harry potter book of crimes

Something must have been buried at the bottom of the pit at first - I even saw circular prints pressed out on the soil. And that thing has obviously disappeared with Maka..."

"Of course, disappearing together is the strange wizard I just mentioned."

In the reception room of Black's old house, Lupine was describing the entire process to Flitwick and Hagrid, who had just arrived from Hogwarts, as well as certain details of what he had observed.

What is worth mentioning is that this time even Snape came over as a rare occasion.

After listening to Lupin's statement, Flitwick immediately asked:

"What you saw at that time was only a burst of gray light without any spatial distortion. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, that's it," Lu Ping nodded, "That's why I thought it was not a magic item similar to a door key, but something with other functions!"

"Hmm...the gray magic light..."

After receiving Lupine's affirmative answer, Flitwick immediately started talking and fell into deep thought. After a while, he turned his head again and looked at Snape who was silent.

Since arriving here, he has been sitting at the long table, on the chair near the door, and seems to have no intention of joining the discussion at all.

Although several people present have long known that he has such a temper, but if that's the case, why did you come here tonight?

Fortunately, Sirius, who had the least confrontation with Snape today, was not here - he, Kingsley, and Sis took advantage of the night to go outside to investigate the situation around the location where Maka disappeared.

"Severus, what do you think of this 'grey light'?"

"Not sure."

Snape shook his head decisively, and after finishing speaking, he immediately closed his mouth again.

The little Flitwick then turned around, spread his arms towards Lupine, and said calmly:

"There are too few clues, and since it is related to Haierbo, it is probably related to ancient magic - I can only say that it may be related to the soul or space, but I really don't know anything else."

"All right!"

Lupine scratched his scalp, frowned and sighed.

But at this moment, Snape suddenly took the initiative to speak again——

"Don't worry so much," he said calmly, "Maka and Haierbo have not fought each other once or twice. Even if they are caught off guard this time, they will not lose their lives...Alchemy detection equipment Kingsley Did they take them all there? Did you find anything?"

"No," Lupine replied.

"Are there any more of the 'mimetic souls' that Maka used to guide the way?" Snape then asked.

"ah!"

After Snape reminded him, Lupine's eyes suddenly lit up, and a certain idea flashed through his mind.

Obviously, as long as the process that Maka did before is not repeated again, no one knows whether new gains will be discovered - maybe the translucent "balloon" will lead everyone to a certain clue What about going forward?

But soon, the expression on Lu Ping's face seemed to have a hint of helplessness.

"Speaking of which, Maka did have the idea of ​​being prepared at that time. So after he successfully cultivated one, it didn't end there... Now in the underground potion preparation room, the magic circle he left behind The formula is still running, and the second time should be almost there."

At this point, he suddenly shrugged.

"But the problem is, who can understand the kind of magic formation that Maka has developed? Even if I know that the 'mimetic soul' floating in the middle of that formation, I can't put it into perspective.

Get it out?"

Seeing Lupine's slightly exhausted expression, Flitwick, who was standing on the chair, immediately waved his hand and said sharply:

"Don't think so much, anyway, take us there to have a look first!"

"...I won't go."

From the moment they talked about these things about magic theory, Hagrid had been just a bewildered bystander, until now he interjected with some self-knowledge.

However, when Lupine, Flitwick and Snape took a look at Maka's underground potion preparation room, the three of them couldn't help but feel that it was probably not too big for them to come down with Hagrid.

big difference.

"Is this really an extension of the discipline 'Ancient Magical Literature'?"

In the open space in the middle of the potion preparation room, a rune array is slowly emitting a faint blue light, and a large number of various symbols are floating in the ocean of light, one after another.

And right in the center of those symbols, a large sphere was dyed the same color as the surrounding light.

In response to Flitwick's emotion, Snape could only twitch the corner of his mouth with a subtle expression.

"I have carefully read the book compiled by Maka," he said. "If you ask whether this is within the scope of magical literature, my answer is 'yes';... But this is the same as the past Hogg

Whether it has anything to do with Woz's ancient magic literature course, I can only say that it's basically not much relevance."

