Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As soon as Maca stepped into the study, she immediately found the two black flames in the eyes of Voldemort.

Although it is not mentioned in detail in the Book of Sin, this obvious inhuman characteristic is mostly not related to the influence of the Bewitching Monument.

With a silent gaze, Maca calmly walked to the end of the table and sat down, facing Voldemort far away.

"Good evening, everyone." He even smiled at the others.

Just as the atmosphere became more dignified, Voldemort's icy gaze was approaching Maca.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

Voldemort's voice was still a little hoarse, and his tone was much deeper than before.

It can be seen that he is very unhappy now, as if he is a ready-to-run poisonous snake, he can always choose someone to eat and inject the venom in the venom into the other person's body unbridled.

But Maca was still smiling, as if he didn't care about Voldemort's aggressive momentum at all.

"You mean the tentative plan for the second project?" He shook his head slightly. "No plan is perfect. When things changed, I stopped Barty's rebellion. I think you should also thank I'm right. "

"Rebel?" Voldemort asked, staring at Maca, "Bati Crouch Jr?"

"Why do you think he can live this year?" Maka chuckled. "In Azkaban, he should have died long ago, but the fact is that he is still alive ..."

"... I think you already understand what's going on, don't you?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and the constantly flaming black flames in his pupils became more intense, showing that his inner activity was intensifying.

"He's a traitor?" Voldemort sank. "Dumbledore's?"

Instead of answering Voldemort's cross-question, Maca reached out and set a hand around her waist, and then slid a letter along the long table in front of Voldemort.

"Before he died, he thought that I didn't belong to either you or Dumbledore—" he said, "this is a testament he wrote to his father, and he entrusted it to him, You can have a look."

However, Voldemort did not immediately open the envelope, but reached out to hold it. His upper body leaned forward slightly. An inexplicable sense of oppression left all Death Eaters behind.

"Lost letters? Evidence?" Voldemort said coldly. "Do you think that with just a few lines of paper, would I believe you?"

Having said that, he couldn't help humming, and then continued, "Use me not to tell you, how is Batty ..."

"Bertha Jorkins, that stupid woman in the Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic, am I right?" Marka chuckled and said first, "Yes, you cracked the powerful forgetfulness spell and got the Batty was controlled by his father's soul-cure message at home ... well, of course, there are three finals ... "

"But," he said, turning around. "A piece of information that is easily delivered to your door. Do you think it is more valuable than my paper? I don't think it's much worse ..."

Bertha Jorkins, suddenly lost contact when vacationing in Albania, this matter has been in trouble for a while!

At that time, Maca also remembered such a thing after hearing about it.

Opposite, Voldemort's gaze was still cold.

He didn't say anything, but instead opened the envelope and pulled out two thin sheets of stationery, spreading them on a clean table.

In Voldemort's reading, time passed by, and the clock on the wall ticked regularly, making this silence even more breathless.

In fact, the content of the testament does not have much reliable information to capture, most of it is his remorse for his father.

One sentence, however, caught Voldemort's attention:

"... Father, you must be alert to Dumbledore."

For a few minutes, most people seem to be seconds.

After all, that tentative attack on Hogwarts Castle ended without a shot. Even if the main fault should be on Maca's head, then a group of people didn't even touch Hogwarts's door, and everyone had to be punished together.

Finally, Voldemort finished reading the testament, and then he left the stationery aside.

In his youth, Voldemort was handsome and erect. Even though the black flames appeared in his pupils, he added a charm to him.

At this moment, the young-looking Dark Lord frowned slightly, with a hint of clarity on his face.

"... be wary of Dumbledore." He chewed the sentence softly, feeling the realism that the letter gave him more and more.

For people like Tom Riddle, he can understand the so-called "good and evil", but the "fraternity" like Dumbledore, but he has no understanding at all.

So what does Dumbledore's behavior mean in his opinion?

No doubt it is "hypocrisy"!

