Maka didn't 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 actually didn't care too much.
But now it seems that what he wants is not so easy to obtain.
The moment Yaxley stared at him and retreated to the door of the shed, Maka's Legilimency was activated. The timing was perfect, just when Yaxley was secretly relieved to be escaping from this dilapidated shack.
Therefore, the relaxed spirit and direct eyes became the best intrusion window for the Legilimency Spell. As the opponent's eyes blurred, memory scenes flashed quickly in the minds of both parties.
Logically speaking, this can be said to be the best solution for obtaining information. Whether it was the slightly delayed pace of the conversation or the pressure Maka's position by the door brought to the other party, they were all important conditions that contributed to this moment.
Only in this way can the other party succeed in one fell swoop without having time to react, so as to avoid another suicide bombing like the one before.
However, even with such careful arrangements, the results obtained by Maca were still not ideal.
"... A very bad amnesia spell, isn't it?"
When Yaxley found that he had returned to reality from the fragmented memories, the tension, solemnity and even the relaxation at the last moment on his face were all wiped away. Instead, there was a dull look on his face.
"It's really bad," Maka looked at him coldly, "It seems you had no intention of leaving here from the beginning?"
The "bad" in their words refers to the clumsy amnesia spell that was cast on Yaxley beforehand. The amnesia spell was so strong that it had even shattered certain fragments of the target's memory. Obviously, the reason why he did this was to completely remove the memory of the secret mission.
The amnesia spell can be restored to a certain extent, or at least it can be unearthed from deeper memories with a powerful enough Legilimency spell. But the amnesia spell cast on Yaxley brutally destroyed the entire relevant memory, along with some other memory fragments.
This level of amnesia spell is enough to cause soul damage to the person who is cast, which shows that this guy's determination is not ordinary.
"You almost don't even remember why you did this, so does your choice still make sense?" Maka asked slightly surprised.
"I am such a person."
Yaxley's answer was quite straightforward. He said it as a matter of course, as if this was how everything should have ended. As for his reason for doing this? This was what he thought before he lost his memory, so does he still need to deny his decision
From his body, Maka felt an unreasonable persistence. Maybe as he said himself, he is such a person who always only believes in himself
Death Eaters are people too, and people come in all shapes and sizes, and everyone has their own philosophy of doing things.
"Then let's do it!" Maka suddenly lost interest, "Perhaps in the next few days, you can make a good plan for the upcoming life in Azkaban."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a muffled "bang" sound, and a figure flew out of the shed door. When he fell on his back in the snow outside the shack, he had fallen into a deep coma.
After a while, Maka also walked out, and with him came the old suitcase. Maka shook her head slightly, threw the suitcase casually beside the extinguished bonfire, and then left in a certain direction.
As expected, although the suitcase was indeed a container that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell, it only contained some random clutter and nothing of value.
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Let's move the time forward a little. Just as Maka and Nayaksley were pretending to negotiate with each other, a figure that ordinary people could not spot was running quickly on the road to the west of the shantytown.
Although he is currently in a state of invisibility, it may not be absolutely safe, even if this invisibility potion is quite effective.
She knew that she couldn't stop, she had to get away from Steveki and reach the neighboring town as soon as possible.
Although she was very angry and annoyed, you should know that with her usual temperament, she would definitely have turned around and started fighting with those stupid Aurors. Yes, the master would definitely be very happy if he could ravage a few "hard-working and brave" Aurors.
But she couldn't, she knew she had to leave there and couldn't stay for a moment.
She is Bellatrix, a Death Eater with a great mission, a pure-blood wizard bestowed with incomparable great honors by her master!
However, since she left Stepki just now, she has always felt that something was following her. What is it? What's following? Is it an illusion
As she kept running, she hurriedly turned her head several times and scanned everything behind her, but found nothing suspicious.
The sense of instability brought about by her prison experience in Azkaban made her feel a lot of irritability under the feeling of being watched.
In the past, whenever she felt this way, she would torture others to relax herself. The more the tortured object screams in pain, the more relaxed she will feel physically and mentally.
But now, there is no chance for her to do so.
It's about three miles from Steve Key to the neighboring town of Wells. This distance is not a big deal for a Muggle. You can reach it quickly by riding a bicycle.
But if you only rely on two legs to run, it will still be a very fatal journey.
But now she had to run until she was far enough away before she could try to use the Apparition Spell to escape. Otherwise, the chance of escape that her companions had secured for her would become meaningless.
The street trees on both sides of the road were intermittently growing and receding behind Bellatrix. Occasionally, large expanses of fields could be seen in the gaps between the trees, all covered by the snow that had not yet melted.
The cold air she breathed in between her mouth and nose was poured into her lungs with each breath, and then the temperature in her body was taken away with it.
The wind that was about to fall into the night was very biting, and it cut her cheek like a knife as she ran, seeming to constantly remind her that spring was still far enough away.
"Bang!"
She probably stepped on thin ice on the road. This kind of ice formed by the compaction of snow was extremely slippery, and she fell hard without paying attention. But when she fell to the ground and felt pain in her ankles, the suitcase she had been holding tightly was lifted high by her, and she was surprised that it didn't get knocked at all.
"Ahem..."
A few choking sounds suddenly sounded from the deserted road. After echoing briefly for two or three times, they merged into the night sky that was gradually getting darker.
Before I knew it, the sun had set.
Bellatrix struggled to support her body, panting heavily, still trying to stand up and continue running forward. As she stood up, she had a fierce look in her eyes - how had she, Bellatrix, ever been in such a state of embarrassment
But no matter how hard she fought with the air, it was of no avail. She moved her legs and found that although there was some pain, it did not affect her ability to move around. So, she started running forward again.
However, it seemed that there was a voice in the dark, telling her that her next actions would probably not go smoothly. So, the moment she started running, she fell again!
Of course, it wasn't a slip this time. Bellatrix clearly felt a powerful impact coming from behind, knocking her forward and flying forward.
Even though she suddenly fell to the ground, she still managed to protect the suitcase in her hand, as if she was afraid that it would be dropped. It was hard to imagine what was contained there, so much so that she instinctively protected it even if she was injured.
And in the next second, Bellatrix no longer hesitated. She didn't even look at what the hell was that knocked her away. Instead, she desperately activated the Disapparation Curse while falling to the ground.
In a moment of distortion, she and her suitcase suddenly disappeared in the middle of this not-so-wide road. Almost the next second she left, several shadows half a person's height landed there, but they were all in vain.
If someone were here, they would definitely be able to see it through the sky that was not completely darkened yet. They were actually several big spiders with hairy arms and legs. But I saw them lingering in place for a while, and with a slight flash of several strange symbols on their bodies, they all shrank to the size of a thumb and scattered...
The location of Bellatrix's appearance was not far away. Probably because her previous thoughts were all on the small town called Wells, she didn't think much in the emergency and moved first. Come here.
The impact just now made her whole body sore and weak as if she wanted to fall apart. There was another wound on her forehead, and scarlet blood slowly flowed from there, making her angry face look even more fierce and cold.
The location where the apparition occurred was opposite the convenience store on the east side of Wells Town. It was covered by woods. Even though there were pedestrians coming and going across the street, no one noticed her presence.
Now, maybe it's time to continue using the Disapparation spell to leave.
Although this time Aurors might track her whereabouts, but in the current situation, there was no better choice for her to choose from.
However, just at the moment Bellatrix was about to use Disapparation again, a thought flashed through her mind, causing her to stop and stare straight at someone at the convenience store opposite. Muggle woman.