harry potter book of crimes

"boom"

Along with the heavy blow that even the ground seemed to tremble, dust suddenly flew up, making the streets that were already hazy under the influence of the fog even more hazy.

For a moment, except for the windbreaker wizard who caused the blow, no one knew whether the dwarf had dodged it or not.

"Is he...dead?"

Pansy was obviously very sensitive to death now. When she saw the giant palm made of earth and stone falling suddenly, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice beside her.

And then, the windbreaker wizard was heard calmly:

"No, no. He dodged it...but I think he didn't dodge it completely."

As soon as he finished speaking, an angry roar came from the dust, which timely proved that the windbreaker wizard's judgment was correct.

I only heard the dwarf wizard saying loudly in the dust and mist:

"What are you doing standing still! Why don't you help me move this! Oh, damn...my feet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the congregants who had been standing around cast the levitating spell one after another. Their faces were blank, but they were extremely obedient and forcibly moved the giant hand of mud and stone to the side.

As the dust gradually settled, the figure of the dwarf wizard finally appeared again.

It can be seen that the blow just now caused him a serious injury. His left foot was obviously unable to dodge and was pinned underneath. Now it has completely changed its shape. The blood mixed with the soil looks a bit scary.

But I have to say that his endurance is still very strong. Even though his feet were injured like this, he never cried out in pain from the beginning to the end.

But of course, the pain must still be very painful, which caused him to curse in a low voice out of habit.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the windbreaker wizard just stood at the entrance of the alley and looked over there after smashing it, letting the opponent's group of men move away the giant palm of mud and stone that had been restored to a dead object, Pansy couldn't help but ask her

.

Looking at Pansy's slightly confused look, the windbreaker wizard didn't explain much, just shook his head slightly.

"nothing."

After saying that, she walked towards the injured Kingsley.

When approaching the encirclement, several of the short wizard's followers wanted to cast spells to stop them, but she quickly blocked all the attacks with her wand. Not only that, she also saw the right opportunity and killed two of them.

It flew away, and the whole process was as natural and random as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, you should have brought some healing potions, right? I suggest you stop the bleeding as soon as possible... You don't have to worry about the things here."

"Ah...is it you? You are the one next to Maka."

Of course Kingsley had seen her before, but Kingsley was still a little surprised because her voice suddenly changed from hoarse and harsh before to become so beautiful.

Okay! It seems like there isn't much time for him to care about this right now.

"Anyway, thank you."

Kingsley did indeed bring potions...or, in other words, because of Maka, the main members of the Order of the Phoenix usually carry enough potions with them now.

In fact, even if the windbreaker wizard had not been able to take action just now, Kingsley, who still had the potion left, obviously would not just wait to die.

Well, it's really hard to say whether we can escape or not.

With the windbreaker wizard guarding him, Kingsley naturally no longer had to endure his injuries to stay on guard. Not to mention Maka's trust and praise for the witch, even those two hands just now were enough to make Kingsley feel at ease.

It's a pity that when Kingsley took out the white fresh essence and prepared to "luxury" at this critical moment, the dwarf on the other end naturally wouldn't wait there.

I saw him suddenly flipping back the hood on his head and staring straight at this side.

"Who are you!" He said angrily, "You are quite powerful... If you have the ability, show your face and let me remember you well!"

But how could the windbreaker wizard expose his identity with just a few words? Seeing the other person standing on one foot, regardless of the gurgling blood, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"If you want to leave, then please go...I won't stop you."

"What?"

With that dwarf's temper, he never expected that the windbreaker wizard would say that.

To be honest, no matter how hard he held on, he still didn't understand the huge gap between the two sides. If the other party wanted to capture him directly, it would probably only take a few more minutes.

However, the other party said he could leave?

"Don't want to leave?"

As if he was afraid that he would not leave first, the windbreaker wizard first asked a question, and then said threateningly:

"If you really don't want to leave, I think I wouldn't mind giving you a ride."

"etc!"

The dwarf wizard had already seen the other party raising his hand and raising his wand. He immediately seemed to feel threatened and immediately called to his followers:

"Let's go! I hope you can continue to live and don't have the misfortune to meet the teacher... As long as there is a while, I can let you see my true strength!"

