harry potter book of crimes

"You guys go in first! I have to go find Mr. Bernthal, the dean, and I'll be back in a while."

Watching Maka slowly leave along the corridor, Hermione and the others couldn't help but stop and glance at his back a few more times. To be honest, after hearing Norman Veidt's words, they had already felt that Maka

The mood became more and more solemn.

Now, although Maka said he was looking for the dean of St. Mungo's, everyone felt that he might just be looking for a place to be alone.

After everyone looked at each other, they opened the door in front of them and walked in one after another.

"Oh! Ron, Ginny!"

The first person to greet him was Percy. It could be seen that his first reaction when he saw everyone was to relax a little. Needless to say, if his two stupid letters had accidentally caused his brother and sister to suffer,

If something happened, he might never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, it seemed that Ron and Ginny were fine.

"Percy?" Ron saw him walking towards this direction in vain, and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Merlin... you actually came to London alone, and you arrived earlier than us.

Found Fred and George!"

"Yes!" Ginny quickly came over and said, "Percy, how did you do it? Look, you're even staggering when you walk!"

"Oh, this is actually because I walked too much today," Percy patted his legs and said, "Actually, I have recovered a lot. Before I came out of the house, I could even jog a few times from time to time.

Step...well, okay! Although this seems nothing to show off, after all, I did do something stupid again this time."

"No, this is not a 'stupid thing'," Fred said from behind, "We are really touched... I must say, this is the first time you have acted like an older brother who is worried about the safety of his brothers."

Before he finished speaking, George continued from the side:

"Although it is true that your trip was in vain, my brother."

At this time, it was the words of the twins that made everyone laugh, although there was still a little reluctance in everyone's smiles.

But, of course, Hermione could see from the way Fred and George looked now that they had indeed changed a lot from before. Even though they still spoke with a lightness of humor, the two brothers were now both

Accompanying his wife, he no longer has the playful smile of the past.

Everyone will grow, even this pair of living treasures is the same.

Just as Hermione was sighing secretly, she heard Ginny look around and said hurriedly:

"Where are mom and dad? Aren't they here?"

"Oh, they went out to look for you before," Percy said, "but Lupine just sent someone to send a message, saying that they have now arrived in Diagon Alley. It's just because the road is getting more and more dangerous, so they can't go any further for the time being.

I'm back... Of course, don't worry, Diagon Alley is safe now."

"That's good," Ginny and Ron nodded immediately after hearing this, "...that's good."

"Anyway, let's sit down and take a rest first!" Fred greeted, "You look exhausted... Also, tell us what the situation is like outside now? How did you get here?

…”

Watching them begin to gather together and share their experiences, the windbreaker wizard who had been standing at the door paused for a moment, then suddenly left the ward silently as if he didn't want to disturb their conversation.

…

The corridor outside the ward seemed very busy, with patients and nurses coming and going. Maka had to step aside from time to time as she walked along it, so she didn't walk very fast.

When he came up, he had already met his old acquaintance Lockhart, and he also saw that he seemed to enjoy this kind of life very much.

I have to say, that guy is really one of the few people who can still enjoy himself under such circumstances. I don't know if he is really big-hearted? Or is he deliberately anesthetizing himself with that smile.

Not long after, Maka followed the stairs to the rest area on the sixth floor, and found an empty space to sit down.

Compared with the hustle and bustle on the floors below, there were obviously far fewer people here. Because no one came to disturb her, Maka quickly fell into a slightly confused contemplation.

In fact, he still had some preparations in advance.

Because he had already guessed that when the big rock fell from the sky, Haierbo would definitely take action, so he also prepared some countermeasures in advance.

But he never expected that Haierbo might have already collected a volume of the summoning technique of "Abatail".

What exactly is the so-called "Demon Summoning Technique"? He really doesn't know anything about it.

Suddenly, Maka thought of the mental confusion shown by the "beast" he met outside the entrance of St. Mungo's just now, which made him have some specious conjectures in his mind.