"Oh?" Flitwick immediately turned around and said, "So...you understand this thing?"

"Tsk," Snape clicked his tongue when he heard this, "There are not so many ancient magic words in that book... Are they Phoenician letters? And that... what the hell

symbol?"

"How about... let's go back up there?" Lu Ping said feebly from the side.

But the next moment, Snape seemed to have thought of something again, and his expression changed again. His brows suddenly relaxed, and then tightened again.

Then, I heard him curl his lips and say:

"As long as we are here in a daze, we might as well invite our 'know-it-all lady' over - maybe she can see something from it."

...

Just when Snape made a rare suggestion to go to Hermione, the latter didn't know that he had been named by the old bat who had always deliberately ignored him.

At this moment, she was on the bed in the dormitory, staring at the bright moon outside the window in trance.

This evening, she used the excuse of going to Professor McGonagall to ask questions and inquired a little about Maka's recent situation.

Of course, even the matter of "asking about Maka's situation" was actually just an excuse. She just wanted to figure out some of Professor McGonagall's thoughts from the expression and attitude when she answered.

"Professor McGonagall, I have been thinking about when I can help Maca - you know, he always does such difficult and dangerous things alone, it is really too hard.

"

I remember what I should have said at that time.

But after that, the reply given by Professor McGonagall seemed nothing special at first glance. It was nothing more than telling myself that as long as she continued to work hard and stick to her heart, she would be able to catch up with Maka.

Immediately afterwards, the other party implicitly praised her for her previous performance in the London disaster.

But now I'm lying in bed and thinking about it quietly, Professor McGonagall's words seem to contain some other emotions, which seem to be...a little apology for Maka.

"Yes, Maka is also a student of Professor McGonagall...and in order for Hogwarts to survive the crisis safely, he didn't even finish school..."

This idea flowed gently in Hermione's heart. While it resonated deeply with Professor McGonagall's mood, the initial temptation finally had a result.

She understood that with Professor McGonagall's love for the students, she would never let everyone take risks unless necessary. If she tried to find the other party for the possibility of leaving school, she would probably only receive a decisive letter on the spot.

's refusal.

"As expected, let's wait until tomorrow and see Neville go out to explore the situation! If there are no big problems, that would be great."

The worst plan is to sneak out through the secret passage - with everyone's current strength, we will definitely be able to help more or less, right?

Pursing her lips, Hermione closed her eyes and finally prepared to fall asleep.

But just over ten minutes later, before she could really fall asleep, the door to the bedroom was suddenly opened silently.

"Miss Granger? Please wake up—"

"Well?"

Hermione opened her eyes again, and when she saw the moonlight coming in from the window, she saw Professor McGonagall in her nightgown appearing beside her bed.

"Oh! Mai——" "Shh."

McGonagall raised her finger to signal Hermione to stop talking, so as not to wake up other students in the same dormitory. Then, she asked Hermione to get dressed, and then went to the common room outside to find her.

Hermione hurriedly put on her clothes with full of doubts, not caring about her curly long hair that was already a mess, picked up her wand and hurriedly walked out the door.

"Professor McGonagall, why are you looking for me so late?"

After grabbing two handfuls of hair randomly, Hermione asked softly.

Mag still seemed to be hesitant, but after pondering for a moment, he still said:

"That's right...First of all, I have to tell you that Maka will definitely be fine, so don't be too anxious no matter what you hear next."

"'Maka will be fine';? What do you mean?"

"Don't worry," McGonagall quickly stretched out her hand and gently put it on Hermione's slightly thin shoulder, "In fact, yesterday afternoon, Maca suddenly disappeared in a certain place..."

With Professor McGonagall's explanation, Hermione finally understood what happened, and what kind of news the owl in the Transfiguration class brought.

Later, she also learned about Snape's proposal at the Black Mansion.

Finally, Magcai continued:

"Professor Flitwick is waiting for you in the hall now. You can go over with him and take a look... Miss Granger, I know you have been working hard and have achieved a lot of results...

We are all proud of you!"

"But please remember, you must be careful in everything and don't take risks to do things beyond your ability. Do you understand?" (To be continued)