Today's London is still cloudy.

The humid air makes you want to take off your clothes and twist them to see if you can wring out the water.

The sun was completely blocked by the clouds, and only some gloomy morning light could be faintly revealed, announcing another time that would be intimidated by rain and fog.

Maca had just left the black market with Charlotte, and the two of them were walking aimlessly on the banks of the sparkling Thames, stepping on the wet pavement under their feet, watching the street lights go out one after another, which seemed a little leisurely.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte finally couldn't help but speak first.

“…… Junior brother, you ...... Are you really going to fight against Voldemort? She looked a little worried, and perhaps a little remorseful.

But in any case, it didn't matter much to Maca.

"Why should I go against Voldemort?" He shrugged his shoulders as if easily, and asked rhetorically.

The entanglement between him and Voldemort has long been inexplicable. The contradiction between the two is like a bomb, which is destined to explode.

Thanks to Maca's efforts, the time bomb was only dismantled from the timing mechanism and turned into a remote-controlled bomb that could be detonated at any time.

As for whether to hold on to the detonator or throw away the detonator as a mine...... Truth be told, Maca hasn't been able to make a decision until now.

When he had a choice, he wasn't a person to make a quick decision.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Charlotte.

"By the way, Senior Sister, what are your plans next? I'd suggest you head to Hogwarts to avoid it! Maca tried to turn the conversation away in a brisk tone, but Charlotte didn't keep up with him.

"But......" Charlotte pursed her lips and said uneasily, "didn't you already promise Grandpa to snatch the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort?" You've signed a magic contract, and you've even borrowed three books as a deposit......"

Maca smiled nonchalantly.

"The contract only says that after I took the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, the Werther family and I studied and used it together. But what if I didn't want to snatch it at all? What if the Philosopher's Stone wasn't in Voldemort's hands at all? ”

There was another sentence he didn't say: In fact, the Philosopher's Stone had already been destroyed by Dumbledore, where could it be found?

This deal, which was not established from the beginning, was just wishful thinking on the part of the old head of the Werther family.

"This ...... You really don't tell a word of truth......" Charlotte was obviously shocked by Maca's deception, she never imagined that someone could bluff everyone with just one mouth.

But Maca smiled and shook her head.

All defensible lies are laid out with the facts known to the other party.

Only when the other party recognizes the "true" part of the lie will they subconsciously associate the other part of the "false" with the "true"; And only by letting the other party put the two parts together by himself can he be convinced.

Everyone has a self-righteous side, and the more confident and proud people are, the more they will make this mistake, which even Maca herself is not immune.

The two took a few more steps forward, and Maca suddenly remembered a question from earlier.

"Senpai, there's a question I want to ask," he turned to Charlotte and asked, "The Werther family...... Or rather, why would a family with an ancient wizard heritage be so low-key? Judging by what I have seen today, at least the Werther family is still full of heritage, obviously deliberately hiding the influence of the family, right? ”

This question is obviously not easy to answer, Charlotte pondered for a long time, and finally shook her head hesitantly.

"As far as I know, every generation of the head of the family strictly orders the members of the family not to act publicly, as for why...... The head of the house only said that he was following the precepts of an ancestor......" she said, and after a moment's thought, she continued, "However, the reason is certainly not so simple, it is rumored that there are two secret rooms under the family mansion, the first of which can only be entered through the test of the ancestors, and in it contains the magic book Abatheel that has been passed down from generation to generation of the Werther family; On the second floor, only each generation of the head of the family is allowed to enter the ......"

"So, if there's an answer, it's in those two secret rooms?" Maca said thoughtfully.

“…… And most likely on the second floor. Charlotte nodded and added.

After that, the two casually chatted a few more words, and then saw that Maca suddenly turned around.

"McLean, have you had enough of a leisurely night? Throwing business at that sneaky guy and meddling around himself? ”

It was Mad-Eye Moody who spoke, and after a night of silence, he suddenly appeared behind Maca.

Maca greeted him with a smile and spread her hands indifferently, "Professor Moody, I'm just using my time more efficiently!" Since Tarino is doing a good job, I'm going to have to make the most of it, don't I? ”

"If you want me to see, you're just hanging out!" Moody was on crutches and said with a disgruntled expression.

