harry potter book of crimes

In everyone's memory, there is no other time when the approaching competition is as full of excitement as this one.

Even though Malfoy inexplicably stopped chirping everywhere, the other students in Slytherin House were still in tit-for-tat with the Gryffindors.

A number of minor brawls occurred in the corridors, which turned into a violent incident, resulting in a fourth-year Gryffindor and a sixth-year Slytherin being admitted to the school hospital, with their ears

All the leeks sprouted out.

As the days passed, tensions between the two teams and the two chambers reached a boiling point.

Especially Harry, he has been having a particularly difficult time recently.

On his way to class, someone from Slytherin would always stretch out his leg and trip him to the ground; Crabbe and Goyle would follow Harry wherever he went, and they would look disappointed when they saw Harry surrounded by people.

With an expression on his face, he walked away listlessly.

Probably because Malfoy couldn't do it himself, he secretly asked his followers to look for opportunities.

Wood has given instructions that Harry must be accompanied wherever he goes, in case the Slytherin people prevent Harry from playing.

As a result, the entire Gryffindor House enthusiastically accepted the challenge, making Harry always late for class because there were always a lot of people around him.

On the eve of the game, all normal activities in the Gryffindor common room came to a halt, and even Hermione put down her books.

"I can't read, I can't concentrate..." she said nervously.

Although there was definitely anxiety about the Buckbeak case, the main factor was probably the excessive noise around them - Fred and George talked louder and more exaggeratedly than usual in order to relieve the pressure.

"You'll do well." Hermione had to distract herself by comforting Harry.

"You have Firebolts!" Ron also came up and said.

"Yeah..." Harry felt his stomach cramping.

At this time, Wood suddenly stood up and shouted: "Team, sleep!"

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were relieved, and finally another day passed.

To be honest, Harry didn't sleep well - he always had nightmares, and the dreams were all related to the game.

When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he remembered that the game had not started yet and he was lying peacefully in bed!

After Harry came back to his senses, he suddenly felt very thirsty. He got out of bed as quietly as possible and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window.

It is still late at night, and you can see from the window that the moonlight has given the silent lawn a layer of silver. There is not a trace of wind blowing the treetops of the Forbidden Forest tonight, and the Whomping Willow is motionless, looking natural and harmless.

Look.

From this point of view, the conditions for the competition seem to be perfect.

But just when Harry put down the water glass and was about to go back to bed to continue sleeping for a while, something caught his eye outside the window - there was an animal wandering on the lawn!

Harry rushed to the bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on, then ran back to the window.

It can't be "ominous"... at least not now... not right before the game!

He looked out the window at the playground again, and after a hurried search for a moment, he found it.

At this moment it was moving quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

No, it's okay! That's not "ominous", it's just a cat - Harry grabbed the window sill and breathed a sigh of relief.

He recognized the bottle-brush-like tail. It was just Crookshanks...wait, was it just Crookshanks?

Harry squinted, his nose pressed against the windowpane, when Crookshanks seemed to pause.

Harry was sure that he saw something else in the shadow of the trees.

After a moment it appeared: a huge black dog stalking across the lawn, Crookshanks trotting beside it.

Harry's eyes widened.

What does this mean? If Crookshanks could also see the dog, how could it be a harbinger of Harry's death?

"Um?"

Before it was over, when the black dog took a few steps forward, another figure came out of the forest - that turned out to be Maka?

"Ron!" Harry whispered, "Ron! Wake up!"

"Huh?" Ron hummed drowsily on the bed.

"Come and see! Hurry!" Harry continued to shout.

"It's dark outside, Harry," Ron muttered vaguely, "What are you doing?"

"Come here--"

Harry hurriedly looked back out the window, but Crookshanks and the dog were gone, and even Maka was no longer there. He climbed up to the window sill and looked into the shadow of the castle, but they were not there either.

Where did they go?

At this time, the loud snoring from behind told Harry: Ron had fallen asleep again.

…

When Harry couldn't find it and finally had no choice but to lie back on the bed, Maka walked out around a corner.

"Uncle Black, it seems you won't be able to visit Harry this time," he said softly, "He is awake at the moment!"

