harry potter book of crimes

Everyone has a funny dream in their childhood.

Some children will want to be scientists, some may choose to be police officers, and some even hope that they can be powerful wizards in the future.

He really couldn't remember Maka's childhood dream clearly, but he was certain that he would never...

I would never want to be a bird!

"...What kind of bird thing is this?" Maka couldn't help complaining, but when the words came out of her mouth, they turned into a few gentle hums.

Yes, Maka never expected that her Animagus form was actually a bird - and a bright-colored blue hummingbird!

Not to mention its fighting ability - what kind of fighting ability can a hummingbird with a body length of less than 2 inches have? It depends on its ability to even stand upright now. If it doesn't practice properly, it will not even be able to fly.

nothing.

Maka struggled to master the balance, but this required the cooperation of the head and tail, which could not be achieved in a short time.

Of course, what's even worse is that - he has consumed too much magic power and will not be able to change back at least in a short period of time.

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared for this.

"Since there is nothing to do if you have nothing to do, let's take a few steps first..." Maka yelled "chirp, chirp, chirp".

Speaking of which, when was the last time you learned to walk?

He walked unsteadily and fell down from time to time. He looked quite cute in his appearance.

However, you still have to pay for the sins you have committed. Crookshanks, who was dozing in the corner of the room, came over...

Night is when most cats are full of energy.

Crookshanks is a very smart cat. He may be the first creature besides Maka to recognize that Scabbers is not a real mouse.

And just now, it watched Maka's transformation process completely - it had already understood that the delicious-looking snack in front of it was actually Maka himself.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." Maka turned around and happened to see Crookshanks who had quietly walked behind him.

Doesn't it want to eat me?

Crookshanks came up and smelled it, and then rubbed it again. Just when Maka felt relieved, Crookshanks enthusiastically waved his cat fist at him...

In the following time, Maka finally understood what "practice brings true knowledge".

Crookshanks seems to want to play with him for a while, but when the size difference is too big, something will happen if he plays like this!

Maka started running in a daze, and Crookshanks was chasing after him. He would almost run a few steps before knocking him down with the pads of his paws.

As time passed, Maka was surprised to find that at least he would not lose his balance and fall down...

However, just being able to run was definitely not enough to escape the clutches of Crookshanks. After being fed up with the hell of having to come into close contact with the floor every few steps, he decided to try flying.

It can be said that Maka riding on a broomstick must be at the king level, but if he relies on his own wings to fly, he can only be at the plastic level.

After he flapped his wings several times, only to be crushed and rubbed on the floor by Crookshanks' big furry face, he finally decided - let's run first!

Theoretically speaking, it is good for the body to move the muscles and bones more, but Maka is not sure whether exercising in the state of Animagus deformation will have any effect.

Until Crookshanks got tired of playing, Maka was already exhausted and turned into a dead bird.

Near dawn, Maka finally had enough magic power to return to her human form.

He couldn't wait to change back, and made a decisive decision - if it was not necessary, he would never use the unreliable magic of Animagus transformation again.

Maka walked over to Crookshanks, picked it up, and stared at it for a while while walking out.

Finally, he muttered under his breath.

"...I heard that cat meat is sour?"

Crookshanks was so scared by him that he jumped to the ground and disappeared in a flash.

Transforming for the first time was very tiring, not to mention that he couldn't help but "exercise" for most of the night, and he was really hungry at this time.

During breakfast time, Maka uncharacteristically lay on the dining table and chewed, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the classmates around her.

When Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the auditorium, everyone's attention finally moved away from Maka, and warm applause broke out in the auditorium.

Harry saw that the people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were also applauding them, and couldn't help but smile happily.

And when they walked past the long table in Slytherin House, the little snakes sitting at the table hissed loudly. Harry noticed that Malfoy's face seemed a little paler than usual.

Maka took time out of her busy schedule to look at him and nodded secretly - Lucius should have received the warning.

After breakfast, everyone crowded together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.

