harry potter book of crimes

"Oh, did this side collapse too?"

Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maka finally came to the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion in the underground black market. As soon as he entered, he saw the toppled stone pillars, damaged walls, and objects scattered everywhere.

Yes cracking bricks.

Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn't see very far, so he couldn't confirm the extent of damage to the originally crowded office hall.

However, just like the gallery outside the passage, the Dark Spirit Pavilion, which looked crumbling everywhere, obviously also had traces of fairy magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were real and not illusions, in fact

But most of them are made by the fairies themselves.

So, where are those clever fairies hiding now?

Thinking of this, Maka suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter inside. Although she couldn't see the counter at the end of the hall, Maka still remembered that there was actually a whole row over there.

And just in the passage behind the counter is the entrance to the underground vault of Darkling Pavilion...and, naturally, it is also the only exit.

He stood there and thought for a moment, then turned and walked over there.

"What I felt when I passed through the passage just now... it must be detection magic, right? It seems that those goblins will know whether Hermione and the others have been here."

This underground black market occupies a large area, and the terrain is particularly complex. Finding people here is actually not much easier than finding people in London above.

Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Maka decided to ask the fairies.

"...I hope those guys can cooperate a little bit!"

It must be said that he never thought that one day he would visit the Dark Spirit Pavilion vault again.

He thought that in order to sneak people in secretly, he transformed into an Animagus and drank polyjuice potion, which took a lot of effort.

But today, the counter that was originally almost completely closed seemed to have just been looted, with a rather large hole broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid came over, he probably wouldn't even have to bend down.

You can walk in directly.

After crossing the counter, Maka walked deeper along the main passage in the center.

It can be seen that the goblins have completely destroyed the Dark Spirit Pavilion. Even the transportation channels extending in all directions in the counter have been blocked by collapsed masonry. Even if there are still some that have not collapsed,

The walls of those passages are also covered with scary cracks.

However, blocking these passages itself does not actually make much sense, because those passages lead to various trading rooms, and they are usually used to move large quantities or large items for the goblins to deposit and withdraw.

Therefore, the goblins collapsed part of them by the way, just to cover up the ruins at the deepest part of the main passage.

When Maka reached the end of the main passage, he found that the entrance to the vault had been covered up by bricks. Just standing here, it was impossible to even imagine what the front looked like, because there was nothing but stones in front of him.

Still a stone.

"Please give way"

While saying this casually, Maka stretched out his staff and waved it gently. Suddenly, the mountains of large and small stones in front of him were rolled up from the middle to both sides, revealing

There was a huge circular metal cover embedded in the ground.

What is worth mentioning is that the entire thing is plated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy habits of the goblins.

When Maka came that year, the metal lid was still open, because the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still in normal business at that time, and many fairies came in and out here.

But now, the only entrance has been completely covered by a thick metal cover, and a large number of various magics have been applied to it.

That's right, this lid has not only the magic of fairies, but also the magic of wizards. Maca even saw a circle of ancient magic inscriptions on the edge of the metal lid.

Obviously, the era when this thing was created is probably some years away from today.

But when Maka saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, showing a subtle smile.

It has to be said that this big lid is quite difficult to deal with. If Maka had to force her way in today, she might not consider competing with this stack of protective devices.

Compared to this "standard entrance", he would rather dig up the floor next to it. Although the floor is also enchanted, and the stone is obviously unusual, at least it is much easier than having to deal with this shining golden bastard shell.

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However, when there was a circle of inscriptions on the lid, everything changed.

"Dangdang"

Maka knocked the big gold-plated iron lump hard with the end of the staff, and then used the amplifying spell and said loudly:

"Hey! I know you're hiding inside... If you don't want me to take off this big cover, just open the door for me! I'll ask two questions and then leave!"

In order to allow the sound to penetrate as much as possible, Maka also deliberately restrained the sounds amplified by the sound amplification spell, so that they were all concentrated and transmitted underground.

However, even though Maka could feel several magic sources walking back and forth under her feet, and one of them left quickly after he shouted twice, the big lid still showed no intention of opening it.

"If we wait any longer, we might as well go find someone directly."

A few minutes are enough for the person in charge of the Dark Spirit Pavilion to know about this matter. And since there has been no movement yet, this means that those goblins obviously intend to stay down there and pretend that they are "not at home"

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Shaking his head slightly, he saw Maka turning his staff upside down and walking along the metal cover for a full week. As he walked, he took the staff and tapped the circle of inscriptions several times selectively.

