harry potter book of crimes

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was just trying to match the atmosphere... If I scared you all, please allow me to apologize here!"

Maka took her hand back and shook it, looking at the panic-stricken look of everyone in the Flint family with a half-smile, and did not continue talking for the time being.

He knew that there was no need to push the other party too hard right now, he had to let these people relax for a while.

In fact, it was not just the Flint family who were frightened by his sudden intimidation. Faced with the terrifying death curse, even genuine dark wizards would be frightened, let alone those outside who only dared to act in the dark.

An ordinary pure-blood family teetering on the edge of magic.

"It's really terrible...my heart almost jumped out of my throat just now! At that moment, I thought I saw the Dark Lord!"

"Which Dark Lord are you referring to?"

"Uh...I don't know, Voldemort, right? And I don't know Grindelwald..."

"Do you know Voldemort? Hey, is it possible that you were a Death Eater before?"

"Shhh - don't be so loud! That was all a long time ago... Now I am just an ordinary wizard who supports the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, do you understand? Do you understand?"

"No need to repeat it again, I heard it! But you want me to see..."

Among the group of wizards who were secretly peeking in the direction of the villa, similar conversations happened one after another.

And just as the two wizards who gathered together said, just now many people really thought that Maka's death curse would really be released. Especially when Mrs. Flint was frightened and fell down.

At that moment, some people even subconsciously thought that Maka had changed the death curse that cast the green power arc into a more terrifying invisible curse.

Just as the two were wondering whether Maka was more like Voldemort or Grindelwald, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them, interrupting their argument.

"Knott, Gabe, stop talking nonsense here! Even those two Dark Lords combined cannot match the power of McClane. This is already a well-known thing!"

"Oh! Lucius?"

Yes, the person who appeared behind them at this moment was none other than Lucius Malfoy, who had just rushed from home. Beside him, his son Draco was also following him, and he seemed to be older than his father Lucius Malfoy.

Hughes needs to be more calm.

The wizard named Nott was obviously familiar with Lucius. As he had let out when he was talking to the friend named "Gabe" next to him, he was also a Death Eater under Voldemort.

And back then, Lucius was naturally one of them.

Unfortunately, for Lucius, these are old memories that need to be abandoned.

"Nott, considering that you helped me a lot in the early years, I advise you to make a choice as soon as possible! Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you in the future."

Although this sentence sounded like it was said to that Nott, the voice was not quiet, and many people around him probably heard it. After leaving such a sentence, Lucius took his son and went straight

He left this group of people and quickly walked across the lawn in front of Flint Manor to the vicinity of Maka and his party.

"Miss Parkinson, why didn't you go back and inform us after you found Mr. MacLean? We have been waiting for you at home for a long time!"

Lucius actually wanted to say this, because in this way, he could follow the topic and lead to the reason why the father and son were late.

As mentioned before, Lucius was already guessing whether Maka wanted to show up in person, so he didn't take his son and Pansy to the Flint house first, so as not to steal Maka's limelight.

Now, it is naturally time to let Maka know about his "good intentions".

However, as early as when she decided to bring Pansy and the little boy Moser here, Maka had thought of Lucius's unnecessary thoughts.

"coming?"

Before the other party could speak, Maka waved her hand casually and said:

"We'll talk about it later if we have something to do. Just wait here for a while!"

After that, he saw that the fallen Mrs. Flint inside the gate had stood up again with the help of the servants, and then he extended his hand to invite the Ministry of Magic personnel who had been standing beside him silently since just now.

"Guys, you can start your work!"

"OK."

When the wizards saw this, they couldn't help but nodded to Maka, and then walked towards the iron gate of Flint Mansion. Soon, they saw the leading male wizard taking the suitcase out of his hand.

He pulled out a roll of parchment, spread it out and showed it through the door.

"Wareham Ogden, member of the Wizengamot Inquisition - After investigation, we have reason to believe that the suspect who previously disappeared from the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic is now in your Flint family. In order to get rid of the suspicion of harboring criminals as soon as possible,

Please also open the door and cooperate with us to conduct a detailed search of your residence!"

Having said this, he shook the parchment in his hand and said seriously:

"This is an emergency search warrant signed by the current Minister of Magic, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour. If necessary, you can come and verify the authenticity."

