harry potter book of crimes

It seems that "devils" really exist in this world.

Of course, the so-called "devil" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram's horns, or even have any particularly obvious symbol.

However, as stated in the letter sent by Delphi, it is certain that they have great power.

According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magic book "Abatael", no one knows where the "demons" come from, not even the wizards who try to activate demon summoning techniques to attract demons. The only thing that can know is that they

They will be attracted by sinful souls and then descend into this world.

The demon summoning technique was designed and created based on this theory.

As for what abilities demons actually have...or, in other words, how powerful they are. According to Delphi's description, not only do they surpass common sense in terms of physical strength, but they also possess unique and terrifying innate magic. Ordinary wizards are in trouble in front of demons.

Even like Muggles.

What's even more frightening is that there are no distracting thoughts in the hearts of demons. They only come to taste the living souls. They have no mercy, they have no fear, they don't know good and evil, and even the person who summons them cannot do anything to them.

to control their every move.

However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful existence is not Haierbo's ultimate goal. Because what he wants is not a disobedient summoned object at all, but the body of that powerful summoned object!

Yes, with the help of the immortality of Horcruxes and the immortality of residual souls, Haierbo is best at snatching other people's bodies and resurrecting them. Needless to say, it is definitely difficult to snatch the body of a demon, but once he succeeds...

It is truly unimaginable how strong Haierbo would be if he gave up being a human being.

To be honest, the information Delphi added really made Maka feel very bad. He read it three times in a row before he could barely digest the information and finally calmed down a little.

But just when Maka turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Ajinbad, another thought suddenly popped up in her heart.

"Wait a minute," he paused, and couldn't help but secretly wonder, "Where did Delphi send this letter from? Could it be that she hasn't left London yet?"

Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communications have been greatly affected. If Delphi had gone to the Mediterranean, the ice bird that conveyed the message just now would not

Maybe it was delivered to him so quickly.

In addition, she and Delphi had just separated not long ago, so Maka could only think that the other party might not have left London yet.

"Something's wrong, there must be something wrong."

Thinking of this, Maka instantly gave up the idea of ​​going back to find Ajinbad, and flew up the street following the slight traces of magic left by the ice bird when it flew just now.

"This way?"

Maka stepped on the magic book and kept flying forward in the air. While flying, he carefully sensed the magic power fluctuations in front of him. Due to the influence of the gray fog, the magic power fluctuations remained for a short time, and his perception ability was also weakened.

Many times, this pursuit seems very difficult.

But not long after, he still touched a deserted alley bit by bit, and finally sensed some other, more powerful magic waves in the deepest part of the alley.

However, he could feel that the fluctuation of magic power was quickly fading away at this moment.

"……underground?"

Before the magic power disappeared, Maka noticed the direction from which the magic power fluctuations came, and they originated from under his feet.

After taking two steps back, Maka suddenly waved his hand, and the floor of the alleyway that was originally paved with bricks arched up. For a while, the soil surged and the bricks undulated, and he soon dug out a deep hole.

of potholes.

The next moment, Maka did not hesitate and jumped into it with a slight leap.

"Stone?"

Under the influence of the magic spell, Maka's body floated downward for a short while. As the brightness around him decreased little by little, he fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a hard force coming from under his feet.

Real feeling.

He shook his fingers casually, and a light ball emitted a bright light under the dark ground, dispelling the darkness around him.

"Um?"

Now you can see that what he is stepping on is indeed a big stone...or, in other words, a slate. And on that slate, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maka a familiar feeling in his heart.

Of course, Maka still remembered the mirror space that he and Delphi went to. London was only black, white and gray, which was impressive. Not only that, he also remembered how he entered that space in the first place.

Because he spent a lot of effort looking for that kind of slate afterwards.

But who knew that when he deliberately looked for it, he couldn't find it anywhere, but now it appeared at his feet.

"Has the magic wave completely disappeared?"

Maka squatted down for a moment, reached out and touched the lines on the stone slab, and couldn't help but secretly thought:

"Just now...Delphi must have activated it, right?"

If he had arrived any later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi had not sent the ice bird to him to supplement the information, he would not have even come here.

It can be said that this was an accident that Delphi accidentally ignored.

"What does she want to do?"

Maka frowned and thought for a while, then she put aside her doubts that she couldn't find an answer for the time being, and leaned down to study the slate. It can be seen that the characters on this slate are the same as those on the last time.

There is obviously a difference.

…

Not to mention that Maka was extremely confused by Delphi's actions. At least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals were already very clear.

After a fierce battle just now, the two of them cooperated tacitly and finally killed a black-eyed wizard on the spot. Although the battle was quite hard and Harry was slightly injured, they were undoubtedly the most important ones in this battle.

The two men who killed the Collector for the first time.

"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Do you feel any discomfort?"

In the battle just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorn. The injury at the time seemed very serious.

But he still endured the severe pain of a big hole in his shoulder, gritting his teeth while bleeding, and finally found an opening to penetrate the opponent's head with Gryffindor's sword.

Later, he lost too much blood because he delayed for too long, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, that scared Neville so much that he hurriedly treated his injuries and replenished his blood, finally able to revive him.

Hearing Neville's worried question, Harry immediately shook his head.

"It's okay. Look, it's probably just an ordinary injury. There shouldn't be any strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arms twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face didn't look so good.

"But to be honest, compared to the injury on the shoulder, the feeling when I stabbed that guy in the head was more uncomfortable." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little sick..."

Because Gryffindor's sword is very sharp, he has almost no feeling when it pierces into the opponent's head, just like when he practiced with duel dolls earlier.

But even so, the feeling of killing someone with your own hands is definitely not much better.

Putting down his left hand slightly, Harry raised the sword that he had been holding tightly in his right hand. The silver blade was still as clean as a mirror. The battle just now did not leave any traces on it, not even a trace of blood.

No.

Who would have thought that such an exquisitely carved and gorgeous-looking silver sword could actually be a deadly weapon that could easily take away a person's life?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, so I may not be qualified to say big words... But until now, that guy has

He must have killed many innocent wizards and Muggles so far, and that is the retribution he deserves!"

As he was speaking, he suddenly looked behind him and glanced at the witch they had rescued before, who was now holding her child and following closely in their footsteps.

"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."

"I know," Harry nodded, "I know that saving people is definitely the right thing to do. I don't regret killing him... I'm just not used to it yet, and it's a bit disgusting."

Holding the palm of his right hand tightly on the hilt of the sword again, Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, let's not think about it for now..." He breathed lightly and said silently, "This disgusting thing is nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in downtown London now. I only hope that this...

Let the disaster end as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen along the way?"

"yes!"

These two boys, who were supposed to be one year away from graduating from school, were holding weapons tightly at the moment, and their bodies were covered in their own blood or the blood of others.

They sighed one after another and walked forward step by step, walking into the distance amid the chaos everywhere.

This is a real disaster, a disaster that forces people who should not have to endure so much pain and sorrow to face despair.

But at this moment, the initiator of this disaster not only showed no remorse, but was even ecstatic as the disaster progressed, letting out bursts of blood-curdling laughter.

"Hurry up... hurry up... the tenth..."

Haierbo stood in the middle of the open space, in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads lowered, and whispered to himself.

"McLean...excellent young man, don't let me down?"