Next to a wide and straight street, a large house with a garden is sitting there smoothly.
It was still sunset, and the golden light stretched from the other end of the street to this side, as if the street was covered with a sparkling carpet.
The big house looked a little old in the sunset, but it was obviously well maintained.
At this moment, a man wrapped in a cloak descended from the sky on a broomstick and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.
"Dong dong dong."
After a while, there was a rapid knock on the door.
The door was opened from the inside, and a timid house elf poked his head out from the door.
"I'm looking for old Avery." A young voice came from the hood of the cloak, calm with a hint of arrogance.
"You, please wait a moment..." The house elf responded softly, and then carefully closed the door again.
Not long after, the house elf came back.
"Who are you..." it said cautiously, "If you don't have an appointment, you can't..."
The visitor snorted coldly, pushed the house elf away, and walked straight inside.
"No, no! You can't... you really can't... what the master said..." The elf hurriedly chased after him, but did not dare to make any rude actions. He could only use a sharp voice to explain intermittently. What.
Probably because the elf was making too much noise, just when they stepped on the carpet and reached the middle of the hall, a person came down from the second floor.
"Who are you? How dare you just break into our Avery home!" This was a young man who looked quite arrogant. He looked at the uninvited guest coldly and asked loudly road.
"Of course it's me," the visitor pulled off the hood on his head, "Although I've roughly mentioned my name to you, I haven't formally introduced myself... I'm Maka, Maka Mike. Ryan.”
He easily took off his cloak and threw it casually to the elf who was standing aside at a loss.
Under his cloak was a set of exquisite wizard robes that he had customized for himself using basilisk materials. Under the sunlight outside the window, it exudes a faint dark green color, which looks quite wonderful.
"Is your father here? Take me to meet him."
One second he was so polite, but the next second his tone was unquestionable, making it unclear what his attitude was.
“…”
As soon as Lev Avery saw him, he began to feel uncomfortable - the lesson he learned last time at MacMillan's house really impressed him.
Just as he was lost in thought, a greasy voice came from upstairs, accompanied by the sound of unhurried footsteps.
"Since we are here, we are guests..." Old Avery was saying, and the next moment he came down from upstairs, "Lev, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you invite Mr. MacLean to the reception room for a cup of hot wine?" Tea?"
He was called Old Avery, but in fact it was just to distinguish him from his son, who was about the same age as Ernie's father. It's just that his son was born a little early, so Lev was a few years older than Maka.
Old Avery obviously knows the goods. When he saw the unique wizard robe on Maka, his eyes immediately lit up - not only was the material special, but the style was also unusual.
It is often said that a person's clothing usually represents a person's identity and background, and this is especially true among pure-blood wizards.
"Please!" Old Avery extended his hand to invite, "Lev was rude that day, please don't mind... This way, please..."
Under the leadership of Old Avery, Maca followed to the reception room located on one side of the hall.
The two sat opposite each other, and Lev also sat aside. After the house elf brought the refreshments, the seemingly casual conversation gradually began.
Although the two parties had no friendship, one party's speculation and the other party's purpose made this conversation quite smooth.
When invisible benefits are in front of you, even if there are only possibilities, it will not make the person talking to you feel bored.
"... As you said, the courage of the MacMillan family is really not worth mentioning. It is simply discrediting the pure-blood wizard family." Old Avery chuckled, "I wonder... if Mr. MacLean can Tell me, what is your family..."
Maka took a calm sip of tea, and her mind finally came to this issue.
"The family I belong to is not worth mentioning. It just has a slightly longer history." He naturally spoke up and told lies. This is his old profession. "But... there are some small things that can still be shown." of."
As he spoke, he took out his wand and shook it casually.
Suddenly, a black mist skeleton emerged from the tip of the staff. This time, both Avery and his son felt the shock in their souls, but old Avery's magic power was much deeper, and Maka's casual display only made him dazed.
