harry potter book of crimes

"Mr. Bernthal, please let me know what happened before. And... please keep what Cathy said just now a secret for the time being."

Before she finished speaking, Maka put her hand on the shoulders of little Cathy, who was still dazed, and led her out of the dean's office.

"...Mr. MacLean?"

In the corridor outside, little Cathy followed Maka step by step, the confusion on her face still not completely gone.

"Well, what's wrong?" Maka asked as she walked, "You want to ask, what should we do next?"

"Yes!" Little Cathy immediately grabbed Maka's sleeve and said slightly anxiously, "That person really said something that will happen in the future, and... he also said that if I stay, it will

'Death without meaning'...is that really a prophet?"

It is inevitable that little Cathy will be confused by this. After all, in this era, there are fewer and fewer wizards who have awakened the blood of the prophet, and most wizards have never even seen the prophet in their lives.

Even Hogwarts Divination Professor Sybill Trelawney, who has made correct predictions several times, can only be regarded as a half-assed prophet in terms of degree.

After all, a real prophet would not be like her who could only make decent predictions after being drunk.

But when faced with little Cathy's question, Maka said instead:

"I think that's a prophet... You know, prophets don't just exist in legends, they actually exist. And in this world, there are not many people who can make predictions!"

When little Cathy saw that Maka was sure, she couldn't help but feel a little more convinced.

"That……"

She held Maka's sleeve and walked beside him, raising her head and looking straight into his face.

Feeling the little girl's gaze, Maka lowered her head and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Just do what the prophet said! Anyway, I originally planned to let you go to France..." As he was talking, he suddenly thought about it and said, "Oh, if this didn't happen, you

Are you planning to stay here?"

"……Yes."

When Maka asked, little Cathy, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped.

"I want to enroll in Hogwarts, study magic hard, and then use my abilities to help everyone like you, Mr. MacLean... However, that person seems to know exactly what I think, which I have never told anyone.

"

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but say:

"McLean, could it be that... even my idea is wrong?"

"Well?"

Maka, who had stopped walking because she felt her sleeves tightened, saw this and shrugged with a relaxed expression.

"Did the prophet tell you to give up your efforts?" He smiled and said, "It's just that it's best not to go to Hogwarts. There is Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France, and that school's heritage is no better than Hogwarts.

Gvoz is bad. Besides, as long as you work hard enough and have a little bit of luck, you can become an outstanding wizard anywhere!"

…

In the end, little Cathy was unable to become a volunteer at St. Mungo's, but was taken to the Black Mansion by Maka.

After the latter sent her there, he immediately left there and hurried to the British Ministry of Magic with the potion bottle containing the strange substance.

But on the way, he kept thinking about what little Cathy said.

To be honest, Maka's heart was not as calm as he showed in front of little Cathy. Especially the so-called "prophet" that he said was true, but he himself was the first to not believe it.

Because he knew very well that the true predictions from the prophets had never been so clear!

Not long after, Maka, who suddenly appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, suddenly shook her head and chuckled to herself:

"No matter who that guy is... in short, this world is getting more and more difficult!"

"Who says it isn't?"

As soon as Maka muttered something softly, someone not far behind him took over and echoed his words.

"However, what needs to be done must be done," the other party then continued, "Maka, some Muggles have been sent to the dungeons and temporarily housed - I told them to tidy up the cells as much as possible.

Be more comfortable.”

"No matter how comfortable it is, it's just like that! We are doing this to save the lives of those Muggles...and of course their families. Follow the emergency and don't worry so much for the time being."

After speaking casually, Maka waved her hand without looking back, and then said:

"Let's go, Kingsley! Take me to see you first before talking about anything else."

There were still as many people in the Ministry of Magic as ever. Even though it was almost noon, the flow of people coming and going was still very dense.

They squeezed into the elevator together with Kingsley, and as the elevator moved and stopped, they waited until all the people who were going upstairs were gone before they could go down to the level of the Department of Mysteries.

The dungeon, however, cannot be reached directly by elevator - they have to walk for a short time in person.

"It seems that you have fully recovered?"

