Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Maca did not lie before. The main purpose of his visit this time was to get information about Voldemort's secret plan. As for whether Yaxley stayed or left, he didn't really care.

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

As Yaxley stared at him the moment he retreated to the door of the shack, Maca's demention was launched. The timing was right, when Yaxley was secretly relieved to be about to flee this dilapidated shed.

As a result, the relaxed spirit and the eyes staring directly became the best invasion window for capturing the magic spell. As the other person's eyes drew, a section of memory flashed quickly in both minds.

In theory, this can be said to be the best solution for obtaining information. Whether it is a slightly procrastinating conversation, or the pressure placed on the opponent by Maca's standing position at the door, are important conditions that facilitate this moment.

Only in this way can the other party succeed in the first time without having to respond, so as to avoid the suicide bombing like before.

However, even with such careful arrangement, the results achieved by Maca are still not ideal.

"... a terrible amnesia, isn't it?"

When Yaxley realized that he had returned to reality from the broken memories, the tension, dignity and even the last moment of slackness on his face were swept away. Instead, it was bland.

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

"Bad" in their mouths refers to the poor amnesia spell that was previously applied to Yaxley. The intensity of the amnesia curse has even shattered some segments other than the target memory. Obviously, he did it exactly to completely remove the memory of the secret mission.

Amnesia can be recovered to a certain extent, or at least it can be excavated from deeper memories through a sufficiently powerful devotional spell. But the amnesia spell, which was placed on Yaxley, destroyed the entire relevant memory, along with other parts of the memory, very rudely.

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

"You hardly even remember why you did it, so does your choice still make sense?" Maca asked in amazement.

"I am that kind of person."

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

From his body, Maca felt a perseverance. Maybe like he said, he is such a person who always believes in himself, right?

The Death Eaters are also people, and people are all kinds of people, and everyone will have their own ideas of doing things.

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

The voice did not fall, only a muffled "bang" sound was heard, and a figure flew straight out from the door of the shed. When he lay on his back in the snow outside the shack, he was already in a deep coma.

After a while, Maca followed, and as he came out, there was the old suitcase. Maca shook her head slightly, and threw the suitcase casually to the side of the extinguished bonfire, then left in a certain direction.

Unsurprisingly, although the suitcase was indeed a container that had been stretched without traces, it contained only the sundries that were everywhere and nothing valuable.

...

Let's move the time forward a little while, when Maca and Nayaxli are pretending to negotiate with each other, an ordinary man can't find a figure running fast on the road west of the shanty town.

Although he is now in a stealth state, this may not be absolutely safe, even if this stealth potion is quite effective.

She knew she couldn't stop, and she wanted to get away from Stevki and reach the neighboring town as soon as possible.

Although she was very angry and annoyed, you must know that her usual temperament must have gone back to fight with the stupid Aurors. Yes, the owner will be very pleased if he can drop in a few "hard-working and brave" Aurors by the way.

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

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

It's just that, since leaving Stefki just now, she always feels like something is following her. What is it What's following? Is it an illusion?

While running, she glanced back several times, glanced at everything behind her, but found nothing suspicious.

The sense of instability brought by Azkaban's prison experience made her feel a lot of irritability in the sense of being watched.

In the past, whenever she had this feeling, she would use torture to relax herself. The more miserable the tortured subject is, the more she will feel better.

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

It's about three miles from Steveki to the neighboring town of Wells. This distance is not a big deal for a Muggle. It can be reached quickly by a bicycle.

But if you only run on two legs, it is still a very terrible distance.

But now she has to run away until she is far enough away to try to use the Phantom Shift spell to stab him far away. Otherwise, the escape opportunities that her companions have won for her will become meaningless.

The roadside trees on both sides of the highway were intermittent, and they kept retreating behind Bellatrix. Occasionally, in the gap between the trees, large fields were seen, all of which were covered by unmelted snow.

The cold air inhaled between the nose and nose was infused into the lungs with repeated breaths, and then the temperature in her body was also taken away.

The wind that was about to go into the night was Ling Ling, and while she was running, she was cut like a knife on her cheek, seeming to keep reminding her that spring is still far enough away.

"Oh!"

It was about stepping on the thin ice on the road. This kind of ice, which was compacted by snow compaction, slipped extraordinarily, and she fell down violently without notice. But when she fell to the ground and her ankle was hurting for a while, the suitcase she was holding tightly was lifted up by her, but she wasn't caught at all.

"Ahem ..."

A few coughs sounded from this unmanned highway, and after a few echoes, they merged into the night sky that was gradually darkening.

Unconsciously, the sun has set.

Bellatrix struggling to support her body, panting heavily, still struggling to get up and run forward. As she stood up, she saw the fierce light-why has she, Bellatrix, been so embarrassed?

However, how to be ruthless with the air is useless. She moved her foot and found that although it hurts a little, it doesn't affect the movement. So she ran forward again.

However, it seemed that there was a voice in the deep, telling her that most of her next move would not go well. So, the moment she just started, she fell again!

Of course, this time it wasn't slipping. Bellatrix clearly felt that there was a strong impact coming from behind her, and he bumped her forward.

Even if she slammed to the ground, she managed to protect the suitcase in her hand, seemingly afraid that it might fall into the ordinary. It's hard to imagine what was in it, so much so that she had to instinctively protect it despite her injuries.

And in the next second ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Bellatrix no longer hesitated. She didn't go and see what the **** was flying to her, but instead launched the Phantom Shift spell desperately when she fell to the ground.

In a twist, she disappeared into the middle of the not-so-high road with her suitcase. Almost just a second after she left, several half-height shadows fell there, but it was empty.

If anyone is here, he will be able to see from the sky that is not completely dark, but it is actually a few big spiders. But when they saw them hovering for a while, with a few flashes of strange symbols on their bodies, they all shrunk to the size of their thumbs and scattered ...

Bellatrix's apparent position is not far, probably because her previous thoughts were all in that small town named Wells. She didn't think much about it in the emergency, so she moved first. Come here.

Just a moment ago, she felt like she was sore and weak that she wanted to fall apart. There was still a wound on her forehead, and scarlet blood flowed slowly from there, making her resentful face look fierce and cold.

The phantom's manifestation was opposite the convenience store on the east side of the town of Wells. It was covered by woods. Even if pedestrians were coming and going across the street, no one found her.

And now, maybe it's time to leave with the Phantom Shade.

Although this time, maybe Auror will track her where she goes, but in the current situation, there is no better choice for her to choose.

However, the moment Bellatrix wanted to perform the Phantom Shift again, a thought flashed in her mind stopped her, and her eyes stared straight at a certain person beside the convenience store. Muggle woman.