harry potter book of crimes

In the end, Hermione couldn't talk to the mysterious windbreaker wizard for too long.

Maybe it was because the other party didn't want to say anything more, or maybe it was because the two of them had no common language to establish the conversation. Until the end of lunch time, Hermione could no longer find the meaning in the fragmented and simple response of the windbreaker wizard.

Some useful words and phrases.

Except for the first sentence, the other party's wavering was revealed when he mentioned Maka.

Half an hour after lunch, Maka sat on the high bleachers of the Quidditch field, watching Hermione doing flying exercises on the field while enjoying the moment of tranquility brought by the warm spring equinox.

Of course, the windbreaker wizard who was accustomed to following him also took a seat behind him at this moment.

"call--"

Looking at Hermione's figure that seemed to be showing off at high speed passing by the stands, Maka couldn't help but smile. The more times like this, the more he hoped that days like this could last forever.

continue.

It's a pity that some people may not agree with his ideas.

"...Do you like this season?"

Suddenly, Maka asked casually, and what he asked was naturally the "new friend" sitting in the back, staring at the back of his head.

However, he soon heard the other party's answer - although it might be slightly different from the answer he expected.

"I have no idea."

"Really?" Maka nodded, "At least I like it very much... I have always liked early spring, especially the sunny morning. I would sit on the roof outside the window, blowing the sea breeze and looking at the sea and

The place where the sky meets...that can make me forget a lot of unpleasant things."

"I don't hate the sea."

While he was on the way, he suddenly heard the windbreaker wizard behind him interject.

Although his subsequent words were interrupted, Maka didn't take it seriously. Instead, he put down some memories in his heart and said with a little curiosity:

"In that case, why didn't I see you walking around the beach when I was on the island before?"

Hearing this, the other party seemed to be silent for a moment, and then said after a few seconds:

"Maybe it's because I've seen enough of it a long time ago? Besides, I just don't hate it. I can't say I like it very much."

Naturally, Maka would not understand such nonsense, but this would not prevent him from being an ordinary listener.

After all, the so-called listener sometimes does not need to know too much, he just needs to be responsible for listening.

Not long after, when the two of them were talking aimlessly, Hermione, who had practiced several rounds on the court, made a quick turn and landed lightly on top of the stands.

"take a break?"

Maka raised her head slightly and narrowed her eyes to block the somewhat dazzling midday sun.

Hermione, who was riding on the broomstick, heard this and shook her head.

"No... I just want to ask, when will the things outside be completely over?"

When she heard her asking, Maka couldn't help but smile slightly. Asking questions like this that she knew had no answer was not Miss Granger's usual style - it was a bit like making excuses.

"Solve it as quickly as possible!" He said, then suddenly said, "Hermione, do you need me to practice with you for a while? I think you must know that Quidditch is a team sport, even if the seeker

It also requires cooperation.”

If in the past, Maka had offered to be a sparring partner, this might have been something Hermione had dreamed of. Even if she didn't like Quidditch that much at the time, she would have picked up the broom and followed Maka into the sky.

But today, Hermione unexpectedly shook her head again, with a hint of determination on her face.

"No, no need."

And then, Maka saw that she seemed to be hiding something. She pulled up the broom handle and turned around to fly high into the sky. Soon, only a small figure disappeared.

"That's Miss Granger, right?" said the windbreaker wizard behind her, "I think she must be hiding a lot of things in her heart."

Maka was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said to herself:

"Actually, everyone's heart is complicated, and they also have things they can't tell others. Especially when the goals in their hearts are entangled with their hesitation."

"Hesitation can be eliminated, right? Maybe, if you go, she will tell you."

"Well, maybe that's the case."

Maka unexpectedly affirmed the words of the person behind her.

"However," he added, "Although this is probably just my 'arrogance', I still have to say - Hermione Granger is a strong girl, and no one has the right to restrain her, not even the

It’s not okay to use caring as an excuse.”

At this point, he paused slightly.

"Of course, proper care is also necessary. After all, everyone gets tired sometimes - it was she and another girl who told me this at the beginning."

Thinking of the "three-sided interview" in the Hogwarts library, Maka had a little headache.

