Chapter 124

Beside a wide and straight street, a large house with a garden is sitting there smoothly.

It was still sunset at the moment, and the golden light extended from the other end of the street to this side, just like paving the street with a layer of glittering carpet.

The big house looked a little old in the shadow of Xihui, but it was obviously well maintained.

Just then, a man wrapped in a cloak fell from the sky with a flying broom and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.

"Dong Dong Dong."

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

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

"I'm looking for old Avery." a young voice came out of the hood of the cloak, calm with a trace of pride.

"You, please wait..." the house elf whispered, and then carefully closed the door again.

It wasn't long before the house elf came back.

"Who are you..." it trembled. "If you don't make an appointment, you can't..."

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

"No, no! You can't... really can't... what the master said..." the elf hurried after him, but he didn't dare to make any rude actions. He could only explain what in a sharp voice.

Probably because the Elves were a little noisy. Just when they stepped on the carpet and came to the middle of the hall, a man came down from the second floor.

"Who are you? How dare you break into our avery's house casually!" asked a rather arrogant young man, looking coldly at the uninvited guest.

"Of course it's me," the comer pulled off his hood. "Although I roughly told you my name, I haven't made a formal self introduction... I'm Marca, Marca McLean."

He took off his cloak and threw it at random to the bewildered elf.

Under his cloak was a set of exquisite wizard robes he had made for himself with basilisk materials. Under the setting sun outside the window, it emits a faint dark green, which looks quite wonderful.

"Is your father there? Take me to see him."

The last second was a little polite, but the next second was an indisputable tone, which made people confused about his attitude.

“……”

Lev avery's heart began to grow angry when he saw him - he was really impressed by the lesson he learned at McMillan's house last time.

At the moment of his trance, accompanied by a leisurely sound of footsteps, an oily sound came from the building.

"Now that he's here, it's the guest..." old avery was saying, and the next moment he came down from the upstairs. "LEV, what are you doing there? Why don't you invite Mr. McLean to the reception room for a cup of hot tea?"

It is said that old Avery, in fact, is only used to distinguish him from his son, and his age is about the same as Ernie's father. But his son was born earlier, and LEV was several years older than Maka.

Old avery obviously knew the goods. When he saw Maka's unique wizard robe, his eyes lit up immediately - not only the material was special, but also the style was unusual.

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

"Please!" old avery stretched out his hand and invited, "Lev was impolite that day. Please don't mind... This way..."

Under the leadership of old Avery, Maka followed him to the reception room on the side of the hall.

They sat opposite each other, and LEV also sat aside. After the house elf brought tea, the seemingly casual conversation began gradually.

Although neither side has any friendship, the speculation of one side and the purpose of the other side have made the dialogue quite smooth.

When invisible interests are in front of us, even if there is only possibility, it will not make the interlocutors bored.

"... as you said, the courage of the Macmillan family is really worthless. It's just discrediting the pure blood wizard family." old avery smiled. "I wonder... Can Mr. McLean reveal what your family is..."

Maka drank tea calmly and finally got around to this problem.

"My family is not worth mentioning, that is, the history has been a little longer," he said falsely. Naturally, he came with his mouth open, which is his old business. "But... Some small things can be displayed."

He said, drawing out his wand and shaking it at will.

Suddenly, a black fog skeleton emerged from the tip of the staff. This time, Avery and his son felt the shock of his soul, but the magic of old avery was deeper. Maka's casual display just made him feel lost.

But LEV, who was sitting on one side, shivered all over and stood up. He just wanted to step back, but he tripped over the sofa behind him and sat down on the sofa. The whole person was a little soft.

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

"Is this... The black mark?" old avery asked, his eyes wide and trembling.

"Of course not," Marca said calmly with a cold smile, "but I have to say that I do have a little friendship with the Dark Lord..."

Of course he had a "friendship" with Voldemort, but old avery didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"So..." old avery said solemnly, "is the Dark Lord... Coming back?"

"Sooner or later, you don't have to care about this. What you have to remember is --" Marca said, putting her elbows on her knees, leaning forward and aggravating her tone.

"The Dark Lord wanted to know whether his old friends were still with him when he came back."

Although the tone of voice was still very calm, the meaning contained in his words made old avery a little frightened.

He hesitated and held it for a while before tentatively saying, "so, i... what should I do?"

At this time, Maka stared at old avery's eyes with his eyes without emotional fluctuation. The cold and deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, a kind of Yin cold that penetrated the bone marrow.

After a long time, Maka leaned back on the sofa and softened her tone again: "it's just a reminder. I need you to cooperate with me this time."

To tell the truth, when the atmosphere eased again, even with the depth of old Avery, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Was that a human look just now? He felt as if he had been watched by a Dementor, and there was no human emotion.

"Please," old avery nodded.

"Remind your friend, don't spend all your time on unimportant things." Marca put her wand back into her sleeve and said without raising her head.

"You mean --"

"Of course it's Lucius Malfoy. Does he really think that those little tricks can crack Dumbledore's position? There's not so much time for him to play step by step. What has he done in 13 years?" Marca spread his hand and pretended to be impatient.

"But why don't you just go..." old avery hesitated.

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

"You and Seaver..." old Everton paused and swallowed again. "Yes, I see. I'll talk to Lucius."

"Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord comes back." Marca said faintly. "If Malfoy asks, ask him if the diary is still there --"

Speaking of this, Maka sneered: "I believe he will understand."

After that, Maka refused old avery's invitation to dinner and went back to Hogwarts in the just falling night.

To say that his rash visit made him fool around, it was not just about Buckbeak. To put it bluntly, it was just by the way, and first buried a stepping stone in Voldemort's power, which was his real purpose.

Since Pettigrew Peter has slipped away first, the process of the plan must be accelerated.

Although his magic power is still slightly insufficient, time will never wait. All kinds of unexpected troubles will never say hello to you again.

Maka's "strength" is not limited to his magic from beginning to end.

……

As the days of Quidditch approached, the whole Gryffindor court was excited.

The legendary Charlie Weasley - Ron's second brother - once served as a seeker, but after him, the Gryffindor court has not really been brilliant!

What's more, after Maka once had unlimited scenery, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch cup. Fortunately, the "scoring maniac" himself was not so enthusiastic about the game, which rekindled hope for everyone.

But Harry thought that none of them, including wood, was as eager to win as he was.

A few days ago, the hostility between Harry and Malfoy had reached the highest point.

Previously, in Hogsmeade village, Harry threw a lot of mud at Malfoy by virtue of his invisibility cloak, which Malfoy resented; To his annoyance, Harry managed to escape punishment!

Harry didn't forget that Malfoy tried to frame him in their game against Ravenclaw, and Buckbeak's case made him more determined to beat Malfoy in front of the whole school.

But recently, Malfoy kept a low profile for some reason. He even stared at him and walked away.

"Can pigs fly?" said Harry with a look of wonder.