On the side of a wide, straight street, a large mansion with a garden sits on all sides.

It was still sunset, and the golden light stretched from the other side of the street, like a glittering carpet on the street.

The mansion looked a little old in the sunset, but it was clearly well maintained.

At that moment, a man wrapped in a cloak descended from the sky with a broomstick and landed smoothly in the garden in front of the house.

"Knock knock."

After a while, there was a sharp knock on the door.

The door was opened from within, and a cowering house-elf poked its head out of the door.

"I'm looking for old Avery." A young voice came from the hood of the cloak, calm with a hint of pride.

"You, please wait a minute......," the house-elf replied softly, and then carefully closed the door again.

It wasn't long before the house-elf returned.

"May I ask who you are......" it said tremblingly, "if you don't have an appointment, you can't ......"

The man snorted coldly, pushed the house-elf away, and walked straight inside.

"No, no! You can't ...... It really can't be ...... The master said...... "The elf hurried after him, but did not dare to make any rude movements, and could only explain something in a sharp voice without stopping, intermittently."

Probably because the elves were a little louder, just as they stepped on the carpet and just walked to the middle of the hall, a person came down from the second floor.

"Who are you? How dare you casually break into our Avery house! It was a young man who looked rather arrogant, and he looked coldly at the uninvited guest and asked loudly.

"Of course it's me," the visitor ripped off the hood from his head, "and I've told you my name, but I haven't formally introduced myself...... I'm Macka, Maca McLean. ”

He untied his cloak and casually threw it to the elf who was stunned and at a loss.

And underneath his cloak was a set of elaborate wizarding robes that he had made for himself out of basilisk materials. Under the light of the sunset outside the window, it exudes a faint dark green color, which looks quite amazing.

"Is your father here? Take me to see you. ”

The last second was still a little polite, but the next second, it was an unquestionable tone, making people wonder what his attitude was.

“……”

When Lev Avery saw him, his heart began to grow furious—the last time he was at Macmillan's house, he had been impressed by the lesson.

Just as he was distracted, there was a sound of unhurried footsteps, and a slippery voice came from upstairs.

"Since you're here, it's a guest......," said old Avery, and the next moment he came downstairs, "Lev, what are you doing there, why don't you invite Mr. McLean to the reception room for a cup of hot tea?" ”

said that old Avery was only used to distinguish him from his son, and he was about the same age as Ernie's father. It's just that his son was born earlier, and Lev is a few years older than Maca.

Old Avery was obviously knowledgeable, and when he saw the unique wizarding robe on Maca's body, his eyes immediately lit up - not only the material was special, but even the style was unusual.

It is often said that a person's clothing is usually a reflection of a person's background, and this is especially true among pure-blood wizards.

"Please!" Old Avery stretched out his hand and invited, "Lev was rude that day, please don't care...... Please ...... here."

Led by old Avery, Maca followed her to the reception room located on the side of the hall.

The two sat opposite each other, and Lev sat alongside him, and after the house-elf brought the refreshments, the seemingly casual conversation gradually began.

Although there was no friendship between the two sides, the speculation of one side and the purpose of the other party made the conversation quite smooth.

When the invisible interests are in front of us, even if there is only a possibility, it will not make the interlocutor feel any boredom.

“…… As you said, the McMillan family's guts are really not worth mentioning, and that is simply discrediting the pure-blood wizard family. Old Avery chuckled, "I don't know...... Mr. McLean, can you tell us ...... your family is?"

Maca calmly took a sip of tea, and her mind finally turned to the question.

"The family I belong to is not worth mentioning, that is, the history is a little longer," he naturally came out of his mouth when he said nonsense, which is his old business, "but...... There are some small things that can still be shown. ”

As he spoke, he drew his wand and shook it casually.

Suddenly, a black mist skeleton emerged from the tip of the staff. This time, both father and son felt the shock of their souls, but the magic of old Avery was deeper, and Maca's casual display only made him trance.

But Lev, who was sitting on the side, trembled violently and stood up suddenly. He just wanted to retreat, but he tripped over the sofa behind him, and fell on the sofa again, and his whole body was a little weak.

Compared to the innocuous soul shock, psychological fear was the root cause of Lev's panic.

"It's ...... Dark Mark? Old Avery's eyes widened and he asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course not," Maca squeezed out a cold smile and said calmly, "but I have to say that I do have a slight 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......" said Old Avery, with a solemn expression, "the Dark Lord...... Is it to ...... Are you back? ”

"Sooner or later, you don't have to worry about that, you have to remember—" Maca said, her elbows braced over her knees, and she leaned forward in an accentuated tone.

"The Dark Lord wanted to know if his old friends were still with him when he returned."

Although his tone was still calm, the meaning contained in his words made old Avery a little frightened.

He hesitated, holding back for a while before he said tentatively: "So, I'...... What should I do? ”

At this moment, Maca stared at old Avery's eyes with his unwavering eyes, which were cold and deep like a pool of stagnant water, a kind of cold that penetrated through the bone marrow.

After a long time, Maca leaned back on the sofa, and her tone softened again: "This is just a reminder, I came this time, and there is a little matter that needs your cooperation." ”

To be honest, when the atmosphere eased again, even with the depth of old Avery, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Was that the look of a human being just now? He felt like he was being targeted by a Dementor, without any human emotions to speak of.

"Please." Old Avery nodded.

"Remind your friend not to spend your time on trivial matters." Maca put her wand back into her sleeve and said without looking up.

"You mean—"

"Of course it's Lucius Malfoy, he really thinks that those little tricks can make a rift in Dumbledore's position? There wasn't so much time for him to play what step by step, thirteen years, what did he do? Maca spread her hands, feigning impatience.

"But why don't you just go ......," said old Avery hesitantly.

"Because your son doesn't go to Hogwarts, understand?"

"You and Seaver (1) ......," Old Avery paused, swallowing the conversation again, "yes, I see, I'll go talk to Lucius." ”

"Remember, don't mention me to anyone until the Dark Lord returns." Maca said lightly, "If Malfoy asks, ask him if the journal is still there-"

Speaking of this, Maca sneered: "I believe he will understand." ”

Afterwards, Maca declined Old Avery's invitation to dinner and returned to Hogwarts in the middle of the night.

To say that he made a rash visit this time, and he made a fool of himself, it was naturally not just for the sake of Buckbeak. To put it bluntly, that's just incidental, and planting a stepping stone in Voldemort's forces first is his real purpose.

Now that Peter Pettigrew had slipped away first, the plan had to be sped up a bit.

Although his magical power is still a little insufficient, time will never wait for anyone, and all kinds of unexpected troubles will never say hello to you again.

Maca's "strength" has always been limited to his magic.

……

As the day of Quidditch drew nearer, the entire Gryffindor House became excited.

The former legend Charlie Weasley, Ron's second brother, used to be a Seeker, but after him, Gryffindor House hasn't really been in glory!

What's more, after Maca's once-prosperous glory, everyone lost faith in the Quidditch Cup. Fortunately, the "scoring maniac" himself was not so enthusiastic about the game, which rekindled everyone's hope.

But Harry didn't think any of them, including Wood, were as hungry for victory as he was.

The animosity between Harry and Malfoy had reached its highest point the other day.

Previously, in Hogsmeade, Harry had thrown a lot of sludge at Malfoy with the convenience of his invisibility cloak, and Malfoy was resentful of it; But what made him even more annoyed was that Harry had managed to get away with it!

Harry hadn't forgotten that Malfoy had managed to frame him in 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 inexplicably kept a low profile, and even when he sees him, he just glares at him and walks away.

"Pigs might fly" (2)?" Harry's wonder was palpable.