Before leaving here and retreating into the mist, the dwarf wizard also made a reservation for the next fight without authorization.

But the windbreaker wizard didn't seem to hear his words at all. After seeing the other party's figures disappear, he immediately turned to look at Kingsley.

And it was at this moment that Pansy couldn't help but wonder:

"Why should we let them go? Dark wizards like them who disturb public order should at least be sent to Azkaban, right?"

But this time, the windbreaker wizard still didn't give her an answer.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, then Miss Parkinson and I still have things to do, so we'll be here first."

After saying that, she called back to Pansy, who was still puzzled, and started back to the original alley along the way she came without looking back.

Pansy, on the other hand, couldn't help but look back as she followed him away.

"Did Maka give them another urgent task?"

Kingsley, like Pansy, was a little curious.

…

To be honest, many people know about the fog in London this time, but not many people know about the fact that there are some dark wizards who come from nowhere hidden in it.

Yes, in fact, even Hermione and others don't know the details at all.

"Luna, start it again and get ready."

Inside Hogwarts, Hermione and Luna were cooperating to try to activate the array again. They had succeeded once before, but one or two successes were obviously nothing in the face of the apparent failure.

If this magic shield can be opened repeatedly without problems, then it can be called "completed".

"OK."

Luna nodded, and immediately leaned down with Hermione, holding their hands on the edge of the stone slab at their feet.

"Ron!" Hermione reminded.

"Well," Ron heard the words and immediately said loudly, "Prepare three, two, one! Let's start!"

"laugh"

Accompanied by the friction sound of the slowly moving stone slabs, the two rune stone slabs were twisted at the same time. In an instant, the engraved patterns on the core rune slab located in the center of the observatory began to glow with a faint blue light.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of light condensed into shape and floated straight into the sky.

This time, the formation of the shield was still very fast, and there was no unstable collapse until the castle was completely enveloped.

Not long after, Hermione and Luna moved the stone slab to remove the energy-consuming magic shield, and began to gather together to discuss the finishing touches.

And at this moment, an owl suddenly flapped its wings from the horizon and flew towards the astronomical tower.

"Ron, do you think that's your old owl?"

This was due to Luna's good eyesight, and she had already discovered the opponent's existence before he even flew there.

"Oh, it seems so? Hmm..."

Watching the owl flying crookedly in the air, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

"Didn't Charlie get a new owl for the family last time? The new owl sent the howling letter last time. Why did he send it out again this time?"

"Yes!" Ginny pursed her lips, "Poor old Errol, I'm really worried that one day he will be flying outside and run out of energy, and accidentally fall to death."

While the two were talking, they saw the owl Errol fluttering down towards the observatory. Ron saw that it seemed to be flying out of breath, so he quickly reached out to catch it, but he was stunned to meet the old Errol.

Collided together.

"Oh... I wish Ron's skull wasn't as hard as I thought."

Several people on the observatory gathered around and were busy checking whether the owl was injured. No one cared about Ron's condition.

"Hey! Can you guys stop putting your love on people other than me? I'll get hurt too, okay?"

"Shut up!"

Hermione glared at him again out of habit, and then shook the envelope in her hand.

"It's for you. Your name is on the envelope...but there's no sender," she said. "Can you open it?"

"Oh, of course... you can do whatever you want!"

Ron stood aside with his head covered, as if he no longer expected them to care about his feelings. He waved his hands and squatted on the spot with a grin on his face and rubbed the back of his head.

He fell down on his back when he was hit by old Errol just now, and now the back of his head hurts fiercely.

"Hiss...it seems to be swollen...Ah! Madam Pomfrey also went with the study tour boat..."

Just when Ron was thinking about going to Maka to get some medicine later, he heard Hermione and Ginny suddenly let out a low cry at the same time among the girls who were reading the letter together.

"What's wrong?" He quickly stood up again and hurried over there, "What's in the letter... No, by the way, who sent this letter to me?"

After hearing this, Hermione paused for a moment, then reached out and handed the letter directly to him.

"It's from Percy," she gestured, "see for yourself! I want... um..."

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