harry potter book of crimes

"...Muriel...where are you? Where are you..."

Under the night, which was getting darker due to the thick fog, a figure was walking forward in a trance in the streets. His steps were vague, and he stumbled involuntarily with every step he took, as if he was about to move at any time.

There is a possibility of falling to the ground.

Obviously, this is the Martin who had just lost his beloved to Herbo.

Since leaving the underground black market, he has been wandering around the streets of London almost aimlessly. If you just listen to his mumbling, people who don't know may think that he is looking for someone named "Muriel"

people.

However, he walked very slowly, and he was swaying and looking lost. How could he have the slightest intention of looking for someone?

"Muriel...where have you been?"

It was as if Martin had only these words left in his heart.

However, what can he do? He has no idea where Haierbo took Muriel... No, even if he knows, so what? Could it be that he still has the ability to steal someone from Haierbo?

Can't you get it back again?

Therefore, he seemed to be powerless about everything, so he could only walk aimlessly on the street. He didn't know what else to think about, so he simply thought about nothing, and nothing could be done about it.

The longing for Muriel that I had driven away still lingered in my heart.

"Mu Li... uh..."

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of nausea arose in his heart, causing him to support the street wall with one hand, bend down and retching.

The long-term depression and the pain of losing Muriel seemed to have caused some abnormalities in his body. His retching lasted for a long time, and when he raised his head again, the corners of his mouth were also curled up.

A hint of crystal.

However, since he hadn't eaten much for several days, there wasn't even anything in his stomach that he could vomit. As for his bout of vomiting just now, he only turned out some acidic water.

Martin leaned against the cold brick wall as if he was out of strength, breathing heavily with difficulty.

But at this moment, another wave of discomfort suddenly drove away the nausea just now and forcibly occupied his heart. And a strange dizziness immediately appeared in his mind.

It was not an ordinary dizziness, but a strange feeling as if even his consciousness had fallen into a fuzzy state. He didn't know what exactly happened to him, but he could vaguely understand that this was definitely not a good sign.

During the confusion, Martin seemed to have thought of something, almost struggling and whispered to himself:

"...It's...Helpo."

Yes, Haierbo, like other apprentices accepted by Haierbo, also had the so-called "seed of power" planted in his body.

Once upon a time, this seed rooted in his soul was still his hope, and he looked forward to gaining his own strength from it.

And now, it seems that that seed is finally coming to fruition.

Will he gain any power? Maybe he will! But the price he has to pay will probably be much greater than he ever imagined.

As the dizziness in his mind became more and more serious, Martin could no longer support the weight of his body even if he was leaning against the wall. He couldn't help but slowly slid down the wall, and gradually collapsed at the base of the wall.

He suddenly began to tremble all over, not because of the cold, but because he had to use all his strength to resist the increasingly intense dizziness.

He could vaguely feel that if he lost consciousness like this, he might never wake up again.

But at this moment, at the end of this small street where he was alone, there was a sudden sound of slightly messy footsteps.

Who's that? Who's coming? Is it Muriel...or that damn Herbo?

Martin, whose consciousness had gradually fallen into chaos, was thinking wildly. He could not even realize that it was obviously impossible for Muriel to appear here.

Martin, who was kneeling in the corner, raised his head with difficulty, only to see that his eyelids were half drooped. The blurred vision and the ubiquitous gray fog made it impossible for him to see clearly what was ahead.

But with a vague hope, he still tried to prop up his body and staggered towards the direction where the footsteps came from with a more unsteady pace than before.

But at the next moment, a strong green light suddenly aroused his instinctive vigilance. The moment he felt the danger, he immediately wanted to dodge to the side, but his weak legs made him can only slant.

He took a step forward and fell heavily onto the paved road.

"boom!"

Just when he lost his footing and fell to the ground, the green arc of light that broke through the air from the mist in front of him suddenly passed by him and landed on the ground behind him.

For a moment, rubbles flew in all directions, and many of them hit him.

"Well……"

Although this fall made all the bones in his body hurt, it did not cause him any injuries. Instead, it was the gravel splashed behind him, and one of them accidentally hit his head hard.

