Bellatrix was taken away by Maka, and with them left was the suitcase that was the centerpiece of the entire prison escape incident. The only ones left were the Aurors staring blankly at the empty space.
Kingsley walked away temporarily, because just now, he received a call from the remaining two teams.
“Boss, look at this—”
In a snow forest on the outskirts of Stepki Town, the two Auror teams that had gone to chase the Death Eaters had gathered here, and their harvest was "laying" in front of them. A small forest clearing.
Including the charred corpse found in the town and Yaxley who was under a powerful coma spell, there were twelve Death Eaters sitting around a table in the space of the suitcase, no one more and no one less. , it’s all here.
But there was something strange about the ten Death Eaters they had just found who were pretending to break out. No, if anything, the Aurors all felt that everything that happened starting from this evening was very strange.
But at least, they never expected that when they were going to hunt down the fleeing criminals, they would find ten stone statues! These stone statues are of different shapes, either jumping or running, and each one is as vivid as a real person.
All right! They were transformed from real people - after all, the people standing here now are all Aurors who deal with dark wizard cases. How could they not know that these Death Eaters were petrified
However, the fact that the desperadoes who were clearly fleeing to different directions were all petrified by something unknown at almost the same time seemed quite unacceptable.
"Well..." Kingsley raised his eyebrows, then nodded silently, "In short, it is a great achievement to catch them all without missing a beat. As long as the result is good, then that's fine, isn't it?"
"But -" a young Auror scratched his scalp and said, "Boss, you said... We all go on missions with the belief that we will sacrifice ourselves at some point! Before today, if anyone Tell me I can take a walk and catch all the Death Eaters, and I will throw him into Azkaban! Isn't this a joke... "
"Then do you want to continue the investigation, or go back and collect the bonus in peace?" Another older Auror asked with a smile.
"You are insulting me!" The young Auror frowned and glared at the senior, "Just wait! If the bonus is not enough to quell my passion, just wait for a treat! The Three Broomsticks , golden rum from oak barrels!”
When the old Auror heard this, not only was he not angry, he even nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, you will definitely be a competent Auror in the future." He continued with a smile, "Young man, you are very suitable for our path."
"Ahem -" Kingsley couldn't stand it anymore, he coughed dryly, and then said seriously, "In short, just report the scene situation as usual. As for whether the superiors will reopen the case for investigation, it is not our business. Come on. Take them all and close the team!"
After that, he waved his hand and then apparated back to the previous location to continue investigating the situation.
…
On the other side, the basement of Blake's old house.
The dungeon, which is rarely put to use, has welcomed a new guest this time. Bellatrix's hands were bound by iron chains that had been magically cast by Maka herself. The magic power in her body seemed to have completely disappeared and was completely silent. Not to mention the secret magic, even the magic power naturally emitted from her body fluctuated. All traces have disappeared.
"Open your eyes! You are already awake, there is no need to pretend to be unconscious."
In front of Bellatrix who fell to the ground, Maka and Sirius stood there. The two of them have different expressions, one is calm and the other is full of disgust. They represent two completely different views of people towards Death Eaters.
Some wizards deeply hate Death Eaters, the worms that disrupt the magical world. Most of these people have been directly or indirectly affected by the bad effects of Voldemort's appearance, and some of them have even lost relatives and family members because of it.
However, some wizards don't feel much about them, which just reflects people's habit and attitude of not caring about themselves. Perhaps it was because of this that it gave Voldemort an opportunity to take advantage of him.
In fact, Maka should belong to the latter. It was just because of various different opportunities that he had to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort instead of just standing aside and being an ordinary spectator.
Under Maka's suggestion, Bellatrix no longer pretended. She opened her eyes suddenly, got up and stared at Maka with a cold expression, but soon turned her gaze to Sirius again.
Just as Sirius disliked his cousin, Bellatrix also disliked this "pure-blood shame" cousin. If possible, she would even kill him at the right moment.