After hearing what Maka said, the windbreaker wizard sitting in the back couldn't help but secretly pursed his lips.

"'No one has the right to restrain her'...?"

After being speechless for a long time, the other party looked at the outline of his back and thought silently:

"...It is his respect for others that allows me to sit here peacefully without worrying about exposing my identity!"

Maka is definitely not what people often call a "good person", because even for the despicable Haierbo, he never thinks that what the other person does is wrong;

But he is definitely not a bad person. After all, even when he was treating a stubborn girl as a child, he always had respect in his heart.

"What an awkward guy."

…

When Maka and the windbreaker wizard left, it was Hermione who came to see them off.

But at a certain moment while walking on the front lawn to the school gate, Maka suddenly turned her head and saw the faint golden color far above the astronomy tower.

Under the sunlight, it reflected a dazzling brilliance...

A few days later, Maka returned to school again, but this time he was no longer just two people.

That day, he, old Victor, the old bishop, and a big guy wrapped in a huge canvas came to the hillside near the school gate. Of course, the windbreaker wizard followed him quietly, saying nothing.

did it and said nothing.

After Maka waved her staff and placed the tall object, which was close to a house, on the grass on the hillside, the old bishop asked the Muggle manpower sent by the Queen of England to follow and arrived in a transport helicopter.

It seemed that Maka had really put in a lot of effort in order to deal with the big rock that was about to fall to the ground.

This time, temporarily returning to Hogwarts Castle is a meaningful thing for Maka. The only regret is that he can't go back to his original office, and now he can only live with his colleagues

A few people stayed together in the guest room located in the deputy castle.

As for the Muggles outside, although I felt a little sorry, I had no choice but to set up tents and sleep in sleeping bags.

"At least it won't be too cold at night these days."

After dinner that day, Maka finally reunited with his "old classmates", and everyone simply sat huddled together on the long table in the auditorium.

Right now, he was playing the wizard war chess game he invented with Ron.

"Fire Dragon, H enters H7 - Ron, don't just think about gathering the main force to attack the castle, the overall situation is much more important than the local part."

"Giant, D9 advances four squares!" Ron pointed at the chessboard and said, "Hey, Maka, I won't be fooled by you... You think the power in the middle of me is too strong, and you are afraid that I will directly break through your defense.

Bar?"

"Really?" Maka then glanced at him secretly, "I will tell you today with facts, the power of wizards can be very great - wizards, G0 to H0!"

"What? Do you want to use a wizard to break through my castle?" Ron shouted immediately, "How is this possible? Have you forgotten that it takes three rounds for a wizard to attack?"

When Maka heard this, she immediately smiled proudly.

"There is no need to continue this game," he said. "Calculate for yourself, within three rounds, how many non-combat chess pieces can you return to the castle gate?"

"Well……"

While Ron kept counting the steps, the little wizards around him laughed inexplicably.

"Okay, okay," Maka waved her hand and said, "This is your most promising set, but unfortunately, the three-game losing streak has been decided - go back to do your homework!"

Anyway, he was a professor not long ago, and he didn't let everyone get together and make noise for too long. After driving everyone in the auditorium back to the common room, he turned around and walked out of the auditorium door.

.

Because among the people who did not come to the auditorium just now to gather for fun, there were also Luna and Hermione.

Maka learned from Charlotte that Luna and Hermione usually practice Quidditch in two periods every day, one long and one short.

If Hermione was in the afternoon before class, Luna would be in the afternoon after school, and then the two of them would go to occupy the entire venue together after having dinner and finishing their homework.

Not long after, Maka arrived outside the Quidditch pitch covered in stars, and then he saw two figures chasing each other in the sky.

Under the cover of night, it was actually not very clear. Only when the moon poked its head out from behind the clouds could the silhouette of the two people flying rapidly be seen more clearly.

"Why don't you go up and fly for a while?"

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice not far away from him. This time it was not the windbreaker wizard who had been following him everywhere recently, but Charlotte, who often came quietly to watch Quidditch practice.

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"Forget it!" Maka said without looking back, as if she had known about her arrival for a long time, "I think they don't necessarily want me to disturb them now!"

But, how long can such days last? (To be continued)