Go up and hit him immediately, causing his head to bleed.

However, it was this sudden pain that made his mind temporarily clearer.

"Hiss...who is that?"

Martin stood up again, holding the bleeding back of his head, and finally took out his wand with his other hand. When he discovered that another Killing Curse was coming towards him from the other end of the street, he quickly waved his wand.

, dragged a flower pot from the street to block the extremely deadly curse.

"Wow"

With an explosion, the flower pot that flew into the air shattered, causing the soil inside to splash all over the floor. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Martin, who had a little understanding of the situation, immediately waved his wand again and released

A rather powerful crushing spell was cast.

"Um?"

After releasing a magic spell, he noticed that the intensity of his spell was much higher than usual. Could this be the power of the seed "gifted" to him by Haierbo?

However, the dizziness that was still constantly impacting his willpower kept reminding him that the price he was about to pay might be extraordinary.

At the same time, Martin's crushing curse also passed by the figure in the gray fog.

This was not because he had missed his aim, but because the other party's reactions and actions were unusually quick. He seemed to be running staggeringly, but he easily dodged his attack by simply turning to one side.

Seeing the eye-catching green light on the opponent's side once again, Martin hurriedly continued to drag things to block it. However, the dangerous curse was blocked, but the opponent was getting closer and closer to him.

A few seconds later, the figure finally came within the range of his sight that he could barely see clearly. This slightly familiar figure made him stunned at the time.

It was the short wizard who was also Helbo's apprentice, the dwarf wizard he had met in the Sleeping Dragon Bar in the black market before!

"You...stop!"

Martin saw clearly who the other party was, and he also saw that the other party should have seen his side clearly. But it was obvious that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, because the familiar green light was once again in the opponent's hand.

The magic wand bloomed with human brilliance.

"……damn it."

Martin had no strength to dodge now, and the two sides were so close. If he wanted to repeat his old tricks, it was already too late to drag something from the side to resist.

However, he obviously didn't want to die at all.

To be honest, when he just lost Muriel, he really thought about dying.

Because at that time, he suddenly realized that not only was it difficult for him to get his beloved woman back, but even the hope of following Haierbo in doing things in the past had been completely wiped out by Haierbo's ruthlessness.

Not only that, in order to help Helbo, he also had irreparable conflicts with the Ministry of Magic, his alma mater Hogwarts, and Namaka McLean.

After losing everything and finally becoming a loner, what's the point of living in this world?

However, Muriel may not be dead after all. In order to at least see her again... yes, even if it is just the last time, Martin does not want to die so meaninglessly.

Maybe in this life, he has become a complete loser, but he is really unwilling to accept it. Even if it is just a struggle at the end, he still has to persist for a while.

The next second, the tip of Martin's wand also lit up with a pale green light, and he cast the killing curse almost at the same time as the dwarf wizard opposite who looked like a mad beast.

"Avada Kedavra"

Suddenly, two green lightning flashes passed each other on the street. At that moment, he felt as if the time in the whole world had slowed down.

He could even see that the two green arcs of light that should have been extremely fast were advancing inch by inch. While the two were passing each other, they were also slightly entangled and deflected due to the impact of the high-speed movement of magic power.

But at the end, looking at the green light getting closer and closer to his body, Martin gritted his teeth and widened his eyes.

Is it still a little worse?

After all, he was one step behind the opponent. Even if he performed a little extraordinary at the last moment of life and death, it was still not enough to make up for the gap in reality.

However, at the moment when the other party's death curse was about to touch his chest, the unmoving fog that filled the street suddenly contracted and flowed, and suddenly formed a gray-black line an inch in front of Martin.

Mist vortex.

And immediately after

"Bang!"

Martin and the crazy dwarf wizard were both thrown backwards by the force of the death curse, and slid for a distance on the stone road before they came to a halt.

There was a moment of dead silence, and both parties fell to the ground as if they were dead, making no sound. It was not until several minutes passed that Martin's fingers twitched slightly.

"Cough...cough...I'm...still alive?"

He opened his eyes with great difficulty, looking at the fog that had long since returned to calm, a strange feeling emerged in his heart.