Chapter 535

"Come out! Don't hide. There's no point hiding behind that."

Maka stared at the motionless cardboard curtain. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate it, pointing directly at the man hiding behind him.

At present, the shed is extremely dark, and it is difficult to see the deep with the naked eye a little farther away. Most people usually light a light, but Maka doesn't care about it because he doesn't need to see too clearly.

The other party was obviously indifferent to his kind reminder and didn't even move. Perhaps the other party is still holding some slight luck and expects Maka to cheat casually.

Of course, it's more likely that the other party doesn't want to move at all, because I'm afraid the result will be the same whether it can't come out or not. Any one of these Death Eaters has at least several lives on his hands. You can imagine the end when he is captured.

For a time, there was no sound other than the sea breeze outside the hut. All Maka can hear is her own heartbeat... And maybe each other's.

"Bellatrix, is that you?" he asked calmly.

After experiencing the previous suicide bombing, he has been much more careful. These outlaws can cast secret spells even when they are immobilized. It is extremely difficult to catch them alive.

"Marca McLean?"

Probably thought it was meaningless to shut up. The other party finally made a noise, but Maka was stunned. He had thought that the last person who stayed here under the illusion of his companions breaking out would be Bellatrix, the central person with a secret mission, but the result was beyond his expectation.

What he heard was a slightly hoarse and low male voice!

"Yes, I'm McLean." Marca nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not. "Who are you? Dolohov? Lukwood? Rabastan rodolfs?"

He gave several names in a row, each of which was the guy he had brought out of Azkaban. Most of the Death Eaters returned to Azkaban one after another, but some stayed with Voldemort until the end, and were brought to the pot by the Phoenix team not long ago.

However, none of the names he reported belonged to the man standing behind the paper curtain.

The other party was a little silent, and then opened his mouth and replied, "Cheryl - Cheryl Yaxley, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McLean."

Before the words fell, he came out with the friction sound of leather shoes stepping on the hard ground.

"Yaxley?" Maka thought, and soon pulled out some information materials that can be used as a reference from the depths of her mind. "Tell me! What can you tell me? You should understand that the whole family needs to bear behind you. There is no reason to bother for Voldemort who has failed again."

As he said, Yaxley is also a family of pure blood wizards with some details in the British magic world.

However, in today's magic world, this once prosperous family has declined quite. Especially in recent generations, there are still a large proportion of women born. There is almost no other way except to strengthen the blood relationship with other families.

At that time, the Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's claim of descent. After considering the interests and turnaround of Voldemort's family, he fell to the Dark Lord.

But when Voldemort fell for the first time, like Lucius Malfoy, he managed to escape the fate of being thrown into Azkaban and lurked down unharmed. Until Voldemort's sudden resurrection, when the black mark burned his arm, he returned to Voldemort's hands again.

Now, Voldemort has fallen down again. Reasonably speaking, he really has no need to continue to help Voldemort perform his last task.

But Yaxley did not respond positively to Maka's crucial exhortation and temptation.

"Mr. McLean," he said expressionless, "seriously, I admire you very much. No one can force the Dark Lord to that extent, and he is still a dark lord several times stronger than last time... I know that standing here to meet you today is probably the last time I have freedom."

"Really?" Maka looked at Yaxley standing in the shadow and smiled noncommittally. "It may be a good thing to be praised by others, but I don't have so much time to chat 'friendly' with you now."

He said, pausing a little, but increasing his tone a little: "Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to delay time? I think... Please put down the suitcase you are carrying in your hand! Neither you nor it can leave this room."

"Do you really think so, Mr. McLean?" Yaxley's eyes suddenly became sharp, his muscles tightened, and he changed from an elegant and calm family to a beast in an instant.

But Maka shook her head blandly.

"You don't have to do such a meaningless thing," he said directly. "Your expression is very realistic, but your wand is not in your hand - are you going to use the wandless spell against me?"

"All right... All right, all right!" Yaxley nodded, probably not wanting to put on a mask any more. He sighed gently, "Everyone of us already knows your strength very well... No, I'm afraid it can't be said to 'know your strength', but to understand the 'gap' between us and you... You say I can't escape, I can fully accept it, and... I think so too."

"Now that you understand --" "no, wait."

Maka obviously didn't want to continue this conversation, but Yaxley interrupted him first, with a strange expression.

"Mr. McLean, I do understand that I can't escape here..." he said, lifting his suitcase and shaking it. "It can't get out, that's right... But I think I still have a chance to destroy it before you do it, don't I?"

"You can try," Marca did not take out the staff, so she looked at each other, but her self-confidence was revealed. "You can destroy it first, or I'll take it first. You can bet."

"No, no, no, I don't want to bet my life on such a thing... And I don't need to bet," said Yaxley, waving his hand, but the suitcase was always tightly held in his other hand. "Mr. McLean, as far as I know, you are a very trustworthy young Wizard - now, I think you and I can make a simple deal."

Maka was surprised when he heard the speech. Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other party should be a person who needs to take care of his family and family, he felt that this man might not be so loyal to Voldemort.

But under the delay just now, his idea had been completely erased from his mind.

Now, what can I do with this guy?

"Say it!"

Maka raised her chin and signaled him to let go of something. As for whether she believed it or not, it was not his business that Yaxley could manage.

"The deal is like this -" Yaxley did not procrastinate this time, but gently put the suitcase in his hand on the ground in front of him, "Mr. McLean, you can know from the fact that you just asked me to put down this suitcase. You have understood the task assigned to me by the Dark Lord. Although I don't know where you learned it, I have to admit that the accuracy of your information is unimaginable..."

"But it doesn't really matter," he continued after a pause. "I just want to say - the box is for you. Can you let me leave here?"

For Yaxley's words, Maka didn't show any expression.

Although he learned some fragmented information from pansy Parkinson, it was always his guess what was in the suitcase. He didn't know whether it was a key item left by Voldemort or a large space.

But even if Marca didn't know, it didn't prevent him from pretending to know very well.

"As long as it's true, I don't think it's a big deal to let you go." Maka calmly said, "since you know me, you should also understand that I don't have any interest in your life, death and whereabouts. If I can get what I want, even if I let me personally send you away from Auror's pursuit, it's not a big problem."

"No, you don't need to do that step..." obviously, Yaxley was moved by Maka's words, which can be heard from his slightly slowing speed. "I just want you to stop chasing me. Now that Dumbledore is dead, I won't worry that anyone else can find me so easily except you."

"Whatever you want! Then you can go now..."

Maka nodded casually, took a step aside, even waved and pushed the wooden door of the shed completely open. The sea breeze poured in. The salty smell is now equivalent to the taste of freedom.

Under Marca's gaze, Yaxley took up the suitcase, moved slowly from the innermost side, and then carefully placed it at Marca's feet. At the same time, his eyes stayed on Marca's body as if he had a pair of eyes behind his ass and walked backward to the door.

Maka didn't move. He just watched Yaxley step back inch by inch, and his hand hanging on his side didn't move at all.

But at the moment when Yaxley retreated to the door, he was staring at Maka, but suddenly felt a sudden flower in front of him!