Chapter 204 Worthless Death

It had been a long time since I saw Sirius last time, and compared to his downcast appearance at that time, he looked at least clean and tidy now.

He was wearing a tough striped suit, and his hair hadn't been cut, but it could be seen that it had indeed been trimmed.

However, he still looked so thin.

"Chicken!" he said hoarsely, just as he dropped the worn-out "Daily Prophet" on the cave floor.

Harry froze for a moment, suddenly thinking of something. He tore open his schoolbag and handed over the bag of chicken legs and bread.

"thanks!"

After Sirius said something, he eagerly opened the package, grabbed a chicken leg, sat down on the ground, and tore off a large piece of chicken.

The three of Harry looked at him very strangely, because there was an inexplicable sense of confusion in him.

"What's the matter?" Sirius raised his head to look at them, then looked down at his clothes, and then suddenly said, "Well... this is the Christmas present that McLean gave me last time."

He chewed the chicken leg meat in his mouth, and continued vaguely: "He originally prepared some Galleons for me, but I didn't want it... But obviously, to maintain self-esteem, you have to pay a price—you probably know it , Rat meat is really not very chewy, they are always running around!"

He looked up at Harry and smiled heartily, but Harry only smiled back reluctantly.

"Don't imitate me, Harry... I also know that my bad temper is not very good, but I'm afraid I can't change it in this life."

It seems that even when he laughed at himself, he didn't forget to fulfill his godfather duties.

"What have you been doing lately, Sirius?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Let's talk about this later, McClain will come over today." After Sirius finished speaking, he continued to gnaw on his chicken legs and bread.

As soon as Black finished speaking, Harry and Hermione's expressions darkened. They looked at each other, and then subconsciously moved their eyes elsewhere.

In normal times, they would definitely call Maca. But now, as long as they see Maca, they will feel very uncomfortable.

What happened in the maze that day, they coincidentally did not tell Ron.

One is that they don't know how to say it, after all, they don't understand many things themselves; the other is that they don't want to talk about it, because they have been avoiding that topic as much as possible!

However, Maca didn't bother them for long.

After a while, Buckbeak suddenly looked up towards the entrance of the cave, and then let out a cry of excitement.

"Oh, are they all here yet?"

Everyone turned around quickly, and saw Maca standing there with a relaxed face, and smiled at them.

Hermione looked behind Maca subconsciously—fortunately, Miss Lovegood didn't seem to come with her, which at least made her feel less upset.

Hermione is very scared now. She is worried that if she can't bear it anymore, she will go up and drag Maca and ask him "why" loudly.

As for what "why"? She doesn't know it herself.

"What are you staring at me for?" Maca walked to the deepest part of the cave, reached out and touched Buckbeak's neck, and took out a fresh ferret from his waist.

While feeding Buckbeak snacks, he said casually: "Sirius, I said I hired you to help me take care of Buckbeak, so why don't you just accept Jin Gallon? As for making trouble with your own stomach... ... I am not giving you money for no reason."

Sirius said vaguely: "No, it is right for you to take care of it for you. You saved my life! If I take your money again, why don't I return this life to you first... Say well, don’t look at me, I’m always hungry, I’ve never let your hippogriff go hungry!”

"Well then, I'll show you the way today..." Maca turned around and said with a smile, "The ferrets used for feed are much tastier than mice, and the farms want them to grow fat and healthy." They are big, and generally don’t let them exercise too much. From now on, I’ll leave Buckbeak’s food money, and you can eat ferrets with him, how about it?”

Hearing this, Blake felt a little moved for some reason.

"How can Sirius and Buckbeak eat the same thing—" Ron said in surprise.

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione interrupted immediately, "What do you know! Ferrets are more expensive than chicken drumsticks..."

"It's just a joke," Maca waved his hands. "It's time to get down to business... Sirius, I discussed it with Dumbledore and decided to temporarily terminate the plan."

"Why did it stop suddenly?" Sirius swallowed the chicken leg meat in his mouth, and asked greasyly, "Didn't the plan go smoothly?"

