Chapter 211

"... although I don't mind, do you really need to follow?"

Late the next night, Maka looked at Moody's crutches all the way and didn't know what to say.

"I have to stare at you." moody paused his crutch and glared at him again.

"If you don't mind..."

Moody subconsciously stepped back, but the spell still hit.

"Don't point your wand at me!" he shouted nervously.

"At least it won't disturb the enemy for a while." Maka put the wand back into her sleeve and smiled. "It's too loud. I don't want others to hear where we are."

"Do you think I would be so careless?" moody said impatiently and beat his crutch again, but there was no "bang" this time.

It can be seen that he is very unhappy about it.

In fact, Maka and Moody's are similar in some ways - they are vigilant about everything around them and are used to acting alone.

But the difference between the two is that Maka always hides this attitude in her heart; Moody's did not care about the views of others and expressed his character incisively and vividly.

The old and the young marched through the alleys of Hogsmeade, heading deeper.

Suddenly, Moody's magic eye stopped turning and stared at a dark corner.

"Wait." he reached out and stopped Maka, then shouted, "who's there?"

"Who else... Talino, come out!" Marca patted Moody's hand and shouted over there.

As his voice fell, a sorcerer dressed in sloppy clothes carefully came out of the shadow.

"Mr. McLean, you... How did you bring him?" tarino looked nervous, a natural reaction to seeing natural enemies.

For talino, a wizard who makes a living in the underground world, Moody's "fierce name" is almost unknown to everyone. Most people will show the same reaction as tarino when they see him.

"You look a little uncomfortable, my friend?"

Moody stared fiercely at tarino, who looked timid. If people do not know this scene, they will probably regard Moody's as a villain.

"Hey, don't scare him." Marca smiled and waved her hand. "Talino, don't worry... Now crazy eye Moody is just a professor in Hogwarts. He won't be interested in petty theft like you."

"Well, by the way... I'm here to recover the new news during this period. What's the recent situation?" he then asked.

Talino looked at Moody uneasily again. Seeing that he was still staring at himself, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Er... Ah! There's nothing special recently. There's nothing moving about the target you asked me to look at. It seems that they may be brewing something... Eh, or just want to rest for a while? Who knows?"

"Is there any other news?" Marca nodded and then asked, "for example, werewolf or something?"

"You're talking about the recent disappearance of civilian Wizards?" talino immediately replied. "Greyback - you know, the head of the most restless group of werewolves. If the werewolf makes trouble when, it must have something to do with him."

"HMM... finriel greyback..." Maka thought about it and decided to see if the bloodthirsty werewolf leader had changed.

There is no doubt that Peter Pettigrew was killed by him, but there is another so-called "Black Death" around Voldemort.

Now it seems that it may be the werewolf fenril.

He's not ready to turn against Voldemort yet. If fenriel is the black death, it's not a good idea to scare the snake now.

"Talino, do you know the location of the werewolf stronghold?" Marca thought and asked again.

"You know, you know - those guys cry and howl as soon as the moon is full. Who can you hide? But because of this, they have many strongholds, and they may not be able to find the right place for a while." talino spread his hand.

Maka nodded thoughtfully and suddenly the topic changed.

"Talino, I remember you mentioned to me before that there is a large underground black market near the Thames? There should also be werewolves there?"

"Hey, hey..." talino thief smiled, but the next second, he glanced at Moody again and asked quietly, "is he going too?"

"Don't be so quiet, I can hear it." moody, who has been watching coldly, suddenly said, "in that dirty and broken place, you were still in your womb when I went!"

With Moody's ability and high mobility, in fact, many people will habitually ignore his real age. But if you take a closer look, it's not difficult to find that he has white hair now.

At tarino's age, Moody is probably twice as old as him.

"That is to say, it's a place where the Ministry of magic exists by default?" asked Maka with interest.

"It's better to let those ugly guys get together than scattered around." moody said impatiently, "extinction can't be clean... Just like the spot in the old house, it will breed again after a period of time and continue to erode the foundation of the house."

"Also..." Marca agreed. "Well, I'm going to visit there... Professor moody, what about you?"

"You don't care about me. Go wherever you want - I'll watch you there," moody looked at him. "I'll see if you're as good as albus?"

Then he turned and left the alley.

Maka shrugged indifferently, then pulled out her wand and nodded at herself.

Suddenly, His Wizard robe automatically began to deform, and in the twinkling of an eye it was replaced by the wide gray cloth cloak often used to hide his identity, covering up his whole person.

Then he took out a pair of glasses from his waist and put them on the bridge of his nose in his hood. Once again, he turned into an ordinary black mask.

"Talino, lead the way!" Marca urged. "I really want to see the 'dirty and broken place' that Professor moody said."

……

At the same time, in the common room of Slytherin college.

It was late at night, and the little snakes had gone back to their bedrooms to sleep. There was only a small figure lying on a table, as if writing something all the time.

Suddenly, the figure raised his head and turned his eyes to the half moon outside the window.

The silvery moonlight shone down and showed half of the pretty face under the broad pointed hat.

That's Willy brova, a little witch Marca still doesn't understand.

Before long, a cool night wind blew in from the window and gently stirred a few strands of hair under her hat brim. The transparent white hair tip danced quietly, reflecting the bright silver light in the moonlight.

On the desk in front of her, the note was blown several pages by the wind and turned to a page with a plant atlas.

That kind of plant looks very familiar. It is the enigmatic crystal flower once planted in the greenhouse.

Now, those flowers are gone.

After flowering, enigmatic crystal flowers will wither rapidly. Willie has picked them and carefully dehydrated them.

For Willie, it was a treasure she had planted with her "only" friend.

"... the only friend." Willie chewed the word, her delicate little face confused.

Her father told her, but

Can she really have a friend? Or do people like her deserve real friends?

"No... friend." she vomited in a low voice, with a cold tone and no temperature.

From the day she was born, she shouldn't have friends. That's too far away for her. Even the mother dare not approach herself

Yes, it's "no".

What she can bring to the people around her is doomed to be only disaster.

Willie stared at the bright moon outside the window. As usual, she was calm, lonely and had no sense of existence. Even if someone walks in the common room now, I'm afraid it may not attract each other's attention.

This is a curse and a yoke. It was her father who set this heavy yoke for her... Or her huge wizard family full of history.

Therefore, even if her appearance is so beautiful that even Hibiscus Delacour can't compare, but no one can find it.

So, does she care?

Maybe even she doesn't know

After a while, Willie bowed her head again and began to write in her notebook.

……

The Thames is a beautiful river that promotes London, the commercial capital.

Both Muggles and wizards are full of good feelings for this quiet and wide river. It is precisely because of its existence that Britain and the British magic world have become one of the major centers in Europe.

At this moment, under the leadership of talino, Maka is walking along a deserted street on the Bank of the Thames.

"... is the entrance hidden?" asked Maka casually.

"There are many entrances," talino replied. "The characteristic of the black market is that there are many entrances and exits, because everyone is ready to enter or leave from all places at any time..."

"Isn't that hard to hide?" Marca glanced at him curiously.

"It's ok... If you want to know, how to hide it may not be useful, isn't it?" talino shrugged. "Although he doesn't want to admit it, it's really like what crazy eyed man said... You know!"

Just then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "look, that's one of the entrances."