Basically, Sirius is indeed a very typical "family misfortune". As a descendant of a pure-blood wizard family and the last male with the surname Black, he, who is not a pure-blood believer, is obviously an unqualified heir to the family.
"Sirius," Maka suddenly turned her head and said with a subtle expression, "I think the sisters in the United States are actually pretty good. Why don't you find time to pick one and watch them first?"
"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked dryly, twitching the corner of his mouth.
Maka shrugged and gave him a "you decide what to do" expression. Just when Sirius and Bellatrix were both puzzled by his words, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the latter.
"Bellatrix!"
A sudden shout can often easily scare others. Even if the other party is more nervous, he will at least subconsciously attract the other party's attention and sight in an instant.
And the moment the two people's eyes met, Maka skillfully cast a silent Legilimency spell.
The time to read the memory is fleeting, and the flow of thoughts is usually faster than ordinary people imagine. Just a few seconds passed, and Maka had already looked away from him.
"How is it? What are they doing?" Sirius asked hurriedly, ignoring the anger on Bellatrix's face.
But Maka seemed a little hesitant. He glanced at the mad woman sitting on the cold ground in front of him with a surprised expression, opened his mouth, and said nothing.
"What happened?" Sirius frowned.
Maka shook his head, he didn't know what to say, let alone whether he should say it.
"I didn't expect," Maka pondered for a while, then looked at Bellatrix again, "If I hadn't gone today, no one would know about this, right? But if you do this, Is it really good?"
Of course Bellatrix heard Maka's words, but she seemed not to hear them and didn't say a word. She just looked at Maka steadily, her face still filled with anger, and even a hint of her usual madness.
Sirius looked back and forth between the two of them, as if he thought they were playing riddles, and he was confused. But after experiencing so many things, he still respects Maka's choice. If the other party didn't tell him, he wouldn't be able to keep asking.
"Bellatrix," Maka saw that she was silent, so she weighed it in her mind, and then spoke again, "I don't have to tell anyone about this, but I have to get the things you left there. Let's go. Let me ask you a question here, because after all, you are... I believe you understand that you only have this choice. "
When she heard Maka's words, Bellatrix finally had a reaction other than glaring. Her expression changed slightly, and a hint of complexity flashed through her eyes as she looked at Maka.
"...You have made it so clear, do I have any other choice?"
At this time, her voice seemed a little hoarse, and there was also a sense of pain that was rare in her. This crazy witch who always took pleasure in torturing people would actually show such an attitude. At least Sirius who was watching from the side was completely stunned.
"You will be glad for your decision today." Maka nodded and said.
…
At the same time that Sirius was baffled by the scene in front of him, far away in the coastal town of Wells in Norfolk County, a young Muggle woman was opening the door of her house and walking inside.
"Sarah?" A male voice sounded from the second floor, the voice was clear and sunny, "Sarah, is that you? Didn't you say you just went to the convenience store to buy candies? Why did you come back so late?"
"Candy? What are you talking about, my dear?" The young woman named Sarah asked doubtfully, "I went to take our baby for a walk! Look, how happy she is?"
"What? What baby? What on earth are you-"
With a "thump thump thump" sound coming downstairs, a rather handsome young man came downstairs like a gust of wind, and then stopped in his tracks with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Child? Where did you get it from?" he asked in astonishment.
"Where did you get it from?" Sarah rolled her eyes at her newlywed husband. "Are you confused? This is our Delphi! I told you not to go to sea at night. Look, you can sleep well. It’s so dark that I don’t even recognize my biological daughter!”
"you you-"
The young man's face changed for a while. After popping up "you" several times in a row, he seemed to have figured out something and his eyes widened.
"It seems that I really shouldn't go fishing at night," he gritted his teeth, "Good! Very good! It's great!"
While the young and handsome man was cheering, the child in Sarah's arms suddenly burst into tears, and the clear voice resounded throughout the living room. And around the child's neck, a silver necklace faintly flashed with a purple-black stream of light.