harry potter book of crimes

Perhaps, this is what a truly "powerful" person should look like?

Keep moving forward, moving forward, and moving forward again, constantly overcoming obstacles and surpassing yourself. Even if there is a high wall in front of you that is almost a cliff, you can rely on your own strength to regain the confidence to continue climbing.

If you think about it carefully, isn't this the Harry who has been working hard silently?

"Bang!"

Maka held the staff tightly and fought back Harry who rushed towards him again. Then he held the staff again and stared at the figure rising from the ground again...

Maka's chest also rose and fell slightly.

Suddenly, Maka glanced at the wall on the right - there was a huge scar there, which was gradually recovering with unstable distortion.

Yes, that is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the Sword of Gryffindor.

In fact, time has only passed not long ago, but to suppress the opponent without hurting him, this seems a bit reluctant even for Maka today.

As expected, this time, Harry, who was out of control, was surprisingly strong.

Not only is the strength and speed far beyond the previous limits, but Gryffindor's sword, which was originally unremarkable except for its sharpness, also has a special effect that can cut through the flow of magic.

If you don't use magic with sufficient strength, it will just be a matter of swinging one more sword in front of "Harry".

However, even so, Maka's problem is not actually about how to suppress Harry. What he is looking at now is the "other" Harry who is constantly struggling in confusion and madness.

Harry, who had just gotten up, did not immediately rush over again with his sword.

It could be seen from Maka's eyes that Harry was holding the Sword of Gryffindor tightly with both hands at this moment, the muscles all over his body were tense, and his whole body was trembling.

It was as if he was trying his best to suppress something - using his own willpower.

In contrast, Maka, who seems to be more powerful on the surface, always easily buries himself with books, materials, and calculation scripts.

Be it the Scroll of Truth, the Monument of Bewitchment, and of course countless magic books and ancient books written by previous generations... these are all Maka relies on.

Even the ability to perceive magic was only gained after Rowena's trial and Luna's serious injury.

Maka knew that there was nothing wrong with relying on the wisdom of his predecessors. After all, his efforts were well known. But compared with the current Harry, he was always missing something that only belonged to him.

yes!

In fact, Maka McClain has never been "powerful". Isn't this something she has already understood?

"Hang on, Harry."

Maka punched the staff on the floor, looked at Harry who was still trying to catch himself and said:

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore is right - I need your help!"

As if he heard Maka's words, Harry, with red eyes and bulging veins, suddenly raised his head, and the Gryffindor sword in his hand began to glow with a hazy luster.

Seeing this, Maka couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"It doesn't matter, just go ahead! As long as you can persist, I will fight you back no matter how many times - who called me 'Maka McClain'?"

For Harry, Maka is undoubtedly his eternal goal. And precisely because Maka also knows this, at this moment, he must play this role well.

"Bang!"

The moment Harry rushed towards the ground dragging his sword, Maka leaned forward and disappeared from the spot, followed by Harry and immediately flew back.

Again, again, and again... Since the speed of the two of them was faster than the other, the fighting time was actually not long, but they could steadily overwhelm Harry in this way frequently, which also put a heavy load on Maka.

Quite big.

But there is no other way. If you want not to hurt Harry, this is probably the most suitable choice.

"Bang!"

"Keep on holding on! Don't worry about what's in front of you, all you have to do is focus on finding yourself, and leave everything else to me!"

Suddenly, Harry stood still again after getting up. His body was sometimes ready to move, sometimes relaxed slightly, and changed again and again until finally, he stood there holding the sword.

"Oh! Okay, okay... I'm exhausted! Dumbledore, Maclean, listen, don't call me again if you ever do something like this again!"

Maka looked at the Sorting Hat that had been clinging to Harry's head from the beginning. After saying this, it fell softly to the floor with a "snap", and then she realized that Harry had indeed passed away.

Passed the most difficult stage.

Yes, this extremely determined boy finally managed to survive.

"Dumbledore, we succeeded! Next, we just need to wait for him to walk the last part of the journey -"

He hurriedly turned around and looked towards where the white shadow had been.

It's a pity that the figure completely disappeared at some point, leaving only the closed old book lying alone on the stool.

