harry potter book of crimes

In Higgs' potions workshop, the lights were still dim.

The thick liquid in the crucible was boiling continuously, and wisps of mist rose up as the bubbles burst, filling the preparation room.

The house elves lined up around the two long tables were still working hard and without complaint. They were like one Muggle machine after another, bottling, labeling, and placing the potions. No one dared to do it.

Superfluous actions.

Yes, as long as there is work to do, house elves don't need to rest - even they themselves probably think so.

But of course... Ms. Higgs doesn't seem to need a break either.

"Ding--"

She gently tapped the glass stirring spoon on the edge of the crucible, shaking the dark green liquid hanging on it back into the pot. Then she carefully placed the stirring spoon into the cleaning pool aside.

And with her slight knock, and the crisp knocking sound, a peculiar smell suddenly floated up from the crucible that had just been stirred.

To be honest, the smell is not very pleasant. It always reminds people of the sour smell of vomit - by the way, it is also the kind that has just been boiled!

But now Ms. Higgs leaned forward slightly, leaned into the rich smoke, and took a deep, intoxicating breath.

However, things that smell bad still smell bad after all.

Even though Higgs put on such an obsessed expression when she came closer, after actually inhaling the mist into her nasal cavity, she still had to choke loudly while suppressing the surge in her throat.

.

Obviously, what she likes is not the smell at all, but the potion itself.

"Cough cough cough... finally, cough cough... finally," Higgs was still coughing, but that didn't stop her from sighing, "Finally the preparation was successful! So next..."

Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, an inexplicable cracking sound suddenly came from the crucible. The movement was not big, but the smile on Higgs' face suddenly froze.

"Oh no--"

The moment she widened her eyes and let out a low cry, the same explosion sound as last time suddenly spread throughout the room, once again making the house elves tremble in fright.

In fact, this was not an explosion, because even the silver crucible did not explode.

On the contrary, at this time, the liquid medicine that was originally boiling solidified in an instant, and no longer had any liquid characteristics.

"Tuk-tuk."

Just as Higgs punched the table in annoyance, two polite knocks suddenly came from the door, which made her stunned.

On weekdays, except for a few purchasers from other pure-blood families, basically no one would come to her place. Today is not the day to pick up goods, so why do people keep coming?

"Go and find out your identity, and send away the unimportant ones as soon as possible!"

Because she had just failed to prepare the potion, Ms. Higgs was obviously in a bad mood. After waving her hand and ordering the house elf to go out and check, she picked up her wand and tapped the crucible, directly draining the potion that had lost its effectiveness.

Empty.

"As ordered, Rice will go right away——"

"No."

Quietly, the entire back door of the workshop suddenly disappeared out of thin air, revealing four figures standing behind the door. Although the one in the lead was not very tall, the aura that spread out suddenly became clear.

Higgs was shocked.

"Hello, Ms. Higgs! Maybe you know me, but that doesn't mean I can omit introducing myself - it would be too rude of you."

Before he finished speaking, Higgs saw the other party take a step in, nodded slightly and said in greeting:

"Maka McClane, Hogwarts...Oh, I'm sorry! It seems that I can no longer call myself a professor for the time being."

Higgs didn't seem to know how to answer this sentence for a while. After a bit of hesitation, she simply put aside Maka's strange self-introduction.

"Mr. MacLean," she said dryly with a sullen face, "although... although I feel very honored that you can come to my potion workshop as a guest, you should at least inform me in advance.

Just a shout?"

Maka McLean, a young wizard who has grown up rapidly like a legend.

His appearance not only caused the two generations of Dark Lords to fall at Hogwarts at the same time, but even the current ancient dark wizard Helbo had to hide his whereabouts due to continuous setbacks.

At the moment, even those big families with rich heritage can only choose to wait and watch silently, so how can Higgs dare to speak in a low voice?

"Well, it's true that I didn't think it through," Maka nodded and said with a chuckle, "But I've come here, there's no reason to go back like this, right?"

