harry potter book of crimes

Why hasn't he taken action yet? What is he waiting for?

Seeing that Maka had quietly appeared behind the other party, but just stood there without making any further movements for a long time, Old Werther was very confused.

But he didn't know that Maka was still troubled by that inexplicable strange feeling. Although his eyes were staring at the Halbo's subordinate in front of him, his mind was simply elsewhere.

"Yes, there must be something wrong...what did I overlook?"

Maka stood behind the sofa and just stayed there, silently meditating for a moment. It wasn't until the old man sitting behind the desk was waiting anxiously that he seemed to have come back to his senses, and stretched out his hand to go to her body.

A light tap on the back of the head.

Immediately, Old Werther saw the abominable dark wizard's whole body shaken violently, and then he fell down on the sofa as if he had lost all strength.

Maka didn't care much about this.

Under the somewhat astonished gaze of the old master of the house, he walked around to the sofa and pulled the dark wizard to the floor, and then sat down on his own.

"he"

"Oh, Mr. Werther, please stop talking."

Just as Old Werther was about to speak, Maka interrupted him.

"I have something to think about, so please be quiet for a while... Well, by the way, if your Werther family has a time turner, please go find it for me."

After saying this, Maka sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and folded her arms, and fell into thinking again.

"Time... converter?"

Perhaps most modern wizards are not clear about the principle of that thing, but Old Werther knows about the sand of material time that is naturally attached to the rules of time.

But it is precisely because of this that he understands better than most other wizards the horror of touching the rules of time.

"No, our Witte family doesn't have that kind of thing!"

"Really?" Maka said somewhat absently, "That's really bad news..."

Seeing that Maka had no intention of speaking again after responding casually, Old Werther could only calm down and continue to wait.

But who would have expected that just ten seconds later, the dark wizard who had been pushed to the floor by Maka suddenly moved slightly. Then the old master saw that there was already a wand in the other person's hand, and he faintly

Pointing to Maka on the sofa.

When he saw it, he was about to give a warning, but he didn't expect that Maka, who was still immersed in thinking, easily noticed the little movements of the person on the floor.

"Well?"

While looking slightly surprised, Old Werther and the dark wizard lying on the ground felt their eyes blurred, and then the wand had already reached Maka's hand.

"Has the soul been transformed by Haierbo? Well, no wonder...if there was no way to defend against the attack of soul magic, then he wouldn't be sent here."

Maka murmured softly, and waved the wand she snatched with her backhand, and a biting ice instantly enveloped the man on the floor.

There was a freezing sound of "clicking", and this time, it was obvious that the other party was completely unable to move.

And it was at this moment that Old Werther seemed to be unwilling to wait any longer, and suddenly said:

"McLean, are you planning to use the time turner to stop Helpo in advance? No, you can't do it. The rules of time have never been something that humans can touch!"

"According to some ancient documents in our Witte family, the order of time cannot be reversed, and there is no possibility of changing what has happened. Those wizards who try to disrupt the rules of time often end up missing, and no one knows where they are.

What happened in the long river of history..."

"Well, I know...huh?"

Maka, who was responding casually, suddenly seemed to notice something and let out a light sigh.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, what will happen to those wizards who disrupt time?"

"No, it's not this sentence," Maka immediately interrupted, "Go on to the previous sentence."

Old Werther didn't know what Maka was thinking, but since the other party asked, he could only recall:

"Are you asking...'The order of time cannot be reversed, and what has happened cannot be changed'?"

But Maka just nodded to herself and said to herself as if she was enlightened:

"The order of time cannot be reversed... That's right, it turns out I misremembered the order!"

Just as he was talking, Maka suddenly stood up from the sofa, waved at Old Werther and walked towards the door. As he walked, he thanked:

"Thanks to the reminder from the old gentleman... Well, I have to leave first. The guy on the ground is not dead yet, so you don't have to worry about being noticed by Haierbo. If you don't want to get into trouble, just stay as you are."

