite each other,

Lev also sat aside, and after the house elf brought the refreshments, the seemingly casual conversation gradually unfolded.

Although neither party has much friendship, the speculation of one party and the purpose of the other party made this conversation quite smooth.

When the invisible benefits are in front of you, even if there is only a possibility, it will not make the person who is talking to you feel any boredom.

"...As you said, the courage of the McMillan family is really not worth mentioning. It is simply discrediting the pure-blood wizard family." Old Avery chuckled, "I don't know...Mr. McLean Can you tell me what your family is..."

Maca took a sip of tea calmly, and his mind finally turned to this question.

"The family I belong to is not worth mentioning, it's just a little bit longer history," he said nonsense, of course, this is his old profession, "But... some small things can still be shown All at once."

As he spoke, he drew his wand and gave it a casual flick.

Suddenly, a black mist skeleton emerged from the tip of the staff. This time, both Avery and his son felt the shock in their souls, but the old Avery's magic power was deeper, and Maca's casual display only made him dazed.

But Lev, who was sitting on the side, trembled all over, and stood up abruptly. He just wanted to retreat, but he tripped over the sofa behind him, and fell down on the sofa again, feeling a little weak all over.

Compared with the harmless soul vibration, psychological fear is the root cause of Lev's panic.

"This is... the Dark Mark?" Old Avery asked with a trembling voice, his eyes widened.

"Of course not," Maca squeezed out a cold smile, and said calmly, "But I have to say, I do have a little friendship with the Dark Lord..."

Of course he has a "friendship" with Voldemort, but whether this friendship is good or bad, old Avery has no way of knowing.

"So..." Old Avery said solemnly, "Is the Dark Lord... going to... come back?"

"Sooner or later, you don't have to worry about this, what you have to remember is—" Maca said, with her elbows on her knees, her upper body leaning forward, and her tone was emphasized.

"The Dark Lord just wanted to know if his old friends were still with him when he returned."

Although the tone was still calm, the meaning contained in his words made old Avery a little frightened.

He hesitated, held back for a long time before tentatively saying: "So, I... what should I do?"

At this moment, Maca fixedly stared at old Avery's eyes with his emotionless eyes. Those cold and deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, a chill that penetrated the bones.

After a long time, Maca leaned back on the sofa again, and her tone softened again: "This is just a reminder. I am here this time, and I need your cooperation for a small matter."

To be honest, when the atmosphere calmed down again, even with old Avery's deepness, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Were those eyes just now? He felt as if he was being targeted by a dementor, and he didn't have any emotions that humans should have.

"Please tell me." Old Avery nodded.

"Remind your friend, don't spend all your time on insignificant things." Maca put the wand back into the sleeve and said without looking up.

"you mean--"

"Of course it's Lucius Malfoy. He really thought that he could crack Dumbledore's status with those little tricks? He didn't have so much time to play step by step. Thirteen years, what did he do? Maca spread her hands, pretending to be impatient.

"But, why don't you go directly..." Old Avery hesitated.

"Because your son doesn't go to Hogwarts, understand?"

"You and Sev..." Old Avery paused, swallowed the words again, "Yes, I understand, I will go and talk to Lucius."

"Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord returns." Maca said flatly, "If Malfoy asks, you can ask him, is that diary still there—"

Having said that, Maca sneered: "I believe he will understand."

After that, Maca rejected old Avery's dinner invitation and went back to Hogwarts in the night that just fell.

If he visited rashly this time and made a fool of himself, it was naturally not just for the sake of Buckbeak. To put it bluntly, it was just incidental, and to plant a stepping stone in Voldemort's influence first, this was his real purpose.

Now that Peter Pettigrew had slipped away first, the process of the plan would naturally have to be accelerated.

Although his magical power is still a little insufficient, time will never wait for anyone, and all kinds of unexpected troubles will never greet you again.

Maca's "strength" was not limited to his magic from beginning to end.

...

As the day of the Quidditch game drew closer, the entire Gryffindor House was excited about it.

The once-legendary Charlie Weasley—that is, Ron's second brother—has served as a Seeker, but after him, Gryffindor House hasn't really been brilliant yet!

What's more, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch Cup after the maca once had a bright future. Fortunately, that "point-splitting maniac" himself was not so enthusiastic about the game, which rekindled everyone's hope.

But Harry didn't think any of them, including Wood, were as eager to win as he was.

The animosity between Harry and Malfoy had reached its highest point in the last few days.

In Hogsmeade before, Harry threw a lot of mud at Malfoy with the convenience of the invisibility cloak, and Malfoy was very angry about this; but what made him even more annoyed was that Harry managed to escape punishment!

Harry hadn't forgotten that Malfoy had managed to frame him during their match against Ravenclaw, and Buckbeak's case had only made him more determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the whole school.

But just recently, Malfoy inexplicably kept a low profile, and even when he saw him, he just stared at him and walked away.

"Can pigs fly (Pigs might fly)②?" Harry's puzzled look was beyond words.