harry potter book of crimes

"Isn't this mist...soul magic? What a strange interference effect?"

At the moment when Hermione and the four of them went to the Leaky Cauldron, Maka, who had left a message for Harry, finally arrived in London. Although he did not use the Apparition spell to come here, the spatial movement ability of the Portkey did.

He was also repulsed by the fog and was forced to appear somewhere on the edge outside the scope of the fog.

Right now, he was walking in the mist, feeling everything around him carefully.

Maka soon discovered that this fog obviously had a compound interference characteristic. It could not only affect spatial movement, but also interfere with the spread of magic waves.

So here, even he had a hard time sensing someone approaching from a distance like usual.

However, what makes Maka most confused and curious is not these two points. After all, as long as he is willing, he can actually create a mist similar to this.

What struck him as the most "weird" was the third characteristic of this fog - it seemed to have its own will to life. Walking in the fog, you could still feel some spiritual influence.

Yes, although this kind of influence on the spirit is very weak, it is real. Perhaps only people like Maka, who have a certain level of perception, can feel the very subtle changes.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Maka, who was walking forward, stopped slightly and turned his head as if he felt something.

"what sound?"

It was at that moment that he seemed to vaguely hear a female murmur. Although she could not hear clearly what the voice was saying, he knew that he should not have heard it wrong.

Because rather than saying where the sound came from, it was better to say that he directly sensed it from the spiritual level.

It was a pity that the sound came suddenly and went away extremely quickly. Before he had time to try to follow it, the hazy will suddenly disappeared again.

"Forget it...the most important thing right now is to find Hermione and Luna," Maka thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Then...well, let's take them to find someone together! I guess if we don't find them,

It’s impossible for them to rest assured about Fred, George and others!”

After thinking about it like this, Maka, who didn't want to analyze the mist for the time being, stopped walking, took out the magic book, threw it forward, and then stepped on the thick book and flew into the air.

Not long after, we arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

He had already read the letters from Percy and Hermione, so he knew that it would be a good idea to look here first. But just when he was about to reach out and knock on the door, he suddenly turned around as if he was alert.

He came and looked at an alleyway not far away.

"Come out, everyone! Since you have already seen me, why don't you come out and see me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of wizards rushed out of the alley, and the leader of them was actually a witch with a charming appearance.

She was not wearing the common wizard robes in the wizarding world, but was wearing a slightly exaggerated Muggle costume, which even looked fashionable.

"A dark wizard robe made of basilisk skin, a simple and ancient long staff, and he is used to flying with a magic book on his feet -" the witch gently rubbed her delicate cheek with her wand and said with a smile.

, "You must be Professor MacLean of Hogwarts, right?"

"Although I am still resigned, you can say that," Maka raised her eyebrows and glanced at the other party casually, "Yes, I am Maka McClain... What about you?"

He found that the eyes of the wizards who gathered around the witch looked a little dull. They were undoubtedly controlled by the Imperius Curse or some kind of similar black magic.

"Oh! Compared with the famous Mr. MacLean, I am just a nobody, not worth mentioning in front of you!" The witch shook her head lightly and said, "What's more, although I have always wanted to get to know you -

—You know, wizards all over the world are talking about your story now."

"...and a popular and successful man will always have some female admirers, right?"

Just when she said this, she suddenly sighed slightly and said with some regret:

"But obviously, I really don't want to meet you in this situation at all, so... please just let me leave like this! Next time, I will definitely go to Hogwarts to find you.

I want an autograph!”

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then what you mean is that you are actually one of those 'female admirers', right?" He asked rather noncommittally.

"Oh," after the other party heard this, he nodded and winked at Maka quite charmingly, "Maybe you don't believe it, but it is indeed true - at least before I met the teacher, I

My sister and I have always admired you."

"Really?" Maka shrugged and nodded, "It seems that Mr. Haierbo also stole a female fan who belonged to me? Hmm... maybe two?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Okay, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. And to be honest, if you can choose to leave London right now, I won't insist on chasing you to cause trouble... But I must say that the surroundings

You must let me stay with these people."

"Of course, as you wish, Mr. MacLean -" the witch nodded first, but then said pitifully, "Well, although I really want to say this! It's a pity... I really don't have this condition.

I promise you a way."

There is no doubt that, like Martin, this is one of the apprentices accepted by Haierbo.

And even though this witch, who didn't even want to tell her her name, spoke in a somewhat "boring" tone, Maka could still feel that the other party really had no intention of fighting her directly.

It was just because due to Haierbo's intimidation, it was impossible for her to agree to Maka's request, so she put on that pitiful posture in order to delay the time.

Maka is sure that if there is a chance, the other party will immediately lead people to retreat.

However, as soon as he saw those wizards, he knew that they were not following Haierbo voluntarily. In this case, he wanted to snatch them away and understand the situation.

Seeing that the other party wanted to continue rambling, Maka was no longer interested in accompanying him. Then he waved the staff in his hand, and a cold air enveloped the other party directly.

At the moment when the cold current surged, even the surrounding mist, which had no response to ordinary magic spells, could not withstand the rules, and was stirred for the first time and slowly began to churn.

"ah!"

When the witch saw this, she didn't even have the intention to fight. She ran to the side decisively, and her speed was unexpectedly fast.

Near her, the congregants under her control also moved, waving their wands one by one to block her path.

Obviously, she was planning to use those innocent ordinary wizards to force Maka to stop.

"Huh? So you can't do anything with the mist?"

Maka paused her staff, letting the cold current stay in the air for the time being, but found that the witch did not apparate away immediately after hiding behind the believers.

This scene made him feel a little confused.

To be honest, aside from today's biggest goal - to find the Weasley family and take Hermione and the others away from London, as far as the London fog incident itself is concerned, Maka mainly wants to figure out

What exactly is the purpose of Haierbo?

To this day, that guy's actions are all confusing, and if he continues to deal with it in such a confused manner, sooner or later he will fall into the deep pit dug by the opponent.

However, although Maka is trying to find ways to seize information every time, it seems that every time she is just a little short of touching Haierbo's true intention.

So now, he is unwilling to miss every detail, even if what he finds right now is just an inconspicuous anomaly.

After putting this doubt to the bottom of her heart, Maka turned her attention back to the witch.

"I think maybe it's because of Haierbo that you can't choose to escape as you like, then..."

As he spoke, he stepped hard on the magic book and suddenly rushed forward at an extremely fast speed as if he had disappeared.

The witch who was hiding behind the congregation could barely react when she heard Maka's calm voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

"Let me see, you might as well just let it go! At least in this case, Haierbo will definitely not be able to blame you anymore - you know, even he himself has been trapped by me, right?"

When the witch heard his voice, she didn't even look back. She shrank her head and wanted to go forward. But unfortunately, Maka's reaction was obviously much faster than hers. She just reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, and her whole body

Then he suddenly froze.

"Oh! Okay! I surrender -" The witch turned her back to Maka, hurriedly threw away the wand in her hand, and then raised both hands, "Look, I have already thrown away the wand."

"Wise choice," Maka nodded, "but you have to understand that it is still impossible for me to take you around like this... So, I still ask you to relax and have a good sleep!"

Before she finished speaking, the witch felt that her whole head was suddenly confused, and then she completely lost consciousness.

However, the moment she flopped down on the street, Maka discovered that the ordinary wizards around her did not wake up.

Although they all froze in place because of the lack of command and guidance, their wills were still affected.

When Maka saw this, he didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but soon, his brows frowned.

"That's not right!" (To be continued)