harry potter book of crimes

It’s another day, passing quietly amid the busyness of people.

As the sky gets darker again and again, most of the Muggles and wizards who have worked hard all day have left their workplaces, either going to the bar to have a drink to clear away the fatigue of the whole day, or returning home to spend time with their wives.

Children enjoy the warmth of family affection.

But, of course, there are always some people who don’t start getting busy until nightfall.

For example, the security guards on night shift, the remedial teachers at night schools, the Aurors who are still bringing problematic Muggles back to the Ministry of Magic in batches...

For example, the ancient dark wizard who has disappeared from the public again, our Mr. Haierbo.

It was just dark that day, in a small street park in a small town in the eastern suburbs of London.

During the day, this park is actually quite popular with nearby children - there are many facilities for children to play such as slides, seesaws, etc., as well as green trees and lawns that sprout new leaves as the weather gets warmer.

But once it's nighttime, these things that seem so vibrant during the day will somehow become gloomy in the dark night.

Occasionally, if someone passes by the park, they will most likely be quickened by the eerie darkness and silence, making them want to run over in the blink of an eye.

And on today's moonless night, in this small park where almost no one comes at night, a certain black shadow appeared in the open space in the middle of it without knowing when.

rustle.

Faintly, a subtle friction sound came from the ground... The air in the park became restless.

And it was at this moment that the figure suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Although it was a cloudy night, and no matter how much he looked at it, it would only be pitch black, but that person seemed to be able to see through everything and let his gaze flow freely.

The ground was thrown high into the sky.

The slight rustling sound continued, coming from under his feet. Not only that, the ground beneath him even shook slightly without realizing it.

A few seconds passed, and it was probably the scheduled time, but the figure suddenly raised his right foot, and while maintaining the posture of looking up, he suddenly stepped down!

"Bang."

He didn't use much force, it was just like an ordinary person stomping his foot. But somehow, the moment his foot landed steadily, the ground where he was standing actually arched upward.

In an instant, there was a slightly convex round stone plate there - it seemed to grow directly from the ground, natural and wonderful.

However, after completing such a stone platform, the man stopped moving.

Three minutes passed...Five minutes passed...Ten minutes passed. If anyone was watching, they might have become impatient, but the figure standing on the stone platform in the open space still stood still as before.

Nearly twenty minutes passed quietly, and the man finally seemed to feel something, and suddenly waved his right hand hanging by his side to somewhere on the stone platform at his feet.

"Chi——"

A short scratching sound suddenly sounded, and a short mark suddenly appeared on the edge of the stone platform.

This chirping sound was like a signal before a violent storm. In the next few dozen seconds, you could see the man waving his hands rapidly, leaving short or long, straight or curved scratches.

The surface of the stone platform increased rapidly.

When the figure changed from moving to stillness again, there was already an exquisite and mysterious ancient formation on the entire circular stone plate.

After finishing all this, the figure looked away from the sky, lowered his head and looked at the magic circle he had carved for a while.

Not long after, I saw him lightly stamp his foot again, and the earth suddenly surged silently, gradually swallowing the round stone plate deep into the ground.

Soon, the place returned to its original appearance, and the ground was flat, with no trace of the strange situation that had just occurred.

"Young man, if you don't figure out the situation quickly, it will be too late."

After saying this in the direction of downtown London, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared with extremely weak spatial fluctuations.

...

At about the same time, in the western suburbs of London, which was an entire distance away from where Herbo left, another figure was walking silently on a certain street.

Occasionally, a gust of night breeze blew by, causing the man, like other Muggles on the street, to wrap his loose windbreaker a little tighter.

Even though spring is approaching, the nights are still a bit cool.

Obviously, this is the mysterious wizard who secretly watched James perform his mission during the day, and is also the "false prophet" who has repeatedly attracted Maka's attention.

As he said before - those murders may indeed have been committed by Haierbo, but the disappearances that are closely linked to the bizarre murders seem to have been done by this person.

As for why exactly we do that...

No matter how you think about it, it seems to be a reminder to the Ministry of Magic... No, it should be a deliberate reminder to Maka. No matter why this person didn't tell Maka directly instead of going around to give guidance, this is

It's a help to Maca.

