Chapter 219 Willie's Little Secret

Today in London, it is still cloudy.

The humid air makes people want to take off their clothes and twist them to see if they can wring out the water.

The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, and only some gloomy morning light could be faintly revealed, announcing another period of time that would be intimidated by rain and fog.

Maca had just left the black market with Charlotte, and at the moment the two were walking aimlessly by the shimmering Thames River, stepping on wet pavement bricks, watching the street lamps go out one after another, as if A little leisurely.

After a while of silence, Charlotte finally couldn't help but speak first.

...Primary boy, are you...really going to fight Voldemort? She looked a little worried, and maybe a little bit remorseful.

But in any case, to Maca, that is not too important.

Why should I go against Voldemort? he asked with a relaxed shrug.

The entanglement between him and Voldemort has long been unclear. The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.

With Maca's efforts, the time bomb just removed the timing device and turned into a remote-controlled bomb that could be detonated at any time.

As for whether to hold on to the detonator and use it as a mine, or to throw away the detonator and use it as a landmine... To be honest, Maca is still unable to make a decision.

When he had a choice, he was not a decisive person.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Charlotte.

By the way, senior, what are your plans for the future? I suggest you go to Hogwarts to avoid it first! Maca planned to put aside the previous topic in a brisk tone, but Charlotte didn't keep up his pace.

But... Charlotte pursed her lips, and said anxiously, Didn't you already promise Grandpa that you were going to snatch the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort? You signed the magic contract, and even borrowed it for three months. This collection of books as a deposit...

Maca smiled nonchalantly.

The contract only says that after I won the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort, the Witt family and I will jointly research and use it. But what if I don't want to snatch it at all? If the Sorcerer's Stone is not in Voldemort's hands at all, what will happen? What will happen?

There is one more sentence he didn't say: In fact, the Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed by Dumbledore long ago, where can it be found?

This transaction was not established from the very beginning, it was just wishful thinking of the old head of the Werther family.

This... You really don't have a single word of the truth... Charlotte was obviously shocked by Maca's fraudulent means, but she never thought that someone could bluff everyone with just one mouth.

But Maca smiled and shook her head.

All tenable lies are based on facts known to the other party.

Only when the other party recognizes the true part of the lie, will the other part of the false be subconsciously connected with the truth; and only by letting the other party put the two parts together can they be convinced .

Everyone has a self-righteous side, and the more confident and conceited people are, the more they will commit this problem, which is not immune to Maca himself.

The two walked a few steps forward, and Maca suddenly remembered a previous question.

Senior sister, I have a question. He turned his head and asked Charlotte, The Werther family...or why is the family with the heritage of ancient wizards so low-key? From what I saw today Judging, at least the Werther family is still full of heritage, obviously hiding the influence of the family on purpose, right?

This question is obviously difficult to answer. Charlotte pondered for a long time, and finally shook her head hesitantly.

As far as I know, each generation of patriarchs in the family will strictly order family members not to act in public. As for why... the patriarch only said that he obeyed the family precepts of a certain ancestor... She said,

After thinking for a while, he continued, However, the reason must not be that simple. It is rumored that there are two layers of secret rooms in the basement of the family mansion. The first floor can only be entered after passing the test of the ancestors. Inside is the magic book Aba Taier; and the second floor, only the head of each generation is allowed to enter...

So, if there is an answer, it must be in those two secret rooms? Maca said thoughtfully.

...And it's very likely on the second floor. Charlotte nodded and added.

Afterwards, the two chatted a few more words casually, and saw Maca suddenly turned around.

McLean, have you been leisurely enough this evening? Leave your business to that sneaky guy, and meddle in your own business?

It was Mad-Eye Moody who spoke, and after disappearing all night, he suddenly appeared behind Maca.

Maca greeted him with a smile, spread his hands indifferently and said, Professor Moody, I'm just using my time more effectively! Since Tarino's work is good, I must make the best use of it. OK, isn't it?

To me, you're just wandering around! Moody said with a dissatisfied expression while leaning on a cane.

Okay, I believe that the werewolf thing will soon...

