Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In Mr. Blois's spacious, bright and elegantly decorated study, Maca had an unusually polite conversation with the other party. In the other person's speech, he could clearly feel the incompatibility contained in it. Obviously, the father of Willie was not used to talking with others in such a polite way.

It can be seen that there is a purpose behind the other side's performance.

But no matter whether this Mr. Blois asked for himself or what he wanted to get from him, Marka couldn't understand what the sudden purpose was.

You know, this time he came to Blois, but he didn't even notify him in advance ... Although the doubts revealed by the other party in his words and behaviors have reached such a point, he still knows what he knows. miss you.

After another conversation without nutrition, Maca finally smiled secretly.

"Mr. Blois, I have to say, you really are not suitable for this kind of tone and intentional politeness." Maca interrupted a topic that the other party was talking about, and said straightforwardly, "I am a friend of Willie, And you are her father-if you need any help from me, just say it. "

Mr. Blois heard the words and could not help but hesitated a little. After staring at Maca's face silently for a moment, the stiff smile on his face gradually disappeared, but there was a little helplessness in his eyes.

"Mr. McLean," he still said of Maca, "you may be right, I ... well, I want to ask you a question, and please answer it honestly if you can."

"Please say--" Marka gestured.

"I heard ..." Mr. Blois looked complex and solemnly, "I heard that you seem to have cultivated a spider with petrified eyesight, don't you?"

Maca nodded sternly.

This incident was originally a secret, but after he managed to increase the number of those little guys, he already knew a lot. The Blois family has a lot of power in their hands, and being able to understand this is obviously not unexpected.

"So ..." Mr. Blois continued to ask, "are the spiders some kind of alienated subspecies that have been blood-transformed based on the eight-eyed giant spider?"

In the entire magic world, there are actually many amazing creatures of the spider type. The eight-eyed giant spider is just one of the more famous species. In addition, the little guys trained by Maca are mixed with the blood of the basilisk. From the appearance, it is extremely difficult to distinguish the characteristics of the eight-eyed giant spider. It is not known how Mr. Blois guessed it.

Of course, this doesn't seem to be the point now.

"Mr. Blois, you went to Voldemort to cooperate with him, was it for that guy's bloodline transformation knowledge?" Maca thought for a moment, and there was a hint at all, "Actually you don't have to go around like that ... if the bloodline transformation is really possible Of course I'd like to try the curse on Willie. "

"But last time I--"

When Maca saw the embarrassment in the expression of the other side, he immediately understood what the previous politeness was for. He can understand that, after all, deep in the Underground Pavilion last time, the other party was unwilling to explain even a word, and kept trying to stop himself. Even in the end, the two had a big hit.

After experiencing that situation, it was clear that the father of Willie was having a hard time asking herself for help.

"Mr. Blois, where is Willie now? Would you mind if I meet with her first and chat?"

Maca interrupted the other person's words again, because he didn't seem to care about it at all, so why bother people now?

"You know, she and I haven't seen each other for a long time," he smiled, "Mr. Butler said just now that you didn't let her go to Hogwarts for her safety— —I think your decision is very correct. But to be honest, I'm missing her. I miss her ... we're good friends. "

After Maca interrupted, Mr. Blois opened his mouth again, but after that he did not say anything extra. He heard sincerity from Maca's words, and it was this sincerity that made his apology and entanglement fade away.

"... Friend ... Okay," the other nodded, slowly slowly, "I think Willie still needs a friend ... she's in her own room, and the housekeeper will lead you there."

The word "friend" is a very distant word to Willy and to Mr. Blois.

Maca still remembered when Willie had told him a story about her first friend. In those old memories, Mr. Blois was trying to send a warm friend to the lonely little Willie, but unfortunately it turned out to be a big regret in Willie's heart.

After that, Marka said goodbye to Mr. Blois for a while, and led by the old housekeeper at the door, left the study and walked in the other direction of the corridor.

