Chapter 164 Handsome old man
The weather in October has become a little less stable, but overall, it is still hot and humid. The four people waiting for Tracey at the entrance of Hogwarts all wore daily single clothes and looked quietly at the distance, twisting and turning to avoid stones. and trees.
Ma En actually originally planned to ask Patrick to take them there directly, but unfortunately, this guy ate too much last night, and after farting, the whole bird was burned to ashes. Now with a little He is like a chicken, let alone carrying people, he stumbles when he walks.
"Crench."
Just from the sound of the brakes, one could guess how fast the car was going. Tracey opened the car door neatly and walked out, with a flush of excitement on her face.
"Oh, madam, I didn't realize you had a hobby of racing cars before." Marn winked at Margaery, turned to Tracy and joked.
She opened the door at the back, waited for everyone to get in the car, and sat back in the driver's seat before saying, "I used to drive ordinary cars. It's rare to drive a magic vehicle, so naturally I have to use it thoroughly."
Okay, this is the end of the fun.
The interior of the vehicle, which looked like an ordinary car, was actually very spacious. Ma En changed seats and looked back at Margaery. Margaery nodded vaguely, indicating that she was fine, and Ma En continued to follow her. We started chatting and found out that they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
But they didn't chat for long. After Tracey asked them many times whether they had fastened their seat belts, Ma En finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
With a kick of the accelerator, the entire car instantly reached top speed, and the surrounding scenery became blurry as it quickly ran towards the rear.
I don’t know what this car is. It is obviously a magical vehicle, but it still has the sound of an engine. Marn’s last voice was drowned in the roar of the engine.
In just over an hour, they arrived at the department store opposite Hermione's clinic. It was very efficient, but Marn felt that his legs were shaking a little.
He stood at the door of the store for five or six minutes before he recovered, and said seriously to the driver: "Tracey, remember to pick me up in a regular car next time. If you plan to drive this car, I would rather wait for Patrick to come again." grow up."
Tracey nodded reluctantly and agreed.
Taking the elevator to the 32nd floor where they once lived for a vacation, as soon as they entered the door, they saw old Wald standing in front of a map, using his wand as a baton to point at circles to make the next plan.
The former office desk has been replaced by a long oval table. A group of characters who looked like leaders were sitting around the table. Margaery pinched her fingers twice, raised one finger and rubbed her eyebrows, as if A little uncomfortable.
Walder gestured to the people holding the war meeting to wait, and quickly walked over and led the four of them into the room.
"Margery, these are my senior officials. Please help me check if there are any problems later, but don't make any announcements yet. However, these people have little chance of knowing about you, so you have to stay here for a few days. , I’ll call them together.”
Margery nodded, but had no intention of following Walder out, and said directly:
"You stand in front of the map, facing the people around the table, starting from the person close to you. The third person on the left is a spy from the old school. The yellow drink in his hand is not orange juice, but the attribute color of the person he transformed into. Polyjuice Potion, but he seems to have agreed with your idea and is considering finding a time to confess everything to you. If nothing else, it should be within three days."
"Any more?"
"And the...well, the fourth one on the right is the young man in gray plaid."
Walder frowned: "Has he been replaced too?"
"No, he rebelled directly, and the price was 20 gold galleons."
"I always thought he would be very determined. I once saved his father's life." Walder sighed.
Margaery didn't say much, and looked outside along the crack of the door that wasn't closed tightly: "But you don't agree with him plundering the private wealth of his enemies."
"I'm just against him robbing ordinary wizards who just live in enemy-occupied areas."
"But he feels that everyone in the enemy area is an enemy or a group of people who can be plundered at will. He has a lot of expenses every month and needs a lot of money."
"He... became addicted to taking a certain potion. He made it by accident. After taking it, he felt a strong sense of happiness. The formula... is very similar to the Fuling Potion, but the brewing time only takes a few ten minutes... "
"Addiction?"
"Yes, it's considered an addiction. As long as you don't take it for more than three days, the accumulated pain will hit you all at once, and the intervals will become shorter and shorter. At the beginning, it was ten days."
"It seems that this person can't be kept." Walder said slowly. Although his expression did not change much, he could clearly feel his depression.
Ma En stood up on tiptoes and patted him on the shoulder, "Ward, as you said, success always comes with a price, be considerate."
He shook his head: "I just feel a little sorry for his father. I once promised to take good care of him, but now I have to execute him myself."
"If you can't bear it, I can do it for you." Esther, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I have studied with you for a while, and you know me well, so I guarantee that no one will notice. , can preserve his honor."
"I have to do this in person, and in front of everyone," Wald said word for word. "At this time, personal honor is not worth mentioning compared to teaching a lesson to the collective."
"but…"
"He has a child, who is six years old, and I will raise his child and tell him the whole truth."
Ma En looked at him with some worry: "Old Walder, this is not a good thing. I have no objection to you raising that child, but telling him that you are related to the death of his father..."
"I know, but I don't intend to deceive him. It's nothing more than revenge. When the day comes when he is able to take revenge, I will have done everything. By then, it will be just death. There is nothing to be afraid of. If he thinks he can, Feel free to come."
This wrinkled old man's face was full of arrogance.
"I won't let you die so easily, Mr. Walder. You have stayed here too long. You should go out for a meeting."
After he left, Hermione said with a confused look: "Mr. Walder is so handsome..."
"Huh?" Marn looked at Hermione strangely, his little face wrinkled.
Margery came over quietly: "The protagonist of the novel she was reading recently has a very similar character to Mr. Walder. I even suspect that Lockhart was based on Walder."
"...Stop showing her these things in the future."