“…… I don't really mind, but do you really need to come along? ”

Late the next night, Maca looked at Moody, who was on crutches all the way around her, and didn't know what to say.

"I've got to keep an eye on you." Moody paused his crutches and glared at him again.

"If you don't mind...... "Marca shrugged her shoulders and quickly drew her wand and waved it at Moody's crutch, "silently. ”

Moody subconsciously took a step back, but the spell still hit.

"Don't put your wand on me!" He yelled nervously.

"At least for a while, it will not alarm the enemy." Maca tucked her wand back into her sleeve and smiled, "It's too loud, I don't want anyone to hear where we are." ”

"Do you think I'm going to be so careless?" Moody said impatiently, and paused his cane again, but this time there was no "thump" sound.

You can see that he is not happy about this.

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

But the difference between the two is that Maca always hides this attitude in her heart; Moody, on the other hand, doesn't care about other people's opinions, and shows his personality to the fullest.

The old and the young walked briskly through the alleys of Hogsmeade, heading deeper.

Suddenly, Moody's MONOCULUS stopped rolling and stared into some dark corner.

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

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

As his words fell, a scruffyly dressed wizard cautiously stepped out of the shadows.

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

For a wizard like Tarino who begs for a living in the underworld, Moody's "murderous name" is simply known to everyone. The vast majority of people reacted in the same way as Tarino when they saw him.

"Friend, don't you look a little uncomfortable?"

Moody stared at Tarino with a fierce expression, and Tarino looked wincing. If anyone who doesn't know sees this scene, they will probably think Moody is a villain.

"Hey, don't scare him." Maca smiled and waved her hand, "Tarino, don't worry...... Mad-Eyed Moody is just a professor at Hogwarts, and he's not going to be interested in petty theft like you. ”

"yes, right...... I'm here to collect the latest news from this time, what's going on lately? He then asked.

Tarino looked at Moody again uneasily, and when he saw that he was still staring at him, he involuntarily shrunk his neck.

"Uh...... Yes! Nothing special lately, and there's been little movement on the target you've asked me to find someone to keep an eye on. Looks like they might be brewing something...... Well, or just want to take a break? Who knows? ”

"Is there any other news?" Maca nodded, then asked, "For example, werewolves or something?" ”

"You're talking about the recent disappearances of civilian wizards, right?" Tarino immediately replied, "Greyback, you know, the head of the restlessest werewolves." If the werewolf makes trouble sometimes, it must have something to do with him. ”

"Hmm...... Fenrir Greyback......" Maca pondered for a moment, and decided to go and see if anything had changed in the bloodthirsty werewolf leader.

Peter Pettigrew was undoubtedly killed by him, but Voldemort has another so-called "Black Death" by his side.

Now it seems that it may be the werewolf Fenrir is unknown.

He wasn't going to turn Voldemort out of it yet, and if Fenrir was the Black Death, it wasn't a good idea to scare the snake now.

"Tarino, do you know where the werewolves are located?" Maca thought for a moment and asked again.

"To know is to know—who can hide those guys from howling wolves on the night of the full moon? But because of this, they have a lot of strongholds, and they really can't find the right place for a while. Tarino spread his hands.

Maca nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Tarino, I remember you mentioned to me before that there was a large black market of underground forces near the River Thames? There must be werewolves there, too? ”

"Hehe...... " Tarino smiled sheepishly, but the next second, he glanced at Moody again and asked quietly, "Is he going too?" ”

"Don't be so quiet, I can hear you." Moody, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke, "Just that filthy and broken place, you were still in your mother's womb when I went!" ”

With Moody's ability and high degree of action, in fact, many people will habitually ignore his real age. But if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that he is also full of gray hair now.

At Tarino's age, Moody is likely to be twice as tall as he is.

"So, that's where the Ministry of Magic defaults?" Maca asked with interest.

"It's much easier to manage the ugly guys together than to spread them around." Moody said impatiently, "Extinguishing is not extinguishing...... Just like the spotted mangs in an old house, they will regrow after a while and continue to erode the foundation of the house. ”

"Yes......" Maka agreed, "then, I'm going to go there for a while...... Professor Moody, what about you? ”

"You don't have to worry about me, you can go wherever you want—I'll be there to keep an eye on you." Moody looked at him and said, "I'd like to see, do you have Albus boasting so well?" ”

With that, he turned around and left the alley.

Maca shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, then drew her wand and tapped at herself.

Suddenly, his wizard robe automatically began to deform, and in the blink of an eye, it was replaced by the wide gray cloth cloak that was often used to hide his identity, covering his entire person.

Immediately after, he took out a pair of glasses from his waist, put them on the bridge of his nose in the hood, and turned them into an ordinary black mask again.

"Tarino, lead the way!" Maca urged, "I'd love to see what Professor Moody calls that 'dirty'. ”

……

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

It was late at night, and the little snakes had gone back to their bedrooms to sleep, and there was only a small figure still lying on a table, as if they were constantly writing.

Suddenly, the figure raised its head and looked at the half-moon outside the window.

The moonlight fell like silver dust, revealing half of the pretty face hidden under the wide peaked hat.

It was Willy Blois, a little witch who Maca still hadn't figured out.

Not long after, a cool night breeze blew in from the window, gently plucking the few strands of hair that were pressed under the brim of her hat. The tips of the transparent white hair fluttered quietly, reflecting the bright silver light in the moonlight.

On the desk in front of her, the notebook had been blown by the wind, and had been flipped to a page with a botanical illustrated book.

The plant looked familiar, the Flower of Mystery Crystals that had once been planted in a greenhouse.

Now, the flowers are gone.

After flowering, the Mystery Crystal Flowers would quickly wither, and Willy had already plucked them all and carefully dehydrated them.

For Willy, it was a treasure she had grown with her "only" friend.

“…… The only friend. Verine chewed on the word, her delicate little face confused.

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

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

"It's not...... Friend. She whispered softly, her tone cold, without a hint of warmth.

From the day she was born, she was not supposed to have friends. That was too far out of reach for her. Even his mother didn't dare to approach him......

Yes, it's "don't dare".

What she can bring to the people around her is doomed to disaster.

Willie stared at the bright moon outside the window, as in the past, calm, lonely, without any sense of existence. Even if someone walks through the common room now, I am afraid that it may not attract the attention of the other person.

It's a curse and a shackle. And it was her father who set this heavy shackle for her...... Or rather, the huge wizarding family she belongs to full of history.

So, even if she is so beautiful that even Fleur Delacour is incomparable, no one can find out.

So, does she care?

Probably even she doesn't know......

After a moment's pause, Willy lowered her head again and began to write in her notebook.

……

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

Muggles and wizards alike were fascinated by this tranquil and wide river. It is precisely because of its existence that Britain and the British wizarding world have become one of the major centers of Europe.

At this moment, Maca, led by Tarino, is strolling on an uninhabited street on the banks of the River Thames.

“…… Is the entrance hidden? Maca asked casually.

"There are many entrances," replied Tarino, "and the black market is characterized by a lot of entrances and exits, because people are always ready to enter and leave from all directions......

"Wouldn't that be hard to hide?" Maca glanced at him curiously.

"Okay...... If you want to know, it's not necessarily useful to hide it, is it? Tarino shrugged, "I don't want to admit it, but it's like Mad-Eye...... You know! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed, "Look, that's one of the entrances." ”