After saying this, I saw that he didn't mean to be polite at all, and walked slowly towards the potion preparation table where Higgs was.

As he walked, he continued:

"As you can see, it's me who plans to place the long-term order, and Mr. Lu Ping and the others are just selecting the leaders of the cooperative workshops for me."

Watching Maka gradually approach her, Higgs couldn't help but feel an invisible pressure. This pressure was not caused by Maka's deliberate exertion, but because she suddenly felt a little flustered.

But the moment Maka walked to the potion preparation table, the moment Higgs couldn't help but want to take a step back to relieve the pressure, Maka quickly turned around.

"Lupin, Dunge, Sirius - you guys come in quickly!" He called to the door, "Hurry up, I have to return the door to the workshop!"

When Lupine and the other three followed suit and walked in, Maka waved her backhand - the door that had disappeared before suddenly reappeared intact on the door frame, as if it had never been there.

It just disappeared.

Across from the potion preparation table, while Higgs was still surprised by Maka's bare hands, Maka spoke again.

"Oh, what is this...it looks scary?"

Hearing the sound, Higgs quickly turned his gaze away from the back door of the workshop, and then fell into Maka's hands again.

It's the parchment with scrawled writing on it!

Perhaps at the moment when Higgs' attention was directed to the back door, the parchment that was originally stuffed in an inconspicuous corner of the table suddenly ran into Maka's hands.

Upon discovering this, Higgs's eyes immediately changed continuously.

If you observe carefully at this time, you can find that Higgs's expression suddenly changed from surprised to fierce, and after a slight hesitation, it turned into some kind of lucky silence.

However, the reasons for her chaotic and rapid change of mood are probably only known to her.

At the same time, Maka on the other side didn't seem to care about the other person's expression at all. She just raised her eyebrows slightly and read the contents on the parchment from beginning to end.

In the end, he first said to Mundungus who had just come behind him:

"Sorry, Dunge! I thought it must be your poor memory that made the mistake. Who knows... Well, I did blame you wrongly this time!"

"That's right!" Mundungus said proudly at that time, "I don't dare to say anything else, but I am pretty reliable at remembering things!"

Seeing Maka clearly holding a piece of parchment with an unusual content in her hand, but instead turning around to joke with her companions, Higgs couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly uneasily.

In fact, from the moment Macca McClain appeared, he completely controlled the entire scene and the rhythm of the dialogue.

As for Higgs, the owner of the magic workshop, he became the one who was led by the nose.

Now, will she continue to remain silent?

In fact, based on all the information and rumors she knew about Maka McClain, if she had not shown hostility first, the other party would probably not have done anything drastic.

Of course, the key to the problem now is still on the parchment - how will McClane react to it?

Damn it, if I had known earlier, I should have postponed the trial production of that magic potion at night... But how could she have thought that this guy who had never had any contact with her life would unexpectedly break into her magic...

Come to the medicine shop!

"I didn't kill anyone!" Higgs finally couldn't help but said, "I promise!"

"You haven't had time to kill yet, right?"

Maka glanced at her casually, and then raised her hand. Immediately, Higgs saw that the mixing spoon he had just put into the cleaning pool floated on its own, and flew lightly to the

in front of the other party.

"Hmm..." Maka came up to smell the residue on it, and quickly said, "Look, the stirring speed was not controlled accurately enough, and the demon-repelling reaction lasted too long, so the liquid congealed.

.And the most basic potion hasn’t been made yet, so naturally you can’t take the next step, right?”

Having said this, he suddenly placed the piece of parchment in front of Higgs' eyes and shook it, then pointed to the next steps above and asked further questions:

"He asked you to kill, so you went to kill...Where are the dignity and pride of your pure-blood family? Where have they gone?"

And right at the position that Maka was pointing at, the various killing methods looked particularly cruel, and I am afraid that anyone who saw them would be frightened.

Across from the potion preparation table, Higgs shook his head immediately after hearing this:

"'He'? No, who are you talking about... This ancient magic ritual was just something I bought from the black market. I, I'm serious!" (To be continued)