"Wait a minute!" Old Werther quickly stopped him and said, "There is also the matter of the devil summoning technique! If this guy completes this ritual, the entire magic world will be in trouble."

When Maka heard this, she just paused at the door and said without looking back:

"Needless to say, I already know all those things."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the study room closed silently, completely hiding Maka's back. Old Werther looked in the direction of the door, and his mouth, which was still half open, moved again, but finally closed it helplessly.

.

He already knows the horrors of demon summoning?

Really?

…

Putting aside the demon summoning technique, at least Maka now finally understands what the lingering strange feeling in her heart is.

Yes, he realized that he seemed to have misremembered the order of two things, thus overlooking an inconspicuous possibility.

I remember that at Nott's house earlier, Maka discovered that the time turner that the other party took out was a fake, and it was the product of the transformation technique that he used to exchange for the real thing.

However, the time when Nott and McNeil were taken to the Department of Mysteries by Voldemort to ambush him was long before he returned to the Time Hall to obtain the Time Turner.

At that time, there was no fake time converter he made in the cabinet of the Time Hall!

Thinking about it this way, the problem obviously became clear. Perhaps just as Nott's first reaction at the time was, Walton McNeil had indeed lied to him.

But maybe, McNeil didn't actually know that the time turner was a fake.

But no matter which possibility it is, Walton McNeil, as a staff member of the Ministry of Magic and a former Death Eater, has stolen a total of two time turners, so this is probably not lost.

Not long after, Maka hurriedly left the Witt family's mansion and soon returned to the alley in front of Nott's house.

"Tuk-tuk."

After reaching out and knocking on the door, he waited in front of the door for a moment, and then heard familiar footsteps coming from the door in front of him.

It was Nott's daughter Joy who came to open the door for him.

When the little girl saw Maka appearing outside her door again, she was somewhat confused for a moment.

"First, sir?"

"Is your father still at home? I have something to do and I have to find him again."

"Ah... um."

Probably because he saw his father's respectful attitude towards Maka, Joey didn't dare to shut Maka out this time. After hearing what he said, he immediately opened the door and stepped aside.

Seeing Joey's bowed and silent look, Maka patted her on the top of her head and then walked straight into the house.

"Mr. Nott, come down here for a moment! I still need your help with something."

Of course Mrs. Parkinson had gone back a long time ago, and there was no one in the living room at the moment. Maka stood still in the middle, raised her head and shouted upstairs.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "dong-dong-dong" running upstairs, and Nott hurriedly ran down the stairs from the bedroom above.

"Mr. MacLean? Why are you..."

As soon as he started speaking, he felt that it was inappropriate to say this, for fear that a careless wording would offend Maka. So although he complained in his heart, a slight smile quickly appeared on his face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

The ground turned and said:

"Well, I mean Mr. MacLean, is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Of course it's about the time turner," Maka said immediately, "I remember Miss Parkinson told me before that when Voldemort led people to ambush me at the Ministry of Magic, you and McNeil were among them..."

"No, no, there's no such thing!" Nott quickly denied, "I don't know if McNeil is, but I definitely haven't...really!"

Seeing his strong denial, Maka just waved her hand and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I have no intention of pursuing it. I just want to confirm whether McNeil's time turner was indeed stolen that time?"

"Oh, this..." Nott nodded hesitantly, "Yes, it was indeed that time."

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Maka repeated again.

This time, Nott obviously hesitated for a longer time, but he nodded again under Maka's gaze.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

After Maka heard this, she nodded slightly and said:

"That's good... In that case, take me to McNeil's house! If you can gain something this time, you won't have to go to Azkaban again."

Maka's promise was of great significance to Nott. When he thought that he might not have to stay at home like this in the future, he couldn't help but get excited.

However, all Maka promised was not to have to go to Azkaban again, right?

Looking at Nott, whose smile grew stronger and stronger, Maka immediately pointed in the direction of the door and urged:

"Let's go now! Lead the way... I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Nott hurriedly ran forward, saying eagerly as he ran, "Don't worry! Mr. MacLean, you will be there soon..."

Maka shook her head and immediately followed.