This so-called "testament" of Maca is talking nonsense throughout. Only the sentence that Voldemort noticed was what he really wanted to see for Voldemort.

It was such a paradox, but it just confirmed Voldemort's speculation on Dumbledore.

"Well, it's a rebellion. It seems that old Batty has some value to use ..." Voldemort said quietly. "So, Batty was going to obstruct your internal response?"

Maca shook her head and said, "He was indeed encouraged by Dumbledore to try to obstruct me, but I found out ... but in the game, I missed the backhand left by Dumbledore and was trapped. Deep in the maze. "

Even the audience wasn't quite sure what was going on in the maze, and it wasn't as much as he wanted.

Voldemort closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, but when everyone thought that this matter was almost the conclusion of the coffin, he saw that he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the wand, and it was a green light blasting towards Maca.

How powerful the deterrent effect of the sorcery spell is, at this moment, revealed on the cruel green face of all Death Eaters.

This green beam of magical light was too fast, and the distance between the two ends of the long table was not too far. Others didn't even have time to think. The beam of light had already penetrated the air and reached Maca.

But Maca seemed to have been waiting for this lightning strike.

I saw that his wand was already in his hand, and then suddenly turned back and held it up, a slightly invisible rule rune flashed quietly at the tip of the wand.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present was very intuitive to feel a chill deep into the bone marrow.

Frost, snow-white frost!

The ice crystal frost formed by the condensation of water vapor in the air, spreading quickly on the long table, the ground, the bookshelf, the sofa, and even the roof, with the tip of the maca wand as the center point ...

In just a blink of an eye, the half of the study in which Maca was located was shrouded in a layer of fine frost.

As the key object, the green beam of light of the voodoo spell has been frozen on the long table at this moment, and the crystal icicle quickly spread to Voldemort.

Voldemort reacted quickly, he hurriedly flicked his wand, and stopped the spell of life. The green icicles fell on the long table, breaking into pieces of ice.

Compared to the original use of Phoenician runes to force the use of regular runes, this time the application method has truly allowed the cool runes to perform its intended purpose.

The rule that even magic flow can cool and freeze is undoubtedly extremely powerful. Correspondingly, when using the ruled runes, Maca's mana consumption is really not ordinary.

The magic power that he consumes just enough is worth the amount of three or five life-throwing spells.

Although it is still more deterrent than use value, it is time for him to figure out how to increase his magic reserve.

But there is no doubt that, as far as he is concerned, absolutely everyone, including Voldemort, felt great pressure.

What level of strength is this, and almost half of the study will be plated with a layer of white frost in an instant?

The Death Eaters couldn't help but look up ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Near the side of Maca, he reached out and patted Frost and Snow on his body. The shock and fear in his eyes overflowed with words.

Voldemort, at this time, didn't say a word. He just stared at Maca's eyes, seemingly trying to see something out of it.

But Maca still smiled, sitting calmly in the chair, let Voldemort look at himself.

"What is this ...?"

From Voldemort's hoarse voice, Maca could hear the deep hidden desire.

"Before answering your question, I think it is necessary for me to ask you a question first--" he smiled. "Dark Lord, the way to say hello in your hometown is to use the Avadasso spell on the guests?"

Maca is actually very clear that the reason why Voldemort suddenly exploded was simply to test it.

If he didn't pick it up, then he would die, and Voldemort wouldn't care much; but if he reluctantly picked it up or avoided it, it would be a very good step down.

But Voldemort did not expect that Maca could easily fight him, and the momentum was not ordinary and huge.

It's ... a little awkward.

However, Voldemort, who had the Bewitching Stele as a hole card, did not think he could really resist it. But at least, in his eyes, Maca already has the strength to talk to him now.

In this regard, even though Voldemort did not want to admit it, he was a little more cautious than before.

"No ..." Voldemort smiled rarely. "I just want to confirm if you have the strength to be my ally."

Maca nodded and set her wand aside.

"That being the case, we should also talk about ... the specifics of the last item of the top three competition ..."