Well, Maca is not in it.

Although I had thought about giving up Animagus transformation before, it was just a thought. Every spell is worth studying. If used properly, this can be regarded as a backup method.

At least, with the advantage of small size, the ability to escape in complex environments must be good. In this regard, Peter Pettigrew is an example right before our eyes.

While everyone was watching the game at the Quidditch field, Maka came to the Forbidden Forest alone. After confirming that there was no one else here, she started to transform again.

After the first time, the second time was relatively easy.

As his body squirmed, he quickly transformed into a little hummingbird again.

Since he has turned into a bird, he must at least become a flying bird, right? Maka kept flapping her wings on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, trying to find the feeling of flying.

The flying method of hummingbirds is very different from that of ordinary birds. Not to mention that Maka has not studied how other birds fly. Even if he can guess something, it may not work.

But this is nothing more than fighting against the airflow!

As the frequency of flapping his wings increased, and he thought about it from time to time, he quickly found some feelings.

Sure enough, without the interference of Crookshanks, using your brain to solve problems is the most suitable learning method for Maka. Unfortunately, it is unrealistic to learn to fly all at once, and it only takes almost a morning.

It can only make Maka learn to flutter a few more times.

When Maka came to the Quidditch pitch, he happened to catch up with the moment Harry received the Quidditch Silver Cup.

Everyone gathered on the lawn of the Quidditch field. The atmosphere was extremely lively and crowded.

Percy, who usually put on a show, was also there, jumping up and down like a madman, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall cried harder than Wood, wiping her tears with a huge Gryffindor flag.

Ron and Hermione were the ones who desperately pushed towards Harry. They were so excited that they couldn't speak, but they just had smiles on their faces.

To be honest, this is a memorable day, because Gryffindor finally won the Quidditch trophy again after many years.

Maka stood on the edge of the crowd, looking at Harry and the others' excited expressions, but suddenly felt that something was missing in her heart.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Maka withdrew her gaze and looked to her side. It was Luna - she still looked a little dazed, but she also had a smile on her face.

"Are you happy?" Maka suddenly asked.

Luna blinked and nodded slightly.

"I'm happy. If everyone is happy, I'm happy too." She tilted her head, looking confused, as if she was confirming something, "Aren't you happy?"

Maka shook her head and said: "I also want to be happy, and I am trying to find a way to make myself happy again -"

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Luna still held Maka's hand without hesitation, with an innocent look on her face, as if she was just caring about him.

Maka could feel the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Maybe there is something I can do to help," Maka said quietly, "I'm afraid, at least on this issue, I can't solve it myself..."

"I didn't understand until I met you... Sometimes, extraordinary wisdom may not be able to solve all problems," Luna turned her head, looked at the cheerful crowd on the stage, and said softly, "Learning to rely on others is also a very important thing.

meaningful thing."

Maka also returned his gaze there, and he nodded in agreement: "Perhaps when the four founders of Hogwarts decided to get together to create the school, they also thought so!"

"Who knows?" Luna looked ahead in a daze, as if looking at her classmates or somewhere else.

…

Winning the Quidditch trophy made Harry feel very happy, and this excitement lasted for at least a whole week.

As June approaches, the days become muggy and cloudless.

Everyone just wants to take a walk outside, throw down on the grass with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice, maybe play a game of pebbles or watch the giant squid dreamily move across the lake.

But they can't do this because the exam is getting closer.

Not only could the students not spend their time lazily outdoors, but they also had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer breeze outside the window and forcing their brains to work hard.

Senior students are working tirelessly to get a better job in the near future, especially the seventh grade students who are about to graduate.

"Hey, Maka, you must be good at taking tests, right?"

One day during lunch time, the beautiful Charlotte suddenly approached Maka with a smile.

"You know, the N.E.W.Ts are coming soon... I really can't do anything with it..."

"So you came to ask for help from a junior who is only in the third grade?" Maka took a bite of the apple pie and asked in confusion, tilting her head.