harry potter book of crimes

"Hey, let me say... starting tomorrow, shall we help Sirius and the others expel the dark wizards?"

The ward was dark, with only a crack in the curtains left, and a few stars flickering silently as if they were about to fall in.

Even though they were just fake stars, everyone was staring silently with their heads tilted to the side, trying not to imagine the hazy gray fog outside.

But suddenly, Ron's voice suddenly sounded again in this drowsy and quiet place, making people unable to sleep even more.

"Maybe." Hermione replied dryly.

But to be honest, even if Ron stopped talking frequently, everyone wouldn't be able to sleep, so we really can't blame him.

Hermione was thinking about it when she suddenly heard Ron whisper again:

"Then...how many do you think we can deal with together?"

"Just deal with as many as you can," Hermione replied again, and then said helplessly, "Can you shut your mouth? If you really don't feel at ease, then count the stars on the other side of the window! Don't

Disturbing our sleep..."

"Uh, sorry."

Ron's embarrassed voice echoed in the ward. Before he could stop, he couldn't help but add:

"But...I have already counted all the visible stars, a total of one hundred and thirty-eight."

"Pfft!"

I don't know if it was Fred or George who couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing. But Hermione shook her head, turned over and said angrily:

"Who's going to open the curtains all the way? Let him count enough tonight!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

This time there was no need to wonder whether it was Fred or George who was laughing, because after hearing Hermione's words, they both slapped the mattress with joy.

In the darkness, Hermione thought for a while and couldn't help but curl her lips in a funny way, but in the end she said with a straight face:

"sleep!"

Of course, in such a dark room, no one could see the changes in her expression.

At this moment, next to Ron, Harry also had a slight smile on his face.

However, the silver light that appeared on the pillow of the Gryffindor sword, which was wrapped in silk and only exposed the hilt, made his expression even more solemn.

After following Maka to London today, he suddenly saw and heard many things, some of which he has not yet digested until now.

Although he didn’t know why, he seemed to be able to pick up the sword of Gryffindor and fight. When he held the shiny and cool hilt in his hand, what he felt was not power and handsomeness, but an inexplicable feeling.

pressure.

Thinking about the past, Harry had always been looking forward to the day when he could stand side by side with Maka in front of everyone.

Now, it seemed that he was finally a big step closer to his wish. But at the same time, he also experienced for the first time how heavy the responsibility Maka was shouldering...

On the other side, Pansy obviously couldn't sleep at the moment either. Because she still didn't know what happened to her friend Iluli.

In fact, she thought about asking Maka, but she really didn't dare to ask.

As someone who has personally experienced that kind of power, even for just a short moment, she can clearly feel the horror of her will being gradually occupied and stripped away.

And without anyone's help, the possibility of not being affected by the hidden dangers of magic rituals like those lunatics outside is really slim.

Pansy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at the windbreaker wizard lying not far from her.

Even when she lay down to sleep, the other person did not take off her hood. So even if some starlight fell through the gaps in the curtains above, she still couldn't see what was on the face hidden in the shadows.

expression.

Are you worried about the complicated situation outside? Or are you just like yourself, thinking about someone's safety? Pansy doesn't know the answers to these questions.

The only thing she knew was that the other person must still be awake and thinking a lot in this quiet room.

It must be said that Pansy was very grateful to this powerful witch whose name she did not know and whose appearance she had never seen. If she had not been by her side at that time, she would have become one of those crazy wizards outside.

And just as Pansy guessed, the windbreaker wizard was indeed not asleep yet.

In fact, it can even be said that as she stayed in Maka and around these friendly people for longer and longer, the time she could fall asleep every night became shorter and shorter. Sometimes even when she fell asleep, she was fascinated by each scene.

The nightmares that frightened her, made her tired, and made her sad would soon wake her up.

She knew that those dreams were constantly reminding her that she should not indulge in this era that did not belong to her.

She also knew that the easier she lived during this period, the more painful it would be in the near future.