But Lev, who was sitting on the side, trembled all over and stood up suddenly. He just wanted to retreat, but he tripped over the sofa behind him and fell onto the sofa again, his whole body feeling a little weak.
Compared with the harmless soul shock, psychological fear was the root cause of Lev's panic.
"Is this...the Dark Mark?" Old Avery asked in a trembling voice, his eyes widened.
"Of course not," Maka forced out a cold smile and said calmly, "But I have to say that I do have some friendship with the Dark Lord..."
Of course he had a "friendship" with Voldemort, but whether this friendship was good or bad, Old Avery had no way of knowing.
"So..." Old Avery said solemnly, "Is the Dark Lord... going to... come back?"
"Sooner or later, you don't have to worry about this. What you have to remember is-" Maka said, putting her elbows on her knees, leaning forward, and emphasizing her tone.
"The Dark Lord just wants to know if his old friends will still be with him when he comes back."
Although his tone was still calm, the meaning contained in his words made Old Avery a little frightened.
He hesitated and held it for a while before tentatively saying: "So, I... what should I do?"
At this time, Maka stared into Old Avery's eyes with his emotionless eyes. Those cold and deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, a kind of coldness that penetrated the bone marrow.
After a long time, Maka leaned back on the sofa, and her tone softened again: "This is just a reminder. I'm here this time, and I need your cooperation for some small things."
To be honest, when the atmosphere calmed down again, even with the deepness of old Avery, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Was that the look in someone’s eyes just now? He felt as if he was being targeted by a dementor, without any emotions that humans should have.
"Please tell me." Old Avery nodded.
"Remind your friend not to waste time on trivial matters." Maka put the wand back into her sleeve and said without raising her head.
"you mean-"
"Of course it's Lucius Malfoy. Does he really think that he can create a rift in Dumbledore's status with those little tricks? There is not so much time for him to play step by step. After thirteen years, what has he done? "Maka spread her hands and pretended to be impatient.
"But why don't you go directly..." Old Avery said hesitantly.
"Because your son isn't at Hogwarts, got it?"
"You and Sev..." Old Avery paused and swallowed his words, "Yes, I understand, I will go and talk to Lucius."
"Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord comes back." Maka said lightly, "If Malfoy asks, just ask him if the diary is still there—"
At this point, Maka sneered: "I believe he will understand."
Afterwards, Maka refused Old Avery's dinner invitation and went back to Hogwarts in the night that had just fallen.
To say that he came here rashly and tried his best to deceive everyone, it was certainly not just about Buckbeak. To put it bluntly, it was just incidental, and laying a stepping stone in Voldemort's power first was his real purpose.
Now that Peter Pettigrew has slipped away first, the progress of the plan will naturally have to be accelerated.
Although his magical power is still a little lacking, time will never wait for anyone, and all kinds of unexpected troubles will never come again without saying hello to you.
Maka's "strength" is not limited to his magic from beginning to end.
…
As the day of Quidditch drew closer, the entire Gryffindor house became excited.
The once legendary Charlie Weasley - Ron's second brother - once served as a Seeker, but after him, Gryffindor House has never been truly glorious!
What's more, after Maka became famous for a time, everyone lost confidence in the Quidditch Cup. Fortunately, the "point-scoring maniac" himself was not that enthusiastic about the game, which rekindled everyone's hope.
But Harry didn't think any of them, including Wood, wanted to win as much as he did.
The hostility between Harry and Malfoy had reached its highest point in the past few days.
In Hogsmeade, Harry used the convenience of the invisibility cloak to throw a lot of mud at Malfoy. Malfoy was very angry about this; but what made him even more angry was that Harry actually managed to escape punishment!
Harry had not forgotten that Malfoy had managed to frame him during their match against Ravenclaw, and Buckbeak's case had made him even more determined to defeat Malfoy in front of the entire school.
But just recently, Malfoy has been keeping a low profile for no reason. Even when he saw him, he just glared at him and walked away.
"Pigs might fly?" Harry's puzzlement was palpable.