After doing this, he immediately took a few steps back, then held his staff and looked at the ancient magic texts that he lit up one by one.

The next moment, I felt a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw that the floor around the big iron cover actually cracked with a large number of fine cracks.

It can be seen that the big golden lid is slowly but surely rising up. The force is so great that even the ground that is also equipped with magic is cracked.

"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of these goblins are really willing to spend money... The magic power stored in this big lid has far exceeded Voldemort's Horcrux, right?"

This could not help but surprise Maka, because without such a huge magic reserve to provide energy, his changes to the inscription rules would not have caused the big lid to break open from the ground and rise completely.

Originally, he had planned to provide some assistance on his own! But now even this energy was saved, and he only had to stand aside and watch the show.

Not long after listening to the sound of "Ding Ding 哐哐", as the big iron lid continued to rise, the stones that were brought up suddenly rolled in the entrance to the gradually opening of the vault.

Immediately, Maka heard several screams from goblins below, probably because a few unlucky guys were hit by falling rocks.

He raised his head and glanced at the large iron cover that was still rising and had begun to cover the second floor. Then he took a step forward and jumped down from the circular entrance, stepping on the magic

The book flew into the vault.

And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the floor above seemed to suddenly lose its upward momentum and fell back suddenly.

"boom"

Accompanied by a loud sound of a heavy object falling, the big lid was put back into place almost exactly, but it was obviously a little lower than before. And the few inscriptions illuminated by Maka,

It has also dimmed again.

This is not because the magic power is exhausted but there is still more there! This is just because Maka’s temporary changes to the inscription have been automatically and quietly removed...

Probably more than ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of Darkling Pavilion, a carriage that was almost identical to the one Hermione and the others encountered suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures walked out of the carriage.

Come down.

"Master Norman, you go in first! I'll put the carriage away first and then come back."

"Um."

Although he was called "Young Master", that figure was obviously no longer young, and even his temples were slightly white.

However, since his father has always occupied the position of head of the family, he, a man who is nearly fifty years old, still has to be called "young master". This feeling makes him feel a bit ironic.

"The goblins in Darkling Pavilion can slip away really fast," Norman raised his head slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and said softly, "I don't know where they have gone to seek refuge... Could it be Gringotts?"

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"Well... As expected of a goblin, she is shrewd enough to escape from this poor place as soon as she senses something is wrong... I hope they can survive this disaster safely!"

It can be seen from his face that seems to have experienced many vicissitudes of life that his daily life is not very good. Not to mention food, drink and housing, at least he must be under a lot of pressure.

But even so, he still had the leisure to worry about the goblin.

Of course, he definitely didn't have time to think any more at this moment. After the old family steward behind him had finished packing, they both entered the hall of Darkling Pavilion and headed straight to the passage to leave the underground black market.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them noticed that a lot of changes had taken place deep in the hall of Darkling Pavilion.

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On this day when everyone seems to be very busy, only one person feels very free. Needless to say, this person is obviously Harry, who knows almost nothing about the outside world.

After Kingsley left, he walked around the castle again, as if he wanted to see if he was really the only one left in the school.

After "inspecting" everywhere, it was obvious that there were a lot of spiders in the castle, but he could not find anyone except himself.

"Password."

"Madam, do you think it is still necessary to say the password? I think you know that there is no one else in the school except me..."

Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room, looking at the portrait of the Fat Lady who was guarding the door to prevent him from passing by, his face full of helplessness.

"...No, not just humans!" Without waiting for the Fat Madam's reply, he couldn't help but continue, "Even those who look like 'humans' are gone. Only magical portraits like you, Madam, can be compared to me.

say something!"

It seemed that Harry was thinking of those ghosts that could be seen everywhere in the past but could not be found now.

"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" The fat lady raised the goblet towards Harry, and the red wine sloshed in the glass. "I can understand your mood. After all, I was also hanged for a period in the past.

During the days at the end of the second floor, I really couldn’t see anyone during that time, which made me worry so much that I only focused on getting drunk..."

Just as she was speaking, she saw her lips that were redder than red wine twisting, and then she said:

"But you made a mistake in saying something about the 'human-looking' people in school, but there is also Peeves! He's not having a good life these days. If you feel lonely alone, maybe you can

Go look at it...well, although I think it's better to just ignore it!"