To be honest, compared to everything she remembered, her life during this period was so wonderful. So good that she was almost no longer willing to fall asleep easily at night, just to let herself be worry-free for a few more days.

time to think about.

However, as the time approached, she understood that what was supposed to come was coming.

"How long has it been... since I haven't seen him in my dreams again?"

In the false starlight under the window, she thought in a daze. But soon, she gently shook her head and said to herself:

"That's right, now that I'm here, I don't need to always look for you in dreams... I promise, I will save you. No matter what means I use, no matter what happens to me, no matter how the world changes

How about..."

"I will definitely do it!"

…

Perhaps, no matter how many people are tossing and turning and unable to sleep tonight, their reasons are far less sufficient than one person. And that person is undoubtedly Haierbo.

He had slept for so long that even yawning would make him feel a little nauseous.

Of course, compared to this reason for insomnia, he actually prefers another one. He is just too excited!

When he thought that this demon summoning ritual was about to proceed to the second step, he felt as if he saw the moment when he touched the truth of his soul.

And after that, what awaits him is the understanding of death.

Since ancient times, how many people have been able to safely touch the rules of death? Even if there are one or two wizards who have seized the opportunity through some shortcuts and have been in the limelight for a while, in the end they have personally tasted the taste of death.

Now it seems that only a wizard who is as cautious as him but dares to imagine can figure out such a seemingly bold but actually safe method.

"Let's start! Let's start..." Haierbo, who was carefully feeling the changes in the magic power in the city, suddenly shouted happily, "Send your souls and let the evil begin to come! It will be given to us in some distant place

The sweetest response!”

Suddenly, among the apprentices standing in front of Haierbo, one of them seemed to hear a voice echoing in his ears. The voice was inexplicably real, pure and delicate, full of wonderful persuasion, and even made people who had already heard it...

The mind that had fallen into madness and chaos instantly calmed down.

Immediately, he knelt down involuntarily, hoping that he could listen more devoutly.

But the moment he was completely immersed in this voice, a majestic and powerful force suddenly burst out from his soul, and in just an instant, it completely swallowed up his soul, including his consciousness.

The next second, his eyes opened again, and the chaotic black in his eyes that had just faded had completely turned into an extremely solid black, almost like two extremely deep black gems inlaid in the eye sockets.

Immediately, he was seen placing one hand on the ground and slowly standing up.

"First!"

Haierbo looked at the other party's pure black eyes and couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile. However, the other party did not look at him at all. Instead, he turned his head and looked around a little awkwardly.

"Sin...not enough...not enough."

Then, he lowered his head slightly, looked at his hands, and then clenched his fists. It seemed as if he was feeling his own strength.

It wasn't until the end that he raised his eyes slightly, and his cold, frosty gaze fell lightly on Haierbo.

"……not enough."

After that, he actually ignored Haierbo who was staring at him closely, turned around and walked step by step towards the outskirts of the open space until he disappeared around the corner of a building at the intersection.

Haierbo watched the other party leave silently. After a moment, he frowned slightly and retracted his gaze.

"Sure enough, just like what was said in "Abatail", these guys will not pay attention to the summoner at all... because the meaning born during the ritual is to collect sins and complete the ritual bit by bit.

"

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at the remaining forty-one people in front of him, and the joy on his face appeared again.

It doesn't matter, even if those guys don't obey my orders now, as long as this ceremony ends successfully, they will become his most loyal and powerful subordinates.

What's more, isn't what they are going to do now exactly what they want?

Even though he was ignored by the guy just now, Haierbo was not annoyed at all. Looking at the forty-one "apprentices" below, he could almost imagine a total of forty-two collectors collecting souls in the entire city of London.

There is no doubt that the more soul collectors that can be born during the ceremony, the faster the ceremony will be completed. Thinking of this, he felt a little impatient.

"Go! Hurry up... faster!"

Needless to say, with such exciting changes taking place, how could Haierbo still be able to sleep? There was no way he could fall asleep that night, even if he actually didn't need to do anything anymore.

"Go! Let this city be the last step for me to touch the third-level rules!"