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Late at night the next day, Maca looked at Moody, who was walking around with a crutch, and didn't know what to say.

"I have to stare at you." Moody paused his cane and glared at him again.

"If you don't mind ..." Maca shrugged, quickly pulled her wand and waved at Moody's crutches, "silently."

Moody stepped back subconsciously, but the spell still hit.

"Don't point your wand at me!" He yelled nervously.

"I won't startle the enemy for at least a moment." Maca put her wand back in her sleeve and smiled. "This thing is too loud. I don't want others to hear where we are."

"Do you think I'll be so careless?" Moody said impatiently, and then pressed the crutches hard again, but this time there was no "bang" sound.

It turned out that he was not happy about it.

Speaking of which, Maca and Moody are actually similar in some ways-they are both alert to everything around them and are used to acting alone.

But the difference between the two is that Maca always hides this attitude in his heart; Moody doesn't care about other people's views, and fully expresses his own character.

The old man and the young man hurried forward in Hogsmeade's alley, heading deeper.

Suddenly, Moody's demon eye stopped and turned, staring at a dark corner.

"Wait." He reached out and stopped Maca, then exclaimed, "Who's there?"

"Can anyone else ... Tarino, come out!" Maca patted Moody's hand lightly, and then shouted over there.

As his voice dropped, a shabby male wizard carefully stepped out of the shadows.

"Mr. McLean, you ... why did you bring him?" Tarino looked nervous, a natural reaction to seeing natural enemies.

For a wizard like Tarino who lives in the underground world, Moody's "furious name" is simply unknown and unknown. When most people saw him, they would show the same reaction as Tarino.

"This friend, do you look a little uncomfortable?"

Moody stared at Tarino fiercely, and Tarino looked timid. If an uninformed person sees this scene, it is estimated that Moody's will be a bad guy.

"Hey, don't scare him." Maca waved and smiled. "Tarino, don't worry ... Now Mad-Eye Moody is just a professor at Hogwarts. He treats thieves like you." Little touch will not be interested. "

"Well, by the way ... I'm here to collect new news during this time. How is it going?" He asked.

Tarino looked at Moody indifferently again, seeing that he was still staring at himself, and narrowed his neck involuntarily.

"Uh ... ah! There's nothing special lately. The target you asked me to find someone to stare at isn't moving. It seems that they may be brewing something ... well, or just want to rest for a while? Who knows? ? "

"Is there any other news?" Maca nodded, and then asked, "Like a werewolf or something?"

"You're talking about the recent disappearance of civilian wizards?" Tarino replied immediately, "Greyback--you know, the head of the most disturbing group of werewolves. When werewolves were in trouble, then It must be related to him. "

"Hmm ... Fenrir Greyback ..." Maca thought about it, and decided to see if the blood-thirsty werewolf's collar had changed.

Peter, the previous little dwarf, was undoubtedly killed by him, but Voldemort had another so-called "Black Dead" beside him.

Now, it seems that even the werewolf Fenrir is unknown.

He hasn't planned to turn his face with Voldemort completely. If Fenrir is the Black Dead, it's not a good idea to frighten the snake now.

"Tarino, do you know where the werewolves are based?" Marka thought, and asked again.

"Knowing is knowing-those guys are crying as soon as they reach the full moon night, who can hide it? But because of this, they have a lot of strongholds, and really don't necessarily find the right place for a while." Reno spread his hand.

Maca nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly the subject turned around.

"Tarino, I remember you and I mentioned before that there is a large black market with underground forces near the Thames? There should be werewolves there, too?"

"Hey ..." The Tarino thief grinned, but next second he glanced at Moody and asked quietly, "Are he going?"

"You don't have to be so quiet, I can hear it." Moody, who had been watching indifferently, suddenly said, "It's that dirty place, you were still in the womb when I went!"

With Moody's ability and high mobility, in fact, many people will habitually ignore his true age. But if you take a closer look, it will not be difficult to find out-he is now full of white hair.

At Tarino's age, Moody's is likely to be twice his height.

"That is, where is the Ministry by default?" Maca asked with interest.

"It's better to let those ugly guys gather together than to scatter them all over the place." Moody said impatiently, "Destruction is not clean ... It's like the spotted mang in the old house, after a while Time will breed again and continue to erode the foundations of the house. "

"Also ..." Makar agreed. "Then, I'm going to take a stroll there ... Professor Moody?"

"You don't need to worry about me, you can go wherever you want-I will be staring at you there." Moody looked at him, "I'd like to see, do you think Albus is so good?"

After all, he turned and left this alley.

Maca shrugged indifferently, then pulled her wand and nodded at herself.

Suddenly, his wizard's robe automatically began to deform, and in a blink of an eye he changed to the large gray cloth cloak that was often used to hide his identity, covering him up.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a pair of glasses from his waist and put it on the bridge of his nose in his hood. He turned it a little again and turned into a common black mask.

"Tarino, show the way!" Maca urged. "I want to see the filthy, broken place in Professor Moody's mouth."

...

At the same time, in the common room of Slytherin College.

It was late at night, and the little snakes had gone back to their bedrooms to sleep. There was only a small figure lying on a table, and it seemed to keep writing.

Suddenly, the figure looked up, and set its sights on the half-round bright moon outside the window.

The moonlight like silver shavings fell down, and half of the pretty face hidden under the wide pointed hat was fully exposed.

It was Willie Blois, a little witch whose maca hadn't figured out yet.

Not long after, a faint night breeze blew in from the window, and flicked her hair a few strands under her hat. The white transparent hair tip quietly fluttered, reflecting the bright silver light in the moonlight.

On the desk in front of her, the note was also blown a few pages by the wind, and turned over to a page with a plant illustration.

That plant looks familiar, the mysterious flower once planted in the greenhouse.

Now those flowers are gone.

After the flowering period, the mysterious flowers will quickly wither, and Willie has picked them all down and carefully dehydrated them.

For Willie, it was a treasure planted by her with her "only" friend.

"... the only friend." Willine munched the word, her delicate little face confused.

This was what her father told her, but ...

Can she really have a friend? Or does someone like her deserve a real friend?

"No ... friend." She whispered softly, her voice cold, without a trace of temperature.

From the day she was born, she should not have friends. It was too far away for her. Even if you are a mother, you dare not approach yourself ...

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Willie stared at the bright moon outside the window, just like in the past, calm, lonely, without any sense of existence. Even if someone walks in the common room now, I am afraid it may not attract the other party's attention.

This is a curse and a shackle. And it was her father who set up the heavy shackles for her ... or, in other words, the huge family of wizards with a sense of history.

Therefore, even if her appearance is so beautiful that even Furong Delacour is incomparable, no one can find it.

So, does she care?

Probably not even herself ...

After a little pause, Velly lowered her head again and wrote in a stroke on the notebook.

...

The Thames, a beautiful river that gave birth to the business capital of London.

Both Muggles and wizards are impressed by the quiet and wide river. It is because of its existence that Britain and the British magic world have become one of the major centers in Europe.

At this moment, Maca was walking in a deserted street on the Thames under Tarino's leadership.

"... is the entrance hidden?" Maca asked casually.

"There are many entrances," Tarino replied. "The characteristic of the black market is that there are many entrances and exits, because everyone is always ready to enter or leave from various places ..."

"Isn't that difficult to hide?" Maca glanced at him curiously.

"It's ok ... if you want to know, how to hide may not be useful, is it?" Tarino shrugged. "Although I don't want to admit it, it's really like Mad-Eye said ... you know ! "

As he was talking, he suddenly stretched his fingers and said, "Look, there is one of the entrances."