"Mr. MacLean?" "You——"

As soon as Ogden finished speaking, Maka saw Pansy and the Mosel kid suddenly turning their heads, staring at him with wide eyes and looking at him in astonishment.

Especially the latter. It can be said that Moser was brought up by Iluli. Now when he heard that he actually wanted to arrest someone, he immediately felt angry.

"You are indeed not a good person!"

"Huh? Who told you that I am a good person?"

Maka shrugged, then patted his shoulder and whispered:

"This is just a ploy, understand? Don't worry... you can just watch here and don't say anything! Besides, do you think your mother will be willing to let people search your house?"

Although this kid Moser is a little stubborn, he is not a fool. Although he is still a little doubtful, he also knows that even if he disagrees, there is nothing he can do now, so he might as well watch quietly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

"That's not my home!"

"Hey, that's not okay!" Maka then chuckled and said meaningfully, "You have to remember that your surname is Flint...it was your mother who made the mistake, and the surname is innocent!"

On the side, Panxi naturally reacted quickly and secretly said that she was a little concerned and confused, but she didn't even understand such a simple thing.

McClain obviously just needs an excuse.

And just when Maka casually comforted Mosel, the Flint family finally took action. Indeed, as he expected, Mrs. Flint obviously did not want to let the Ministry of Magic investigators enter the door.

For these pure-blood families who have tried to be above the law in the past, their families must have hidden some secrets that cannot be brought to light. And how many of them are related to black magic?

Not to mention.

However, the other party couldn't express their rejection too openly. After all, Maka was standing there with eager eyes, waiting for the Flint family to make mistakes!

"No...what kind of suspect is this? How could there be any suspect in our Flint family? What's more, even if it is a Wizengamot resolution, it requires the consent of half of the members to take action against our family! You are a member of the interrogation bench.

, it should be clear that our Flint family also has a seat as a convenor!"

Mrs. Flint was a little flustered, but her thoughts were not so confused. While trying her best to prevent the search warrant from taking effect, she was also searching for a breakthrough to solve today's disaster.

But outside the iron gate, the Ogden interrogator immediately shook his head.

"Mrs. Flint, I don't understand what you mean by 'hands-on'... This is just a search operation that complies with regulations. Please don't get me wrong. As for what you mean by 'half of the members agree'

, I think that refers to the removal of the Wizengamot seat, right? This cannot be confused with the search!"

After sorting out the other person's words with such "kindness", Ogden continued:

"So, Mrs. Flint, please open the door! Otherwise, I have to think that the Flint family is deliberately refusing to search and intending to oppose the current decision of the Ministry of Magic?"

Mrs. Flint really didn't know what excuse to use this time.

To be honest, if Maka hadn't been here today, she would have been able to fool her with her past unreasonableness. Because in the increasingly mixed Wizengamot, no matter whether other pure-blood families hated her or not, the Flint family didn't.

They would all take care of her in the name of having a seat at the table.

On the Wizengamot Deliberation Panel, every seat is very valuable, and sometimes one or two votes can determine the final success or failure of a certain issue.

You know, the review panel has long been no longer a pure-blood world.

But today, it was Maka who came forward. No matter how courageous those pure-blood families were, they would not dare to support the Flint family.

They have all seen it before. This MacLean is not like Dumbledore back then. He was even more ruthless than the Dark Wizard. Back then, he could even do things like send himself to Azkaban.

come out!

Of course Mrs. Flint also knew about these situations, so she didn't even dare to lose her temper at all, for fear that if she tried to act arrogantly, she would be shot to death on the spot.

The life-killing curse that was not cast just now is still circulating in her heart!

"Of course I... won't resist the Ministry of Magic!" She said vaguely, somewhat awkwardly, "You see, our Flint family is a member of the Ministry of Magic, isn't it?"

Mrs. Flint's face was tense, and a thin layer of sweat had broken out on her forehead. Because of being frightened just now, her blond hair was no longer as perfect as it was at first. The velvet coat

The hem of the robe was stained with some grass blades.

But she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to move. She didn't even have time to wipe away her sweat. She just stood there as if waiting for something. (To be continued)