harry potter book of crimes

Due to an unexpected situation last night, Maka didn't make it to Tyrande's side after all.

And starting from today, it’s exam day.

Maka always gives people a nonchalant attitude towards exams. But this time, everyone felt that he seemed to be even more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of exam week, Maka sneaked away to Hogsmeade. After all, there was still some gold galleons from Tyrande that she hadn't gotten back!

However, it would be easy to say not to go; but this time, Maka felt more and more like she was wasting her time.

According to Tyrande, it will take at least half a year for him to leave, and during this six months, the right to sell the potion will return to Maka's hands - it's all money!

No matter what, he had to find a new seller to cooperate with, even if it was temporary, it was better than nothing.

Research on magic requires a large amount of gold Galleons to support him. As for Maka, who has long been accustomed to lavishing money on magic materials, it was really hard to adapt to it for a while.

And just the day before the exam ended, Cornelius Fudge appeared at school.

Fudge was still wearing his pinstriped cloak, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. He looked unhappy, and there were dark circles around his eyes.

At this moment, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam. Harry was looking at him with wide eyes!

"Hello, Harry!" Fudge said, "You just finished the exam, didn't you? It's almost over, isn't it?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and answered briefly.

Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, were not interested in talking to the Minister of Magic at all, and they walked around awkwardly behind him.

"The weather is really nice," Fudge said, his eyes falling on the lake, "It's a pity... it's a pity..."

He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures requires a witness to be present at the execution of a mad Hippogriff - and I just so happen to need to visit for something.

Hogwarts, they invited me to participate."

"That means the appeal has been heard?" Ron stepped forward and interjected.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning his head and looking at Ron.

"Then you might not be able to be a witness to the execution!" Ron said loudly, "The hippogriff might be fine!"

Before Fudge could answer, two wizards walked out of the castle gate behind him.

One is very old, like a withering old cucumber; the other is tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble on his chin.

And right next to them, Maka was walking calmly with them.

The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid's hut, then turned and said to Maka in a soft voice: "Ouch, ouch... I'm too old, I'm afraid I can't do such a thing...

…”

"This has nothing to do with age. Of course it's better not to do things you shouldn't do." Next to him, the tall man said coldly.

At this time, Maca shrugged and said, "I think that's right, Mr. McNeil."

…

Maka's last exam subject was Divination, and she happened to be ranked with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle Studies.

When Maka came to the front of the classroom, he saw many classmates sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the Divination classroom - everyone seemed to hope that they could hold Merlin's lap temporarily at the last moment.

"She wants to see us separately." Maka heard Neville talking on Harry's side, "Have either of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"

The queue outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As soon as someone came down the silver stairs, everyone else came up and asked quietly: "What did she ask? Did you pass?"

However, everyone refused to answer this question.

"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, something terrible would happen to me!" Neville came down the stairs, he walked towards Harry and Ron, and then said sharply.

The two people have now reached the ladder platform.

"That's right," Ron said scornfully, "You know, I'm starting to think Hermione was right when she said she was, she's an old liar."

"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was already two o'clock. "I just hope she can hurry up..."

Ron was next, and then Harry. When it was Maka's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

By the way, when Harry came down, he had a very surprised expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Maka stepped forward and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?"

"She just told me..."

Harry had just finished speaking when Professor Trelawney's voice came over: "Macca MacLean!"

"Uh, I want to go back soon -" Harry said hesitantly.

"No, right now." Maka interrupted him and urged, "Hurry up, it won't take more than a few seconds."

"Well... I think Professor Trelawney seemed to have made a real prophecy just now," Harry said, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, I'm not sure, but she just said...

"

"……say what?"

"She said-" "Mr. Maka McClain, are you here?"

Harry looked at Maka again, but Maka just waved her hand to tell him to leave it alone.

"She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, rose again, and became very powerful... She also said, 'There is greater filth that is about to return to the world with the return of the Dark Lord.'" Later

She spoke more and more vaguely, and I couldn't hear clearly..." Harry said, "But, it seems that Voldemort wants to..."

"I'm coming back..." Maka frowned and suddenly said, "Harry, remember to read the Occlumency Notes I gave you carefully and try to learn it as soon as possible."

His tone became serious: "Believe me, this is good for you and us!"

"But... why is this? What does that spell do?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Maka was about to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.

"...Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maka said, and then quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

…

When Maka arrived in the exam room, he immediately noticed that the tower room was hotter than ever before.

All the curtains here were drawn tightly, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and a nauseating smell filled the air.

Maca frowned and walked towards Professor Trelawney - she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"It's not a good thing to waste time." It seemed that she had been waiting for a long time, which made her expression a little awkward now, "...Well, look at this crystal ball, I will give you the time now...Then, you tell me

What did I see inside..."

Maka leaned over and took a few glances into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he could see nothing inside except the swirling white mist.

In fact, Maka has worked hard for divination for a long time, but he may never understand this subject in his life.

Maka took out a small potion bottle with her hand hidden under the edge of the table, and quietly pulled out the cork.

"Well..." Professor Trelawney asked on time, "What did you see?"

The heat in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle was evaporating quickly, at least faster than Maka imagined.

He then rubbed his nose and applied some ointment under his nose.

"Oh... I saw a, um... small thing with a long tail..." Maka said something casually - anyway, he has been thinking about Peter Pettigrew recently.

"What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about it..."

"..." Maka was waiting for the effect of the liquid to take effect, "I think that's a... mouse?"

"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap, "I think you seem to have seen...um..."

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes becoming blurry.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I think..." Trelawney squinted her eyes, her eyes becoming increasingly misty.

But not long after, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened and her eyeballs began to roll around.

"Is it really done?" Maka concentrated her energy and prepared to listen carefully.

However, the next moment, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes again, and fell asleep on the table.

Maka couldn't help pouting, and simply took the record sheet on the table, took out the wand and clicked on it twice. Suddenly, lines of prophecy records with the same handwriting as Trelawney's appeared automatically.

.

On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbeak's execution.

If this comes true, then at least his grades in the divination class this year will not be too bad.

Just as he put the record sheet back and was about to wake Trelawney up and make some random remarks, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice sounded under her arm.

stand up.

"Death... will always be with you... sin will dance with you... your fate will be intertwined with disaster... no... no!"

At this point, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her trembling, bloodshot eyes staring straight at Maka, and even a sickly flush appeared on her face.

"Don't - fight - open!" She shouted with a ferocious face and a strange voice that was both male and female.

The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, or like a dying person wailing. Maka couldn't tell whether she was warning him, or whether she was watching someone who didn't exist shouting randomly.

This is a true prophecy, but prophecies are never clear.