While walking quickly in the corridor, Maka did not forget to carefully check the other party's physical condition.

In fact, due to the newly discovered substance that can lurk in the souls of Muggles, Maka felt the need to check again on people like Kingsley whose souls were burned by the black flames.

"That's right," Kingsley patted his strong chest and said, "I have fully recovered - no, I even feel that it is easier to cast spells now!"

"Oh, this should be a normal phenomenon," Maka nodded, "because after the trauma, your soul has become stronger."

Just like the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse among the three unforgivable curses, the effectiveness of these two spells will decrease as the number of times they are cast on the same object increases.

Thinking back to the time when Kingsley was burned by the black flames and in great pain, this was a test of his mental will. Since he managed to survive for a short period of time, he would naturally gain something.

The two of them chatted while walking through the deserted corridor, and soon went down the stairs to the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic.

When passing the seventh courtroom, Maka sighed slightly with nostalgia - if the old man Dumbledore was still here, she might be a lot more relaxed now.

"Squeak——"

With a slightly harsh sound of the door opening, Maka followed Kingsley into a cell on the other side of the corridor.

In recent years, disasters have occurred frequently, and many incidents have become quite involved. On the contrary, those potential dark wizards who have been causing trouble in the past have become more and more at ease.

Obviously, those guys care about their lives, right?

Therefore, these prisons, which were only used to detain ordinary criminals, are now almost all empty.

"Well... the efficiency is quite high. More than ten have been sent in?"

Maka looked at the iron bed in the large cell, and at a glance she saw a dozen people lying on each other, breathing evenly one after another.

He first walked forward and checked the conditions of their souls one by one, and then fell into deep thought.

Judging from the souls of these Muggles, the gray-black substance is not perfectly hidden in the latent state. If he performs targeted induction, he can still detect some differences from ordinary human souls.

But even so, Maka, who has mastered the rules of the soul, has to carefully check to detect abnormalities, which is enough to prove that Haierbo's method is indeed extraordinary.

After thinking for a moment, Maka nodded slightly and said:

"It's true. These Muggles are potentially dangerous and must be isolated from ordinary Muggles... By the way, before I came here, I went to St. Mungo's to find Mr. Bernthal. He

Several therapists should be sent soon. At that time, the regular care of these Muggles will be left to them, so remember to do a good job of protection."

"No problem." Kingsley nodded immediately.

After these instructions, Maka walked out of the cell with him again and continued to think about how to use these clues obtained from Muggles.

He had a premonition.

Although this clue seems a bit unclear at the moment, if you look in the right direction, it should be able to lead to a very crucial piece of information.

Not long after, Maka and Kingsley got on the elevator again. When the latter noticed that Maka was about to leave after reaching the atrium floor, Kingsley was immediately stunned, and then quickly followed out.

"Maka, are you leaving now?" He pointed upward, "Aren't you going to meet Scrimgeour?"

However, Maka, who was walking in front, turned around when he heard the sound and gave him a subtle expression.

"Actually, I don't mind, but it's a pity that your minister may not want to see me now." He said, "So, even if we want to talk to him, we have to wait until we have concrete results.

Moreover!"

"Then you just leave him idle like this?" Kingsley said softly, jokingly, "If we have harvested something by then, he will be able to sit back and share the credit!"

"Let him divide it!"

Maka waved her hand indifferently, said nothing more, and went straight to the foyer.

To be honest, he really doesn't care about Scrimgeour sitting back and enjoying the harvest, because what that guy can eat is actually quite limited. What's more, it's not easy to get such benefits nowadays. Scrimgeour can grit his teeth and stand by him.

Here, we also need to withstand considerable pressure.

If it had been the same Cornelius Fudge, the entire Ministry of Magic would have been in chaos.

"So, Scrimgeour is fine. The problem now is the International Federation of Wizards. That is quite a force. In order to contain them, Halpo probably did a lot of tricks, right?"

In the foyer, Maka thought about this for a moment, then turned around and walked into a public fireplace and disappeared - you can see that his reaction to the magic flame when using Floo powder is still so scary! (To be continued)