Chapter 210 Where Is the Black Market

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In the middle of the next night, Maka looked at Moody, who was leaning on crutches all the way, and didn't know what to say.

"I've got to keep an eye on you." Moody slammed his cane, and gave him another look.

"If you don't mind..." Maca shrugged, quickly pulled out his wand and waved it at Moody's crutch, "Silently."

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

"Don't point your wand at me!" he yelled nervously.

"At least the enemy won't be alarmed for a while." Maca put his wand back into his sleeve, smiled and said, "This thing is too loud, I don't want others to hear where we are."

"Do you think I'll be that careless?" Moody said impatiently, and gave his cane another hard slam, but this time there was no "bang bang".

You could tell he wasn't happy about it.

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

But the difference between the two is that Maca always keeps this attitude in his heart; while Moody doesn't care about other people's opinions, and expresses his character to the fullest.

The old and the young walked quickly in the alleys of Hogsmeade, heading deeper.

Suddenly, Moody's magic eye stopped and stared at a dark corner.

"Wait." He reached out to stop Maca, and then said loudly, "Who's there?"

"Who else...Tarino, come out!" Maca patted Moody's hand lightly, and then called out to the other side.

As his words fell, a shabby-dressed male wizard cautiously stepped out of the shadows.

"Mr. McLean, you...how did you bring him here?" Tarino looked nervous, which was a natural reaction to seeing a natural enemy.

For a wizard like Tarino who lives in the underground world, Moody's "bad name" is simply unknown to everyone. When most people saw him, they would show the same reaction as Tarino.

"My friend, you look a little uncomfortable?"

Moody stared fiercely at Tarino, who looked cowering. If people who don't know see this scene, they will probably regard Moody as a villain.

"Hey, don't scare him." Maca smiled and waved his hand, "Tarino, don't worry... now Mad-Eye Moody is just a professor at Hogwarts, he treats thieves like you Xiaomo won't be interested."

"Well, by the way... I'm here to collect the new news during this period, how is the recent situation?" He then asked.

Tarino looked at Moody worriedly again, seeing that he was still staring at him, he shrunk his neck involuntarily.

"Uh... ah! There's nothing special about it recently, and the target you asked me to look at hasn't moved. It seems that they may be brewing something... um, or just want to rest for a while? Who knows? ?”

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

"Are you talking about the recent disappearance of commoner wizards?" Tarino replied immediately, "Greyback—you know, the leader of the most restless pack of werewolves. If the werewolves make trouble, then It must be about him."

"Hmm...Fenrir Greyback..." Maca pondered for a while, then decided to go and see if there was any change in the bloodthirsty werewolf leader.

The previous Peter Pettigrew was undoubtedly killed by him, but there was another so-called "Black Dead" beside Voldemort.

Looking at it now, it might even be the werewolf Fenrir.

He has no plans to completely turn against Voldemort now,

If Fenrir is the Black Death, it is not a good idea to startle the snake now.

"Tarino, do you know the location of the stronghold of those werewolves?" Maca thought for a while and asked again.

"I know, I know—those guys will cry and howl when the moon is full. Who can hide it? But because of this, they have many strongholds, and they may not be able to find the right place for a while." Tower Rino spread his hands.

Maca nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject suddenly.

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

"Hey..." Tarino smiled wickedly, but in the next second, he glanced at Moody again and asked in a low voice, "Is he going too?"

"You don't need to be so quiet, I can hear you." Moody, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said, "It's just that dirty place, you were still in the womb when I went there!"

With Moody's ability and high mobility, in fact, many people will habitually ignore his real age. But if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find - he is also full of white hair now.

For Tarino's age, Moody was probably twice his age.

"In other words, is that a place where the Ministry of Magic exists by default?" Maca asked with interest.

"It's much easier to manage those ugly guys together than to disperse them everywhere." Moody said impatiently, "Destroy is not clean... just like the Bandimon in the old house, after a while Time will regenerate and continue to eat away at the foundations of the house."

"That's right..." Maca agreed, "Then, I'm going to go there for a walk... How about you, Professor Moody?"

"Don't mind me, go wherever you want—I'll be right there watching you." Moody looked at him and said, "I'd like to see if you're as good as Albus boasted?"

After that, he turned around and left the alley.

Maca shrugged indifferently, then drew out his wand and pointed it at himself.

Immediately, his wizard robe automatically began to change shape, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced by the large gray cloth cloak that was often used to conceal his identity, covering him completely.

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

"Tarino, lead the way!" Maca urged, "As for the 'dirty place' that Professor Moody said, I really want to see it."

...

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

It was already late at night, and the little snakes had already gone back to their dormitories to sleep. There was only a small figure lying on a table, seemingly writing something non-stop.

Suddenly, the figure raised his head and cast his eyes on the half moon outside the window.

The silver-like moonlight fell down, illuminating half of the pretty face hidden under the wide peaked hat.

That was Willie Blois, a little witch whose identity Maca hadn't figured out until now.

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

On the desk in front of her, the notebook was also blown a few pages by the wind, and turned to a page with a picture of a plant illustration.

The plant looked very familiar, the flower of the Mystery Crystal once planted in the greenhouse.

Now, those flowers are gone.

After the flowering period, the Mystery Crystal flowers will wither quickly, and Willie has already picked them all, and dehydrated them carefully.

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

"...the only friend." Wei Li chewed the word slowly, her delicate face was full of confusion.

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

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

"Not...friend." She whispered softly, her tone was cold, without any warmth.

From the day she was born, she shouldn't have had friends. That was too far out of reach for her. Even my mother dared not get close to me...

Yes, it is "dare not".

What she can bring to those around her is destined to be only disaster.

Willy stared at the bright moon outside the window, just like in the past, calm, lonely, and without any sense of existence. Even if someone walked by in the common room now, I'm afraid it might not attract the attention of the other party.

It is a curse and a shackle. And it was her father who set up this set of heavy shackles for her...or in other words, the huge wizarding family she belonged to that was full of history.

Therefore, even though her appearance was so beautiful that even Fleur Delacour could hardly compare, no one could find out.

So, does she care?

Maybe even she doesn't know...

After stunned for a while, Willie lowered her head again and began to write stroke by stroke in the notebook.

...

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

Both Muggles and wizards are full of affection for this quiet and wide river. It is precisely because of its existence that Britain, and the British magic community, has become one of the major centers in Europe.

At this moment, under the leadership of Tarino, Maca was strolling on a certain deserted street by the River Thames.

"...Is the entrance very hidden?" Maca asked casually.

"There are many entrances," Tarino replied. "The characteristic of the black market is that there are many entrances and exits, because everyone is ready to enter or leave from various places at any time..."

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

"It's okay... If you want to know, it's useless to hide it, isn't it?" Tarino shrugged, "Although I don't want to admit it, it's just like what Mad-Eye said...you understand !"

As he was talking, he suddenly pointed his finger and said, "Look, there is one of the entrances."