…

The next day, Maka did not go out, but chose to stay in the room and continue to study the long-destroyed magic stone.

As a result, the windbreaker wizard naturally had no reason to leave Hogwarts.

"Mr. Maclean, then I...will go to class with Hermione and the others today?"

At the door of the room, she stood there and asked Maka softly.

"Well," Maka turned her head slightly and smiled, "That's good - ah, are you asking for my opinion? In fact, there is no need for this..."

"Okay." The windbreaker wizard nodded immediately, "Then, I'm going over right now...I'll bring you breakfast."

After carefully closing the door, she stood at the door for a while, then turned and walked towards the auditorium. As for what she was thinking in front of Maka's door, no one knew.

Not long after, she went from the auxiliary castle to the foyer of the main castle, and walked through the side door into the auditorium.

"Come on! This way, this way!"

When the windbreaker heard the voice, she immediately turned to look at the old seats at the Gryffindor table. Then she saw Luna sitting next to Hermione, waving happily to her side.

Woolen cloth!

Speaking of which, Luna often hangs out with Gryffindor recently, but she seems to have no sense of disobedience. Even the Ravenclaw classmates don't seem to feel anything strange.

Seeing this, the windbreaker wizard had no choice but to walk over despite Luna's repeated calls.

"Ahem... Good morning, everyone."

"Oh, good morning!" Luna dragged her hand and asked her to sit on the empty seat next to her, "This is reserved for you, just sit here!"

Ron, who was opposite, heard her say this and couldn't help but whisper:

"Luna, I think you should just transfer to Gryffindor."

"Shut up and eat your sausage!" Hermione on the other side heard the sound and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

After habitually scolding Ron, Hermione looked at the windbreaker wizard again and asked:

"Where's Maka? He didn't come with you?"

Seeing Hermione asking about Maka, the windbreaker wizard who had just picked up his fork couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"Oh, Mr. MacLean is still busy studying the magic stone," she said. "As for breakfast, I will send it to him later."

"Then Maka isn't planning to go out today?" Luna immediately tilted her head and thought, "In that case...can I go there with you later?"

"Luna!" Hermione hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Don't go - since Maka wants to do research, we'd better let him finish it quietly. Going there will delay the matter at hand.

"

"Really?" Luna blinked and nodded, "Okay then... Originally, I wanted Maka to see my new magic spell!"

"New spell?"

Luna's words attracted everyone's attention at that time.

You must know that developing magic spells is not something that ordinary wizards can do. It requires talent and opportunity, and sometimes the level of danger is really high.

As for the last point, just think about Luna's mother.

"What spell?" Hermione asked hurriedly, "What is it used for? What formula is used in it? How is its specific practicality?"

Listening to Hermione's series of questions, Luna couldn't help but touch her cheek, her face looking a little confused.

There was no way, there were so many questions, she didn't even know which one she should answer from.

At this moment, there was a sudden flapping of wings outside the auditorium door - it was the owls coming with today's letters and packages!

"It's not very powerful, but it's quite interesting," Luna said with great interest, "You'll know after watching it!"

Before he finished speaking, a large group of owls flew in from outside the door. They flew past the door of the auditorium with the sound of wind, and each flew over the four long tables.

Needless to say, there were certainly many people coming to the Gryffindor table.

As soon as Luna saw it, she hurriedly took out her wand and raised her hand to throw it into the air without any scruples.

"Thump thump to the ground!"

As she softly recited the slightly strange incantation, an invisible wave spread from the tip of the staff and rushed toward the group of owls on the long table.

And at the next moment, the owls that flew near her seemed to have lost control of their bodies, and they fell to the table, smashing a lot of pies, corn kernels, oatmeal, etc. into the air.

.

"Floating into the sky!"

Fortunately, Hermione's reaction was very quick.

Almost at the same time as the owls landed, she hurriedly cast the floating spell. Although she failed to catch those poor owls, she was able to control the flying food in mid-air.

Then, everyone watched in horror as the owls climbed up from the table without any damage, but they all staggered around like they were drunk, and some even fell into the milk jug.

"Look! Isn't it interesting?" Luna laughed and said. (To be continued)