"Okay, I believe that things about werewolves will ...... soon"

Halfway through her sentence, Maca turned her head with Moody and watched a familiar figure walk out of the alley not far away.

"And voila! The person who reported the results has arrived. ”

"Mr. McLean, there's good news!" Tarino walked quickly to the side of several people, and said with a smile, "I have already found out where the werewolves are currently located, and at least for three days, they will not change to the next stronghold at will." But ......"

Speaking of this, he frowned again and said, "However, Greyback is indeed not in the stronghold, and he has not left any news, and his current whereabouts are unknown." ”

"Is the information reliable?" Maca immediately asked.

"Of course, the source is a coward wandering on the edge of that group of werewolves, who was just driven out of the group some time ago. Now those who are hiding in Tibet are very poorly mixed...... I only used two gold Galleons to get a lot of news. ”

Tarino said, smirking smirk.

"In that case, let's go there for a walk tomorrow night." Maca nodded knowingly, and handed the deposit slip she got earlier directly to Tarino, "Go and redeem it yourself!" The remaining half won't be given to me yet, just as I paid you in advance, and there will definitely be tasks in the future. ”

"Wrap it up on me!" Tarino patted his chest and said, "If you have something to give to Xin'er, be on call!" ”

"After all, it was robbed, and it doesn't hurt at all to spend it?" Looking at the back of Tarino leaving, Moody said coldly.

"It's better to spend your ill-gotten gains earlier, but it's a bit hot to keep them in your hands!" Maca said jokingly.

"Junior Brother...... What ill-gotten gains? Tell me about it? ”

The three of them, dressed in morning dew, drifted away under the hazy morning sun, and finally disappeared at the end of the street.

……

By the time the three of them returned to Hogwarts, the young wizards had already eaten in the Great Hall.

Hermione's hand injuries had healed, but she still didn't seem to be recovering. Ron glanced at her from time to time, opened his mouth several times in a row, but couldn't say a word.

On the other side, at the long Slytherin table, Willy was eating her breakfast and reading her notes carefully.

During this time, she had been writing and drawing in that notebook, and although she would be in a daze for a while from time to time, it was obvious that she had spent more time on the notebook.

When she doesn't have classes, she will run to other places alone, and when she disappears, it will be half a day.

As it happens, there are no classes scheduled in Slytherin this morning. After slowly finishing her breakfast, she paced towards the Astronomy Tower, holding a handbook and carrying a handbag.

It was not a light day, and instead of going up to the top of the tower, she sat down with a piece of parchment in an open space inside the tower.

Immediately afterward, she took out a lot of things from her handbag, one after the other. Looking at the tools such as test tubes and crucibles, she seemed to want to do some Potions practice.

However, Willie is not one person who is good at doing such delicate work, on the contrary, she seems a little clumsy in her every move.

Before doing each step, she would carefully look down at the notes before actually doing it.

One hour, two hours......

Time flies, but failure comes even faster.

When the test tube exploded due to some wrong steps, Willy still put it away with a blank face, and then tried again without being discouraged.

It wasn't until near noon that she packed up all her tools very punctually, and recorded some of her experience in her notebook.

When it was all over, she went downstairs again in silence to the auditorium for lunch.

I don't know when this kind of life has become Willy's daily life. Calm, regular, and step-by-step, as if she had always done it.

And today, Maca, who had just come out of the principal's office and was about to go to the auditorium for lunch, finally noticed a hint in Willy.

"Willy?"

Maca stopped the quiet girl who was walking up the stairs with her handbag.

“…… Maca? Willy turned her head, then stopped and looked at him calmly.

"Your sleeves are torn." Maca gestured to the sleeves of her robe, which were a little too long, "Also, there are some ...... here Is this a thickener? ”

He reached out and twisted it on Willy's sleeve, then put it under his nose and sniffed it, and immediately made out what the slimy thing was.

"What potions are you refining?" Maca asked curiously.

Willy looked up, looked at Maca and blinked, then whispered, "Practice...... Hard. ”

As always, her words were concise, but at least this time she still expressed her meaning very clearly, so that Macha would not guess.

"I remember...... You don't seem to be good at potions, do you? Maca thought for a moment and said, "Do you need my help?" ”