Maca was only halfway through speaking, and turned his head together with Moody, and saw a familiar figure walking out of the alley not far away.

Look! The person who reported the results has arrived.

Mr. McLean, there is good news! Tarino walked quickly to several people, and he said with a smile, I have found out where the group of werewolves are currently located, and they will not change at will for at least three days. We're at the next base. But...

Having said that, he frowned again and said, But Greyback is indeed not in the stronghold, nor has he left any news, and his whereabouts are currently unknown.

Is the news reliable? Maca asked immediately.

Of course, the source of the news is a coward who wandered on the fringes of that group of werewolves. He was just driven out of the group some time ago. Now he is hiding in Tibet, and he is doing very poorly... I only used two gold Galleons to get a lot of money. Less news.

Tarino said, showing a smug smile.

If that's the case, let's go there tomorrow night. Maca nodded clearly, and handed the certificate of deposit that he got before to Tarino directly, Go and cash it yourself! The remaining half is also first You don’t need to give it to me, just treat it as my advance payment to you, and there will definitely be tasks in the future.”

Leave it on me! Tarino patted his chest and said, Leave me a letter if you have anything to do, and I'll be here anytime!

After all, it was snatched, so it doesn't hurt at all to spend it? Looking at Tarino's leaving back, Moody said sarcastically.

It's better to spend the ill-gotten wealth earlier, it's a bit hot to keep in your hands! Maca said jokingly.

Primary school brother... what ill-gotten gains? Let's hear it?

Clothed in morning dew, the three gradually drifted away under the hazy morning sun, and finally disappeared at the end of the street wobbly.

...

When the three of Maca returned to Hogwarts, the little wizards had already had their meals in the auditorium.

The injury on Hermione's hand healed a little, but her mood still didn't seem to recover. Ron on the side glanced at her from time to time, opened his mouth several times in a row, but couldn't say a word.

On the other side, at the long table in Slytherin, Willie was seriously flipping through the notes while eating breakfast.

During this period of time, she has been writing and drawing in that notebook. Although she would stare blankly for a while as usual, it is obvious that she spends more time on the notebook.

When there is no class, she will go somewhere else alone, and she will disappear for most of the day.

Coincidentally, Slytherin had no class scheduled this morning either. After slowly finishing her breakfast, she walked towards the Astronomy Tower with a diary in her arms and a handbag.

It was quite windy today, she didn't go up to the top of the tower, but sat down on a piece of parchment in an open space inside the tower.

Immediately afterwards, she moved out a lot of things from the handbag one after another. Looking at the tools inside, such as test tubes and cauldrons, she seemed to want to do some Potions practice.

However, Willy is not a person who is good at doing these delicate tasks. On the contrary, her every move seems a little clumsy.

Before doing each step, she will carefully look down at the notes, and then do it practically.

an hour, two hours...

Time flies, but failure comes even faster.

When the test tube burst due to some mistakes in some steps, Willy still packed it up with a blank face, and then tried again without any discouragement.

It wasn't until noon that she packed up all the tools very punctually, and recorded some of this experience in her notes.

When everything was over, she quietly went downstairs again to the auditorium for lunch.

I don't know when it started, this kind of life has become Willie's daily life. Calm, regular, methodical, as if she's always been doing it.

But today, Maca, who just came out of the principal's office and was about to go to the auditorium for lunch, finally noticed a trace of signs in Willie.

Willy?

Maca stopped the quiet girl who was walking towards the stairs with her handbag.

... Maca? Willie turned her head, then stopped, and looked at him calmly.

Your sleeves are torn. Maca pointed to the sleeves of her coat, which were a little too long, Also, here are some... Is this a thickener?

He stretched out his hand and twisted Willie's sleeve, then put it under his nose for a little smell, and immediately identified what the sticky thing was.

What kind of potion are you refining? Maca asked curiously.

Willie raised her head, looked at Maca and blinked, then said softly, Practice...it's hard.

As always, her words were concise, but at least this time she expressed her meaning clearly, so that Macha would not guess too much. )!!