Now, since Maka has discovered the anomaly in the Muggle murder case, there is no need to waste time and effort to create disappearances.

"Ahem, it should be around here, I remember——"

It was still a slightly difficult cough, and it was still a slightly hoarse thin voice. The figure walking slowly along the street paused for a moment, and its eyes wandered between the surrounding buildings, obviously looking for something.

.

But after a moment, the sight turned to the block further ahead again.

The night gradually becomes darker and darker. The light of the street lamp cannot dispel the darkness in the distance, so that wherever the eyes can see, there is boundless drowsiness.

The muggles who were hurrying under the night couldn't help but speed up their pace again, rushing towards their destinations. Only that figure walked and stopped, and there was an invisible feeling of being out of place.

.

I don’t know how long I have been wandering around this neighborhood.

In short, as we walked, the night got deeper and deeper, and the people on the street finally disappeared. At about that time, the figure wrapped in a windbreaker stopped for an unknown number of times.

But this time, it seemed that he had finally found his target.

It was a three-story single-family house with a small garden near the street.

Just standing on the street and looking over the black fence, the large trees with lush foliage and neatly trimmed bushes all come into view. Even in the darkness, you can still see the owner's love for this garden front yard.

Take good care of.

It's a pity that the guest visiting tonight is not here to enjoy the gardening scenery.

"Black iron fence, dense trees, three-story house, cough cough cough... this should be it."

After a brief check, he saw the windbreaker wizard opening the fence door.

Although there was a clean stone path in the front yard, the uninvited guest turned a blind eye and walked across the lawn to the flowerbed.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his wand and pointed at the flower bed full of buds and buds. Following a surge, large swaths of flower saplings and soil were mercilessly turned aside.

It didn't take long for the originally nice flowerbed to turn into a big pit, but the instigator seemed to be unsatisfied, as the soil at the bottom was still being dug up.

About ten minutes later, a series of coughing and wheezing stopped the delivery of magic power. Until this moment, there was still nothing found at the bottom of the pit except dirt and gravel.

When the coughing gradually subsided, the figure grabbed the front of his clothes and waved the wand again while breathing heavily.

This time, the soil that was turned up was filled back in again, but the flower seedlings did not return to their original state. A flowerbed that was originally full of vitality was now only bare flat ground.

"Huh...ahem..."

He quietly retracted his wand, and the eyes under the brim of his hat silently passed over the soil of the flower garden. After pouting and shaking his head, the figure turned around again and walked back to the street along the path he came from.

Apart from the sound of coughing, there wasn't much noise caused by what I just did, so there was no risk of being discovered. However, not finding anything meant that all the hard work was in vain.

"Ahem...did you remember something wrong?"

After lingering on the garden for a few more seconds, the figure standing under the streetlight turned back and looked forward again.

There is no doubt that this is just a small corner around London. Just like no one noticed the appearance of Haierbo in the eastern suburbs, no one has ever seen the whereabouts of this mysterious wizard.

As the night dew fell heavily, the retreating figure revealed a hint of meaningful loneliness.

...

An absolute enemy is busy, and another person who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend is also busy. If this is the case, how can Maka be idle?

In the underground potion preparation room of Blake's old house, a faint blue light has replaced the darkness, filling the entire room.

And in the blue magic light, the floating magic words rotated gently, surrounding a group of gray-black matter that continued to shrink and expand.

Maka stood quietly, holding the staff in his left hand, and recording some important information he observed on the hanging notebook in his right hand.

After this period of research, he can confirm that this special substance is also a product of the rules of the soul... Well, to be more precise, it is a product born from the soul through the action of rules.

It is precisely because of this that it can be almost perfectly hidden in the human soul, so much so that even if Maca wants to discover it, it will take a lot of effort.

So, what is the purpose of this back-up that Haierbo took such pains to retain?

Maybe he has more than one purpose, but Maka knows that one of them is probably to kill people. To kill the people around him with the hands of Muggles, and then... I'm afraid it's to steal their souls.

But what about other than that? (To be continued)