As mentioned before, ancient summoning techniques are divided into two categories: "spirit summoning techniques" and "demon summoning techniques", and the former is mainly a theory of summoning techniques with matter as the main body and spirit as the core.

Yes, today's Transfiguration is a branch extracted from this theory.

So, is another category of summoning spells corresponding to spirit summoning spells some kind of magic theory with spirit as the main body?

Although we can speculate a little based on the theoretical possibility, it is difficult for Maka to imagine what the "Devil Summoning Technique" actually is.

Especially in some ancient documents, he also found that ancient wizards usually regarded the two categories of summoning as completely different systems, which shows that the two may not have the relative relationship he analyzed above.

With almost no clues, even if he could guess, it would be difficult to figure out the reason.

Just as Maka was worryingly thinking to himself, a figure suddenly appeared from the stairs, causing him to interrupt his thoughts for a moment and then turned his head.

"Why are you here?"

Maka looked at the windbreaker wizard walking towards her and showed a slight smile.

"Let me guess, is Hermione worried about me again?"

"No," the other party gently shook her head, "although I think she must be worried about you in her heart...including Miss Lovegood and others, but no one showed it this time."

"Oh," Maka immediately shrugged, "They are really considerate."

Yes, what he needs now is a quiet space that allows him to settle down and think. If Hermione and Luna appear here, it will only make him more worried.

"What about you?" After a brief pause, Maka looked at the other person and said, "Why did you come with me? Do you have any suggestions for me?"

Although he often deliberately ignored the existence of the windbreaker wizard, he never forgot some of the reasons why he appeared in front of him.

This witch, whose identity is unknown to everyone, is undoubtedly the key.

"Any suggestions?" The other person said in a daze, "Well... I don't think so, Mr. McClain, I just want to come and see you."

Listening to the surprisingly pleasant voice, Maka didn't know what to say. After a moment, he slowly shook his head and asked:

"I wanted to ask before, why did you suddenly stop hiding your voice?"

"...because it's no longer needed."

The other party seemed to purse her lips. It sounded like some words might have been lingering in her heart for a long time, but she was still unable to express them in the end.

After a little hesitation, Maka watched her walk to the window step by step, looking at the scenery outside and gradually losing consciousness. The windows here are the same as those in the Ministry of Magic. They are all enchanted, and they reflect

London is still so refreshing without the thick gray fog outside.

It's a pity that this beauty makes people feel more subtle and cruel when compared with everything they saw before coming in.

While the battles outside are still going on, they should probably go out to help. At least, although that may be a futile effort to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, it will at least make them feel better.

However, Maka just looked at the "blue sky" outside and was immersed in difficult thinking again.

It must be said that if even he gave up thinking, there would probably be no room for improvement in this disaster that was about to become more and more serious.

…

When Maka was on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's, looking out the window wordlessly with the windbreaker wizard, the changes in the city were still continuing ruthlessly.

Just like Pansy's friend Iluli, when the hidden dangers of the magic ritual broke out in the bodies of many believers, she was obviously not as lucky as Pansy, and she happened to have a powerful helper around her who could relieve her of the influence.

In the dungeon at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, Iluli's eyes were already occupied by turbid black, and her beast-like instinct made her try her best to break open the cell door and escape from this dark and cold place.

"clang"

Suddenly, she punched the solid iron fence again. Even though her hands were already covered with blood, she still didn't notice it.

But I have to say that compared to other "believers" outside, she is lucky.

In her body, the remaining fairy blood exerted a strange power invisibly, preventing her from being completely controlled by violent instincts like the "beast" Maka encountered.

She just knocked on the enchanted iron door again and again, constantly swinging between reason and instinct, fighting with herself over and over again.

Fortunately, since the Ministry of Magic no longer had any manpower to guard the dungeon, no one came to break her struggling state, which barely gave her a chance to regain her true self.

"clang"

The sound of heavy knocking echoed again and again in this deserted dungeon, as if it would never stop.