Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Want to know where the Death Eaters are fleeing? The best way is to ask the person concerned. In addition to the Death Eaters themselves, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic is also the experience of the escape event, and is now responsible for searching. The main purpose of Maca's visit to Blake's old house this time is to get in touch with the Aurora elite Kingsley.

After Lupin sent a note to Kingsley, he and Maca continued to chat for a while, and the content of the conversation between the two people was almost concentrated in the Order of the Phoenix from now on. Development direction.

To be honest, among the many Orders of the Phoenix, there are infinite possibilities. Even if you don't think about things after a long time, just in these ten or twenty years, it is enough to try a lot of meaningful things.

It didn't take long for the conversation here to become even more lively when Sirius also came downstairs.

The three sat around one of the long tables in the guest room and drank the tea brought by Lena. They almost talked wherever they thought, and their thoughts diverged.

Sirius said that they can develop the Order of the Phoenix into an assisting organization in Hogwarts, and protect the school that cultivated them, and even their offspring; Lupin said that they can carry out some public welfare Activities to help those humanoid magical creatures get along with wizards.

Maca said that both of them had good ideas, but without funding they could not find more members to help them continue the organization.

That's for sure, can't let him pay for it himself? If Sirius was willing to contribute to the Black Treasury, he wouldn't mind adding some benefits to those activities that wouldn't make money.

As a capable elite Auror, Kingsley is very efficient in doing things. Soon, he passed back all the information he knew, and the person responsible for communicating was his nominal subordinate Nefadora Tonks.

"... We tracked a Muggle town called Stifki last night, but after that, the clue broke. We're not sure what way they left or if they were actually hiding in There, just we didn't find it ... "

Hearing Tonks said, Maca nodded.

"Sirius, do you want to be physically active for a long time?" He turned his head and asked Sirius.

"Is that okay?" Sirius stunned. "Of course, I would love to walk with you if I could--but I wouldn't go there well, would I? I think there is probably Auror in that small town now ... "

Although no one remembers the trouble of finding him now, his wanted order has not been eliminated, and he is still hung somewhere in the Auror office! After all, he was also the first prisoner to escape from Azkaban, which is no small matter.

"I think it's okay just to be careful." Maca shrugged. "If possible, I'll put credit on you, and I will have a reason to ask Scrimgeour to dismiss the Ministry of Magic." Wanted for you. "

"Ha, that's a good idea!" Sirius immediately became excited. "Seriously, I always stay here, and every joint of mys will rust!"

Looking at Sirius, who was all energetic, Macaco couldn't see where he was "rusting". This guy is a master who can't rest, and has been like this since he was young. Regarding this point, it is already obvious from the point of view that the last time he moved to the United States.

But this time, Maca suddenly noticed, but did not really want to let him out to relax. Although in the end it was possible to find a way to get rid of the wanted order, this time it was called Sirius, but for the suspicious Bellatrix.

Speaking of them, they are still a pair of cousins! I don't know if they are all from the same family, how could they have two people with very different personalities.

...

The air in Steveki was slightly humid. Standing in the woods near the town, you could smell the sea smell familiar to Maca. The air was flowing between the nose and mouth, with a hint of salty taste.

Daytime in Britain is always very short. It's almost dusk now, and the sun is gradually setting west, and the whole small town covered by snow is shining golden.

The Muggle expelling curse has been cast on the streets of the town. Looking from this higher place, there is almost no normal Muggle activity in the entire town. Only Auror was nervously searching overtime. And patrol.

"This is the center of Stevki's town," Tonks reached out, took a look at the area in front of him, and then pointed to the far left forward, "Walking along that road To the northwest is Steveki's shantytown, where the less wealthy of Muggles live. "

"Then go there first!" Makar said, "The shantytowns are generally chaotic. It is more convenient for Tibetans or things to hide ... Remember to keep the fairy potion available at any time. Place, it all depends on it. "

They came here this time, after all, to avoid people's ears. The Ministry of Magic is not completely under Scrimgeour's control, and they have to be careful. If Scrimgeour's political opponents found it, he would be frightened, and he would not have the habit of throwing vested interests into the trash.

It's a rare Minister of Magic to take the initiative to make a good offer. This kind of friendship deserves Maca's stay.

When the three looked at each other, Maca raised her staff and cast a magic spell on all three, and then went quietly northwest of the town.

Along the way through the town center, they ran into several Auror squads, and Maca even glanced at Kingsley from a distance. If Tonks was just a new Auror with no sense of presence, I'm afraid she wouldn't sneak out to lead the way for Maca.

There is no small sea breeze everywhere in the town, and most of the townspeople love to clean, making this town look very neat. I have to say that although this Steveki is just a small seaside village, the environment of the red tiles and white walls is quite pleasing.

The three did not stop in the town, and went along the main road that extended northwest. As they passed the path welcomed by the two trees, the shantytown in Tonks's mouth gradually came into view of Maca.

The house here ... well, at least it has a ceiling and a wall, can it be called a house?

That's right, most of the houses here are very rudimentary, with wooden boards, wire and old metal pipes everywhere erected horizontally, leaning against trees to form them. The thick snow piled on the roofs bolted with tarpaulins and various wooden strips seemed to crush them all at any time.

It seems that these crudely built houses are still crowded next to each other, gathering together piece by piece, and each gathering area is surrounded by dense groves. Maybe they want to be warmer, right? But this undoubtedly makes it seem more cluttered.

This place was worse than Maca expected, and even more chaotic than Torpoint he had lived in the past. If you think about it, at least Torpoint is still a port town. Even if it is far less affluent than those big ports, it still has high-quality conditions for the circulation of money and goods to create profits.

And here, nothing!

"It's just a place for refugees," Sirius whispered. "There are too many people in the Muggle world. Britain is good! I heard that in some countries, this kind of scene can be seen everywhere ..."

"Maybe one day, when the wizard and Muggle can live together in harmony, this kind of scene will become less and less." Maca casually said, "Of course, even if there is one day, it must be a long, long time later. Now. "

He hasn't seen this kind of broken scene, but there is nothing to be surprised about.

"Go in and see!"

Maca glanced left and right ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and took the lead to a shack gathering area at the intersection.

For people like Sirius and Tonks who have been living in a good environment since childhood, they can feel a lot of glory just by looking outside. Even if Sirius had been squatting in a ghost place like Azkaban for many years, it was originally a prison, which was naturally incomparable with the **** in daily life.

But when they stepped into this barrenness and were surrounded by the mess, they had a new experience.

Real life traces will give people an inexplicable sense of reality. Looking at the tattered shacks such as bonfires, clothes racks, old shoes and old clothes, and living garbage everywhere, they even slowed down the pace of walking, as if they were afraid of being disturbed by inattention.

There has also been a spell cast here, and it can be heard that the Muggle poor are hiding in their "house", and no one is still wandering outside.

Maca knew that if it was weekdays, the dusk here would still be lively.

"Tonks, haven't you seen the Muggle poor living here?" He asked Tonks with a sullen expression, and he couldn't help asking.

"Did you mean before the deportation spell was cast?" Tonks shook his head. "I followed the second search team. All the spells were cast here."

"After the curse is lifted, you can observe again." Maca smiled. "You will understand that human beings are naturally optimistic creatures-whether they are Muggles or wizards."

"Unless it's not fun." Sirius seemed to recall some unpleasant experiences, he sighed and added.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Maca moved her head and looked in a certain direction.