Chapter 536

Marca didn't lie before. His main purpose this time is to get information about Voldemort's secret plan. As for whether Yaxley stayed or left, he didn't really care much.

But now it seems that what he wants is not so easy to get.

When Yaxley stared at the moment when he retreated to the door of the shed, Maka's mind taking started. The timing was very accurate. Nayaxley was secretly relieved that he was about to escape from the shabby hut.

Therefore, the relaxed spirit and direct looking eyes become the best invasion window for taking God and chanting mantra. With a flower in front of each other's eyes, segments of memory images flash through both sides' minds.

In principle, this can be said to be the best way to obtain information. Both the slightly procrastinating rhythm of the conversation and the pressure brought by Maka's position by the door are important conditions for this moment.

Only in this way can the other party succeed in one fell swoop without time to respond, so as to avoid the recurrence of suicide bombings like before.

However, even with such careful arrangement, Maka's results are still not ideal.

"... a bad amnesia spell, isn't it?"

When Yaxley found that he had returned to reality from the fragmented memories, the tension, solemnity and even the relaxation of the last moment on his face were swept away. Instead, it is a plain face.

"It's really bad," Marca looked at him coldly. "It seems that you didn't intend to leave here from the beginning?"

The "bad" in their mouth refers to the bad amnesia spell imposed on Yaxley in advance. The intensity of the amnesia spell has even broken some fragments other than the target memory. Obviously, the reason why he did so was to completely remove the memory of the secret mission.

Amnesia mantra can be recovered to some extent, or at least it can be excavated from deeper memory through strong enough God taking mantra. But the amnesia curse put on Yaxley destroyed the whole relevant memory and some other memory fragments.

This degree of amnesia spell is enough to damage the soul of the cursed person. It can be seen that this guy's determination is not generally strong.

"You almost don't remember why you did it. Is your choice still meaningful?" Marca asked slightly surprised.

"That's who I am."

Yaxley's answer was quite straightforward. He took it for granted, as if all this should have ended like this. As for the reason why he did so? That's what he thought before he lost his memory. Is it necessary for him to deny his choice?

From him, Maka felt an unwarranted persistence. Maybe as he said, he is such a person who only believes in himself forever?

Death Eaters are also people, and people are all kinds of people. Everyone will have their own ideas.

"That's it!" makaton lost interest. "Maybe in the next days, you can make a good plan for the upcoming Azkaban life."

The voice did not fall, only heard a dull bang, and a figure flew out directly from the door of the shed. When he fell on his back in the snow outside the shed, he had fallen into a deep coma.

After a while, Marca came out with him, along with the old suitcase. Maka shook her head slightly, threw the suitcase casually aside on the side of the extinguished campfire, and then left in a direction.

As expected, although the suitcase is indeed a container that has been cursed with traceless extension, it only contains some sundries that can be seen everywhere and has nothing of value.

……

Let's move forward a little. Just as Maka and nayaxley are making false representations to each other, an invisible figure is running fast on the road to the west of the shantytown.

Although I am now in a stealth state, it may not be absolutely safe, even if this stealth agent works quite well.

She knew she couldn't stop. She wanted to stay away from stefky and reach the next town as soon as possible.

Although she was very angry and angry, you know, with her usual temperament, she must have turned back and fought with those stupid Aurors. Yes, if you can trample on a few "industrious and brave" Aurors, the master will be very happy.

But no, she knew she had to leave there and couldn't stay for a moment.

She is Bellatrix, a Death Eater with a great mission, a pure blood wizard who has been given great glory by her master!

However, from the moment she left Stevie, she always felt as if something was following her. What is it? What's following? Is it an illusion?

While running, she hurriedly turned her head several times, scanned everything behind her, but found nothing suspicious.

The insecurity brought by Azkaban's prison experience made her feel a lot of irritability under the feeling of being watched.

In the past, whenever she had this feeling, she would torture people to relax herself. The more painful the tortured object is, the more comfortable she will feel physically and mentally.

But now, there is no chance for her to do so.

It's about three miles from stefky to the neighboring town of wells. This distance is not a big deal for a Muggle. You can get there quickly by bike.

But if you run on only two legs, it's still a very deadly journey.

But now she must run until she is far enough to try to escape from others with the help of the phantom shape shifting spell. Otherwise, the escape opportunities that her companions had won for her would become meaningless.

The roadside trees on both sides of the road kept retreating behind Bellatrix. Occasionally, large fields could be seen in the gap between the trees, which were covered with unmelted snow.

The cold air inhaled between the mouth and nose was poured into the lungs with each breath, and then the temperature in her body was taken away.

The wind that was about to fall into the night was very sharp. While she was running, she cut her cheek like a knife, which seemed to remind her that spring was still far enough away.

"Bang!"

It was about stepping on the thin ice on the road. The ice compacted by the snow was very slippery. She fell hard when she wasn't careful. But when she fell to the ground and her ankle hurt for a while, the suitcase she always held tightly was held high by her, and she was stunned that she had not been knocked to half a point.

"Cough..."

Several choking coughs suddenly rang out from the deserted road. After a little echo for two or three times, they merged into the gradually darkened night sky.

Unknowingly, the sun has set.

Bellatrix struggled to support himself, gasping, still trying to get up and run on. As she got up, her eyes showed a fierce light - she Bellatrix, how could she ever be so embarrassed?

But it didn't help how to be cruel with the air. She moved her feet and found that although it hurt a little, it didn't affect her walking. So she ran forward again.

However, there seemed to be a voice telling her that most of her next actions would not go well. So, just the moment she ran, she fell down again!

Of course, she didn't slip this time. Bellatrix clearly felt that there was a strong impact coming from behind her and forcibly bumped her forward and rushed out.

Even if she suddenly fell to the ground, she still managed to protect the suitcase in her hand, as if she was afraid of it falling. It was hard to imagine what was in there, so that she instinctively protected it regardless of her injury.

And in the next second, Bellatrix no longer hesitated. She didn't go to see what the ghost thing was that bumped herself into the air. Instead, when she fell to the ground, she recklessly launched the phantom shape shifting spell.

In a twist, she suddenly disappeared into the middle of the not very wide road with her suitcase. Almost the next second she left, several and a half human tall shadows fell there one after another, but threw themselves into the air.

If someone is here, he must be able to see it through the sky that is not completely dark. It is actually several big spiders. But I saw them wandering in place for a while. With a slight flash of several strange symbols on their bodies, they all shrunk to the size of their thumbs and scattered away

Bellatrix's position was not far away, probably because she had focused on the small town called wells before. She moved here without much thought in an emergency.

Just now, she was so hurt and weak that she wanted to fall apart. There was a wound on her forehead, and the scarlet blood flowed slowly from there, making her angry face more fierce and cold.

The place where the phantom appeared was opposite the convenience store on the east side of wells town. There was a cover of trees. Even if there were pedestrians coming and going across the street, no one found her.

Now, maybe it's time to continue to leave with the phantom shape shifting spell.

Although Auror might track her direction this time, there was no better choice for her to choose in the current situation.

However, at the moment when Bellatrix wanted to perform the phantom shift again, an idea in her mind stopped her and stared directly at a Muggle woman next to the convenience store opposite.