"Come out! No need to hide, there's no point in hiding behind there. ”

Maca stared at the motionless cardboard curtain, his deep gaze as if to pierce it, to the man behind it.

At the moment, the shack is extremely dim, and it is difficult to see the depths with the naked eye if you are a little farther away. Ordinary people usually turn on the light and light it, but Maca doesn't care about it because he doesn't need to see it too clearly.

The other party was obviously indifferent to his kind reminder, and he didn't even move. Maybe the other party is still holding on to a little luck, expecting Maca to just cheat casually.

Of course, it is more likely that the other party does not want to move at all, because whether it comes out or not, the result is probably the same. Any one of these Death Eaters has at least several lives on their hands, and the fate of being captured can be imagined.

For a moment, there was no sound except for the wind howling outside the hut. All Maca could hear was her own heartbeat...... And maybe the other party's.

"Bellatrix, is that you?" He asked with a calm face.

After the previous suicide bombing, he had been a lot more careful. These outlaws can cast secret spells even when they are immobilized, and it is extremely difficult to capture them alive.

"Macka McLean?"

Probably thinking that it was really pointless to keep silent, the other party finally spoke up, but Maca was stunned when she heard it. He had thought that the last one who would be left behind with the illusion of his companions scattering and breaking through would be Bellatrix, the central man with a secret mission, but the result was beyond his expectations.

What he heard was a slightly hoarse and low male voice!

"That's right, I'm McLean." Maca nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, "Who are you?" Dolokhov? Luke Wood? Rabastan? Rodolphus? ”

He gave several names in a row, each of which he had brought from Azkaban. Most of those Death Eaters were later returned to Azkaban, but some remained with Voldemort until the end, only to be served by the Order of the Phoenix team not long ago.

However, none of the names he gave belonged to the man standing behind the curtain.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then he replied, "Cyril—Cyril Yaxley, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. McLean. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he walked out with the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the hard ground.

"Yaxley?" Maca thought for a moment, and quickly pulled out some information from the depths of her mind that could be used as a reference, "Let's talk about it! What can you tell me? You should understand that you have an entire family behind you, and there is no reason to bother with Voldemort, who has already failed again. ”

As he said, Yaxley is also a pure-blood wizard family with some background in the British wizarding world.

It's just that in today's wizarding world, this once prosperous family is quite decaying. Especially in recent generations, the proportion of women born is still quite large, and there is almost no other way than to strengthen blood ties with other families.

At that time, this Yaxley was attracted by Voldemort's claim of blood, and after considering the benefits and turnaround for their family, he turned to the Dark Lord.

However, when Voldemort fell for the first time, he, like Lucius Malfoy, managed to save the fate of being thrown into Azkaban and lurked unharmed. It was only when Voldemort suddenly came back to life, and when the Dark Mark burned his arm, he returned to Voldemort's men.

And now, Voldemort has fallen again, and it stands to reason that there is really no need for him to continue to help Voldemort in this last mission.

But Yaxley did not respond positively to Maca's exhortation and temptation, which was to the point.

"Mr. McLean," he said with a blank face, "to be honest, I have a lot of admiration for you. There was no one who could push the Dark Lord to that extent, and it was a Dark Lord who was several times stronger than the last time...... I know that standing here today to meet you is probably the last time I will have freedom. ”

"Really?" Maca looked at Yaxley standing in the shadows and smiled noncommittally, "It might be nice to be complimented by others, but I don't have that much time to talk to you 'friendly' right now. ”

He said, pausing slightly, but then adding a little more to himself, "Mr. Yaxley, are you trying to stall for time?" I think...... Please put down the suitcase you are carrying! You and it, neither of you can live without this room. ”

"Do you really think so? Mr. McLean? Yaxley's eyes suddenly sharpened, his muscles tensed, and in an instant he changed from an elegant and calm head of the family to a beast.

But Maca shook her head with a flat face.

"There's no need to do such a senseless thing," he said directly, "your expression is realistic, but your wand is not in your hand—are you going to use the wandless charm against me?" ”

"Okay...... Well, okay! Yaxley nodded, probably not wanting to pretend anymore, he sighed softly, "We all know your strength very well...... No, I'm afraid it can't be said to be 'understanding your strength', but understanding the 'gap' between us and you...... You say I can't escape, I'm completely acceptable, and ...... I think so, too. ”

"Now that you understand—" "No, wait a minute. ”

Maka obviously didn't want to continue the conversation, but Yaxley was the first to interrupt him, his expression a little strange.

"Mr. McLean, I do know I can't get out of here......" he said, lifting his suitcase and shaking it, "it won't get out either, yes...... But I think there's a chance I'll ruin it before you do it, don't I? ”

"You can try," Maca didn't take out her staff, just looked at the other party with her hands down, but the confidence in her body was fully revealed, "You can take it first, you can gamble." ”

"No, no, no, I don't want to risk my life for this...... And I don't need to gamble," Yaxley waved his hand, but the suitcase remained tightly clutched in his other hand, "Mr. McLean, as far as I know, you're a very trustworthy young wizard—so for now, I think you and I can make a simple deal." ”

When Maca heard this, she was a little surprised. Although he was somewhat skeptical at first, because the other party was supposed to be a person who needed to take care of his family and clan, he felt that this man might not really be that loyal to Voldemort.

But under the delay just now, this thought of his had been completely erased from his mind.

Now, what else do you have to trade with this guy?

"Say it!"

Maca lifted her chin and motioned for him to have something to say. As for believing it or not, that's not something he's Yaxley can handle.

"Here's the deal—" Yaxley didn't procrastinate this time, but gently placed the suitcase in his hand on the ground in front of him, "Mr. McLean, you know from the fact that you just asked me to put this suitcase down, you already know about the mission that the Dark Lord has given me. I don't know where you got that out, and I have to admit that your information is unimaginably accurate......"

"But it doesn't really matter." He paused, then continued, "I just want to say - the box is left for you, can you let me leave from here?" ”

Maca didn't show any expression at Yaxley's words.

Although he had stumbled upon some fragmented information from Pansy Parkinson, it was always a guess for him to know what was in the suitcase. It could be a key item left behind by Voldemort, or maybe it was a large space, he didn't know.

But even if Maca didn't know it yet, it didn't prevent him from pretending to know very well.

"As long as it's true, I don't think it's a big deal to let you go." Maca said calmly, "Since you know me, you should also understand that I have no interest in your life or death. If I can get what I want, it won't be a big deal if I let me personally send you away from the Aurors. ”

"No, you don't need to do that......" Clearly, Yaxley was moved by Maca's words, which could be heard from his slightly slowed pace, "I just need you to stop chasing me, that's enough." Now that Dumbledore is dead, I wouldn't have to worry about anyone but you finding me so easily. ”

"Whatever you want! Then you can go now......"

Maca nodded casually, stepped aside, and even waved her hand to push the wooden door of the shack wide open. The sea breeze from outside poured in. That salty smell is now synonymous with the taste of freedom.

Under Maca's watchful eye, Yaxley picked up the suitcase and slowly moved it from the innermost side, and then carefully placed it at Maca's feet. At the same time, his gaze was fixed on Maca's body, and he walked backwards towards the door as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his ass.

Maca didn't move, he just watched quietly as Yaxley stepped back inch by inch, and the hand hanging at his side didn't move at all.

But at the moment when Yaxley retreated to the door, he was staring at Maca, but suddenly he felt a sudden flower in front of him!

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