Blake, who was in Animagus form, shook his head and said that he had to go back first.

"Bring some food back!" Maka said, taking out a cloth bag from her waist, "But I only prepared dry food, so I'll make do with it to fill my stomach."

Blake nodded silently, opened his mouth to bite it, then turned around and ran towards the Whomping Willow.

"Crookshanks, what about you?" Maka bent down and picked up the cat.

Crookshanks yelled softly in his arms and rubbed his head on Maka's arm, showing an affectionate look.

Maka thought for a moment, then carried it and walked towards the castle.

Not long after, he came to the Room of Requirement. After putting down Crookshanks, he took out several thick notebooks - these were his Transfiguration Notes. In terms of the volume of notes, the Transfiguration Technique

It is undoubtedly the subject with the most subjects.

All kinds of materials, various physical and magical properties, all require wizards to recite them one by one through memory, which requires extraordinary time and energy.

To this day, Maka has achieved some success in the art of transformation. But the question of whether to try Animagus transformation is still a big obstacle in his mind.

"In the final analysis, it's still a matter of success rate."

Maka flipped through her notes casually, reading one book after another, but she was still thinking about the multiple-choice question in her mind.

Suddenly, he slammed his notebook shut and said decisively: "Forget it, time is running out, we can't waste it anymore..."

After that, he took out a bunch of tools and began to draw rune patterns on the smooth floor.

This time the rune pattern is very simple, consisting of only dozens of symbols - this is only used to maintain the stability of the magic power within its range.

After that, Maka took out two more medicine bottles, uncorked them and placed them on the edge of the rune array so that she could use them in time if something went wrong.

When everything was ready, Maka took out the wand and held it in her hand, then stood in the center of the rune array.

The transformation of the Animagus requires practice again and again, but the wand is required to maintain a stable release of magic power only when the transformation is attempted for the first time.

For Maka, this is undoubtedly a quite reckless challenge. Because even with all these preparations, the estimated success rate is still less than 70% - in Maka's mind, this is definitely a very low reference.

Data.

"I really don't understand how those guys succeeded..." Maka frowned and said, "It's a pity that the side effects of the Fuling Elixir are too great, otherwise if you can use a bottle, you should be able to increase your success.

Rate."

To put it simply, Animagus transformation is actually a permanent transformation spell that acts on the caster. But for ordinary wizards, the biggest difficulty in practicing this spell is psychological.

If you want to calmly control your body to change its physical properties, it will definitely not be possible without a certain degree of psychological quality.

But regarding this point, Maca doesn't feel any pressure.

He crouched down and added the last stroke to the rune array. Then he put the pen far away and stepped on the magic input point in the center of the array.

Suddenly, the entire room was illuminated by blue fluorescent light.

Maka closed her eyes and felt it quietly for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly opened and she waved the wand with her right hand decisively and put it between her eyebrows.

The moment the tip of the wand touched his skin, his whole body began to tremble slightly.

It was a very small, but very regular vibration, which silently demonstrated Maka's precise control.

As the tremors gradually increased, Maka seemed to melt, and together with her clothes and wand, they turned into a dusty mud-like substance.

Moreover, it keeps shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking again...

What is Maca going to become?

No one would have guessed it before the transformation was completed. But what is puzzling is that the mass of matter is still shrinking - if it shrinks any further, it will disappear!

Finally, the mass of material shrank until it was about five centimeters in diameter and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, it was slightly elongated, gradually outlining a delicate shape, and the colors began to become richer. When the image became clear, Maka's first Animagus transformation was finally successful...

Maka blinked her eyes, as if she hadn't fully adapted yet, and her vision was a little hazy.

As soon as he took a step, he fell to the floor with a plop - he wanted to hold it up with his hands, but he never thought that he couldn't hold it up in a hurry!

When he stood up again, he was immediately attracted by the slowly clearing vision.

In Maka's eyes, the world around her became extremely huge. The ceiling was as vast as the real sky, and the floor was as boundless as the earth.

Then he twisted his neck and looked at his body, and couldn't help but mutter in his mind - what kind of bird thing is this?