In the study, Mr. Blois looked at his leaving back, but sighed softly.

Since when did you not even remember how to ask others? Did it start on the day the wife died? Or, in fact, after gradually sitting in the position of the owner of the Blois family, has it gradually become what it is now?

He didn't know ... He just felt that he was no longer the young wizard who could communicate with others at will. All sorts of experiences made him a dull guy.

"... Am I really a competent father?" He asked softly, but he couldn't find the correct answer in his heart.

...

Willy's room is located in a small tower on the west side of Fort Blois, a total of five floors from bottom to top, and she has been her own site since she was a child.

Maca followed the old butler layer by layer, all the way up to the top floor, where Willie's bedroom was located.

When the old housekeeper came forward and knocked gently on the door, a female voice came out immediately. It was not Willie's voice, it sounded like a maid, about twenty or thirty years old.

"who is that?"

The other party spoke French, and perhaps it was just a habitual response, so the door was opened a seam without waiting for the old housekeeper to answer.

"Oh, are you?" The maid whispered softly, "Miss is reading a book now, may I ask ..."

She couldn't finish her speech, because not long after she spoke, she found Maca standing aside. It can be seen that she seemed very surprised at the stranger who appeared at the door of Miss's bedroom.

"This ... this is it?" The maid put her gaze back to the old housekeeper hesitantly.

"This is Mr. McLean, a friend of Miss." The old housekeeper explained, "Is Miss reading? It doesn't matter, I think Miss will be willing to meet with Mr. McLean!"

"Uh ... is that it?" The maid blinked in surprise, still wondering on her face, "Miss's friend?"

Although she was weird, but since the old housekeeper said so, it would not be wrong. Under the confusion of her heart, she quickly retreated.

However, the moment she was about to reach out and pull the door open, the door leaf was turned aside by another force.

"Maca?"

The first thing that reflected in Maca's eyes was the shiny white hair. The snow-like frost with a bit of transparent texture could easily remind people of that crystal. And then, he turned his attention to the delicate and fair face hidden between the white hair.

Willie was wearing a large nightgown, matching her petite body, and looked very lazy.

"Villi, it's been a long time." He smiled and greeted the other side, looking relaxed and casual.

"Flower, bloom." Willie looked at him seriously.

This girl is still off line as usual, and her words don't always follow the rules. He was still saying hello, and people jumped on the topic of flowers directly.

Maca pondered for a moment, and crooked her head, guessing, "You mean ... the last Raphaelon kiss?"

Willie nodded expressionlessly ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Really, it looks better than a photo ... "

At that time, after the Raphaela dragon kiss blossomed, Willie sent him a lot of letters. In addition to the pile of cultivation records, there were indeed some magic photos.

But that's been a long time ago ... Does this girl keep thinking about showing him the flower?

"Then let's go and see?" Maca shrugged.

"Ok."

"boom!"

Willie nodded again, then closed the door behind her, leaving Maca standing outside the door and staring silently at the side of the old housekeeper.

"I think the lady should go back and change clothes," the old housekeeper explained.

"I think so too." Maca shook her head with a bitter smile. "Seeing that her temper has not changed at all, somehow, I feel much better."

In fact, nothing has changed in Willie, not just her character. Maca also found that the ill-spoken girl didn't seem to change much. In comparison, after years of growth and development, his appearance has changed a lot.

As for the reason, it may be that the power of the seal is affecting the growth of her body, or it may be some complications of the bloodline curse. But if it doesn't grow up in a lifetime, then it is a big regret.

Willie didn't let Makado wait. Although she was always expressionless, she was obviously quite happy for Maca's arrival. It didn't take long for the bedroom to be opened from the inside again, and the neatly dressed Velly finally walked out of the door.

"Let's go."

As she said, she hurriedly pulled down Maka's sleeves and walked downstairs. Maka was taken aback by her coldness.