Chapter 534 Stalemate and Transaction

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Maca stared at the motionless cardboard curtain, his deep gaze seemed to pierce through it, pointing directly at the person hiding behind it.

Right now, the shed is extremely dim, and it is difficult to see the depths with the naked eye if it is a little further away. Ordinary people usually light up a light to illuminate it, but Maca 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. Maybe the other party was still holding a little bit of luck, hoping that Maca was just cheating casually.

Of course, it is more likely that the other party does not want to move at all, because no matter whether they come out or not, the result is probably the same. Any one of these Death Eaters has at least a few lives in their hands, and one can imagine what will happen after being captured.

For a while, there was no other sound except the sea wind howling outside the shed. All Maca could hear was her own heartbeat... and maybe the other party's.

Bellatrix, is that you? he asked calmly.

After experiencing the previous suicide bombing, he has become a lot more careful. These desperadoes can cast secret spells even when their whole bodies are immobilized, and it is extremely difficult to capture them alive.

Maka McClain?

Probably thinking that it was meaningless to keep silent, the other party finally spoke up, but Maca was taken aback when he heard it. He originally thought that Bellatrix, the person in the center with a secret mission, would be the last one to stay here under the illusion of his companions scattered to break through, but the result was beyond his expectation.

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

That's right, I'm McLean. Maca nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it, Who are you? Dolokhov? Rookwood? Rabastan? Rodolphus?

He reported several names in a row, each of them was the guy he brought out from Azkaban. Most of that group of Death Eaters were sent back to Azkaban one after another, but some remained with Voldemort until the end, and were only taken away by the Order of 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 silent for a while before answering: Syril——Syril Yaxley, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. McLean.

Before he finished speaking, he walked out with the sound of leather shoes stepping on the hard ground.

Yaxley? Maca thought for a while, and quickly pulled out some information that could be used as a reference from the back of his mind, Tell me! What can you tell me? You should understand, You still have the whole family behind you, there is no reason to bother about Voldemort who has failed again.

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

It's just that, in today's magic world, this once prosperous family has declined considerably. Especially in recent generations, the proportion of women born is quite high, and there is almost no other way except to strengthen the blood relationship with other families.

Back then, this Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's claim of bloodlines, and after considering the benefits and opportunities for their family, he fell for the Dark Lord.

But when Voldemort fell for the first time, he, like Lucius Malfoy, managed to get rid of the fate of being thrown into Azkaban, and lurked down safely. Waiting until Voldemort's sudden resurrection, when the Dark Mark burned his arm, he returned to Voldemort's hands again.

And now, Voldemort has fallen again, logically speaking, there is really no need for him to continue to help Voldemort perform the last task.

But for Maca's persuasive advice and temptation,

Yaxley did not respond positively.

Mr. McLean, he said with a blank face, seriously, I admire you very much. No one can push the Dark Lord to that extent, and he is a Dark Lord who is several times stronger than last time. Demon King... I know, standing here to meet you today is probably the last time I will be free.

Really? Maca looked at Yaxley standing in the shadows, and smiled noncommittally, It may be a good thing to be praised by others, but I'm not so good now. Spend more time chatting 'friendly' with you.

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, but then he emphasized his tone slightly: Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to delay the time? I think... please put down the suitcase you are carrying in your hand. Neither you nor it can live without this room.

Do you really think so, Mr. McLean? Yaxley's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his muscles tensed up. In an instant, he changed from an elegant and calm head of the family to a beast.

But Maca shook her head flatly.

You don't need to do such unnecessary things, he said directly, Your expression is very realistic, but you don't hold your wand in your hand—are you going to use the Wandless Charm to deal with me?

Okay...Okay, okay! Yaxley nodded, maybe he didn't want to put on a face anymore, he sighed softly, Everyone of us already knows your strength very well Now... No, I'm afraid this cannot be said to be 'knowing your strength', but to understand the 'gap' between us and you... You say I can't escape, I can completely accept it, and... I Think so too.”

Since you understand— No, wait a minute.

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

Mr. McLean, I do understand that I can't escape from here... He said, shaking the suitcase in his hand, It can't get out, yes... But, I think I still have a chance You destroyed it before you did it, didn't you?

You can try, Maca didn't take out his staff, just looked at the other party with his hands down, but his self-confidence was fully revealed, Whether you destroy it first, or I take it first, you can bet bet.

No, no, no, I don't want to bet my life on something like this...and I don't need to bet, Yaxley waved his hand, but the suitcase was still clutched tightly in his other hand. In his hand, Mr. McLean, as far as I know, you are a very trustworthy young wizard—then now, I think you and I can make a simple deal.

Maca was a little surprised when he heard this. Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other party was supposed to be a person who needed to take care of his family and family, he felt that this man might not be really that loyal to Voldemort.

But after the delay just now, his idea has been completely erased from his mind.

So far, what can I do with this guy?

Say it!

Maca raised his chin, motioning for him to hurry up. As for whether he believed it or not, that was beyond Yaxley's control.

This deal is like this— Yaxley didn't procrastinate this time, but gently put the suitcase in his hand on the ground in front of him, Mr. McLean, from your Just now you just asked me to put down this suitcase, you already know about the mission that the Dark Lord entrusted to me. Although I don’t know where you got it from, I have to admit that your information is so accurate that it’s hard to tell. imagine...

But, that's actually not important. He paused, then continued, I just want to say—I leave the box to you, can you let me leave here?

Regarding Yaxley's words, Maca didn't show any expression.

Although he more or less accidentally learned some fragmented information from Pansy Parkinson, what was in the suitcase was still his guess. It may be a key item left by Voldemort, or it may be a large space, which he does not know.

But even if Maca didn't know it yet, it didn't prevent him from pretending that he knew it very well.

As long as it's true, I don't think it's a big deal to let you go. Maca said calmly, Since you know me, you should also understand that I have no interest in your life and whereabouts. If I can get what I want, even if it's me personally sending you away from the Aurors, it's not a big deal.

No, you don't need to do that step... Yaxley was obviously moved by Maca's words, which can be heard from his slightly slowed down, I just want you to stop Keep chasing me, that's enough. Now that Dumbledore is dead, I won't worry about anyone else finding me so easily except you.

It's up to you! Then you can go now...

Maca nodded casually, took a step aside, and even waved his hand, pushing the wooden door of the shed wide open. The sea breeze from outside then poured in. That salty taste is now equivalent to the taste of freedom.

Under Maca's gaze, Yaxley picked up the suitcase and slowly moved it from the innermost side, and carefully placed it at Maca's feet. At the same time, his gaze was fixed on Maca, and he walked backwards towards the door as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his buttocks.

Maca didn't move, he just watched quietly as Yaxley stepped back inch by inch, and the hand hanging by his side didn't seem to move at all.

But at the moment when Yaxley retreated to the door, he was staring at Maca, but suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes!

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