Maca put away her smile, shook her head slowly and said: "The specific situation has deviated greatly from my prediction. If it continues, there may be a very big change. The details have not been determined yet. So I won’t say anything, but at least one thing is certain—”

He paused, then said seriously: "Voldemort is most likely not our worst enemy anymore."

Maca's words were like a biting cold wind blowing quietly in the cave, making everyone silent.

Voldemort is not even the greatest enemy, so how terrible is the real enemy?

For a long time, Maka's calm attitude and omnipotent performance have already won the trust of the few people present.

If someone else said that, I am afraid that everyone would not take it seriously, even the experienced Sirius Black would sneer at it.

But now, when these words came out of Maca's mouth, everyone had to think more about it in their hearts.

"Maka, you mean...the person who can't even mention his name...has come back?" Ron asked belatedly.

"The Dark Mark has appeared twice, what do you think!" Hermione glared at him, speechless.

Seeing everyone's gloomy faces, Maca showed the previous relaxed expression again, and said with a smile: "Although it's right to be careful, don't worry too much, don't forget, there is still Dumbledore is here!"

Rather than saying that they would figure out a way, it would be easier for these people to feel at ease by moving Dumbledore out. Although at the moment, Dumbledore has left all the problems to him to think about.

"...Maybe, Dumbledore plans to train me to be his successor!" Maca thought depressingly.

"Then... are you here this time just to inform me of the termination of the plan?" Sirius gnawed on the chicken leg again, and he continued to ask while eating, "Or, do you have other things to think about?" Leave it to me to do it?"

Maca shook his head and said: "There are indeed some things, but this time it's not that complicated. I have to meet two people in a while, before that, you first put—"

Having said that, he subconsciously looked at Harry and the three of them, and then changed the topic.

"Harry, Hermione, Ron, there are some things I can't tell you for the time being... If you trust me, can you please avoid it for a while?" He said sincerely, "I don't want to use other reasons to deceive you... …Maybe I would have done it without hesitation before, but now I just want to be honest and I believe you understand me."

"Uh - of course, since you said so." Harry nodded immediately, and walked out first.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then silently pulled the reluctant Ron out together.

"What is so mysterious that even Harry and the others can't know?" Sirius asked curiously, "But if you ask me, you might as well lie to them! At least your level of deception is much higher than ordinary people..."

"Hi—it's nothing, it's just not suitable for them to see." Maca pulled out his wand and waved it, and a stretcher carrying people appeared beside him.

"This is... Barty Crouch Jr.?" Sirius looked at the man on the stretcher and asked in surprise, "Didn't he die in Azkaban?"

"Death is death, but it's just a recent thing." Maca waved his wand again, and the stretcher carried Barty Crouch Jr.'s body to the side of the cave, and cast another Disillusionment spell to cover him up up.

"This was originally part of the original plan. I wanted to use his death to test Voldemort. Now that the plan is terminated, he is temporarily useless... Help me return him to his father! "Maka said with a complex expression, "Although Little Barty deserves to die, after all..."

He shook his head, and continued: "It is very likely that his father was trapped at home by him. You can go and rescue his father by the way! You tell him that everything is not over yet, and things cannot be exposed too early—— Just say Dumbledore said it, and he should do it."

"... Was it your fault?" Sirius couldn't help asking.

"Even if it's not, it's almost the same. Isn't it me who is operating the whole plan?" Maca sighed, "Don't ask this kind of question again, it's meaningless."

"You look like you've killed a lot of people..." Sirius said helplessly, "It's easy to ignore your age when you're with you... To be honest, this is your first time... Bar?"

He carefully wiped his neck, and it could be seen that he was still a little worried about Maca's mental state. After all, no one really cares about doing this kind of thing.

However, Maca just waved his hand, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

The cave was silent for a while, and finally Maca took the initiative to break the somewhat dull atmosphere.

"Anyway, help me go to Crouch's house, I'm not suitable to go in person..." He hesitated and said, "You know."

"Hmph..." Sirius said disapprovingly, "Poor Crouch...If I look at it, I can only blame him...Can you tell me how little Barty died?"