Maca hadn't lied before, and the main purpose of his visit this time was to get information about Voldemort's secret plan. As for whether Yaxley stayed or left, he didn't really care.

But now it seems that what he wants is not so easy to obtain.

The moment Yaxley stared at him and retreated to the door of the shack, Maca's Dementorship was activated. The timing was perfect, and it was when Yaxley was secretly relieved that he was about to escape from the dilapidated shack.

As a result, the relaxed spirit and direct eyes became the best window for the Deception to take the mantra, and as the other party saw a flower, a memory picture flashed quickly in the minds of both parties.

It stands to reason that this is the best way to get information. Whether it's the slightly dragging pace of the conversation or the pressure on the other party from Maca's position by the door, it is an important condition that facilitates this moment.

Only in this way can the other side succeed in one fell swoop before it has time to react, so as to avoid a suicide bombing like the previous one.

However, even with such careful arrangement, the results achieved by Maca were not ideal.

“…… Pretty bad amnesia, isn't it? ”

When Yaxley found himself back in reality from his shattered memories, the tension, the solemnity, and even the last moment of relaxation on his face were gone. Instead, it was a flat face.

"It's really bad," Maca looked at him coldly, "Looks like you didn't plan to leave here in the first place?" ”

By "bad", they were referring to the clumsy amnesia spell that had been applied to Yaxley beforehand. The amnesia spell was so strong that it had even shattered some fragments of the target's memory. Obviously, the reason why he did this was completely to erase the memory of the secret mission.

The Amnesia Charm can be restored to some extent, or at least it can be excavated from deeper memories with a sufficiently powerful Dementor Charm Charm. However, the amnesia spell that had been cast on Yaxley had rudely destroyed the entire memory, along with some of the other fragments.

This level of amnesia spell is enough to cause soul damage to the person who is being spellcast, which shows that this guy's determination is not ordinarily strong.

"You barely remember why you did it, so does your choice still make sense?" Maca asked, slightly surprised.

"That's the kind of person I am."

Yaxley's answer was rather dry, and he took it for granted, as if it were all supposed to end like this. As for his reason for doing so? That's what he thought before he lost his memory, so is it still necessary for him to deny his choice?

From his body, Maca felt a persistence for no reason. Perhaps, as he himself said, he is such a person who will always only believe in himself, right?

Death Eaters are human beings, and human beings are all of all kinds, and everyone has their own philosophy of doing things.

"So be it!" Maka suddenly lost interest, "Maybe in the next few days, you can make a good plan for the upcoming Azkaban life." ”

Before the words fell, only a muffled "bang" was heard, and a figure flew out of the door of the shed. When he landed on his back in the snow outside the shack, he had fallen into a deep coma.

After a while, Maca also walked out, and with him came the old suitcase. Maca shook her head slightly, tossed the suitcase casually beside the extinguished campfire, and left in a certain direction.

As expected, the suitcase, while indeed a container that had been enchanted with the Traceless Stretching Charm, contained nothing but miscellaneous items that could be found everywhere.

……

Let's move forward a little, and just as Maca and Nayarxli were pretending to negotiate with each other, a figure unknown to ordinary people was running fast on the road west of the shantytown.

Although he is now in a state of invisibility, this may not be absolutely safe, even if this stealth potion is quite effective.

She knew she couldn't stop, and she had to get away from Stefki to the neighboring town as quickly as possible.

As angry and annoyed as she was, she must have turned back to fight the stupid Aurors long ago. Yes, if you can ravage a few "hardworking and brave" Aurors by the way, the master will be very happy.

But she couldn't, she knew she had to get out of there, she couldn't stay for a moment.

She is Bellatrix, a Death Eater on a great mission, a pure-blood wizard who has been bestowed great glory by her master!

It's just that since she left Stefkey just now, she has always felt as if something is following her. What is it? What's following? Is it a delusion?

In a hurry, she turned her head several times and scanned everything behind her, but found nothing suspicious.

The sense of insecurity brought about by Azkaban's prison experience caused a great deal of irritability in her heart to feel under the feeling of being watched.

In the past, whenever she felt this way, she would use torture to relax herself. The more the tortured object howled, the more she felt physically and mentally.

But now, there is no chance for her to do so.

It's about three miles from Stefki to the neighboring town of Wells. This distance is not a big deal for a Muggle, and it can be reached quickly by bicycle.

But if you only run on two legs, it's still a very fatal journey.

But now she had to run until she was far enough away before she could try to get away with the illusion of shapeshifting. Otherwise, the escape opportunity that her companions had won for her before would be meaningless.

The street trees on both sides of the road were intermittently receding behind Bellatrix, and occasionally large fields could be seen in the gaps between the trees, all covered in snow that had not yet melted.

Cold air was inhaled between her mouth and nose, which was poured into her lungs with repeated breathing, and then the temperature in her body was also taken away.

The wind was blowing so hard that it slashed at her cheek like a knife as she ran, as if to remind her that spring was still far enough away.

"Bang!"

It was about stepping on the thin ice on the road, which was so slippery that she fell hard without paying attention. But when she fell to the ground and her ankles hurt for a while, the suitcase that she had always held tightly was lifted high by her, and she was stunned that she had not been knocked to the slightest.

"Ahem......"

A few coughs rang out from the deserted road, and after a few or three moments, they melted into the night sky, which was gradually darkening.

Before you know it, the sun has set.

Bellatrix struggled to prop herself up, gasping for air, still trying to get up and keep running. As she got up, her eyes flashed fiercely - she Bellatrix, how could she ever be so embarrassed?

But no matter how hard she was with the air, she moved her foot and found that although it hurt a little, it didn't affect her walking. So she ran back on.

However, there seemed to be a voice in the shadows telling her that her next actions would probably not go well. So, the moment she just ran up, she fell again!

Of course, this time it wasn't slipping, Bellatrix clearly felt that there was a powerful impact coming from behind, knocking her forward and rushing out.

Even though she slammed into the ground, she still managed to protect the suitcase in her hand, as if she was afraid that it would be fallen. It's hard to imagine what was in it that she instinctively protected it despite her own injuries.

And in the next second, Bellatrix no longer hesitated. She didn't even bother to see what the hell was knocking her into the air, but instead of hitting the ground, she desperately activated the illusion transformation charm.

In a twist, she disappeared into the middle of the not very wide road, along with her suitcase. Almost the next second she left, several half-human-tall shadows fell there, but they swooped down.

If anyone were here, they would be able to see through the dark sky that was not yet completely dark, and it was actually several large spiders with hairy hands and feet. But I saw them lingering in place for a while, and with a few strange symbols on their bodies, they all shrunk to the size of thumbs and scattered......

Bellatrix's apparent position was not far away, probably because her previous thoughts were all on the town called Wells, and she didn't think much about it in an emergency, so she moved here first.

At that moment just now, she felt soreness and weakness as if she wanted to fall apart. There was an extra wound on her forehead, and scarlet blood slowly flowed from there, making her resentful face even more fierce and cold.

The apparition appeared across from the convenience store on the east side of Wellstown, sheltered by the woods, and no one noticed her presence even though there were pedestrians coming and going across the street.

And now, maybe it's time to continue with the illusion of shapeshifting and leave.

Although the Aurors might be able to track her whereabouts this time, there was no better option for her to pick and choose from in the current situation.

However, just as Bellatrix was about to cast the illusion again, a thought crossed her mind that caused her to stop her movements, and her eyes were fixed on a Muggle woman at the convenience store opposite.

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