harry potter book of crimes

Big Ben is still the same Big Ben. From the kicking of horse hooves in the past to the whistling of car horns in the present, it has been quietly realizing the passage of time by the Thames River.

And the square not far away is still such an inconspicuous square. Apart from the outstanding name of "Capitol Square Garden", it is just a shabby lawn with nothing on it, even on the edge.

There are several patches of gray-brown soil exposed here and there.

It has to be said that as a square located on an important traffic thoroughfare, there are still a lot of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here. However, it is obvious that the citizens who pass by here from childhood to adulthood are not even interested in taking a look at it.

Indebted.

Yes, let alone in this foggy and dangerous dawn.

So ever since Haierbo disappeared from here with his gang of miserable "apprentices", this square has finally become completely silent, as if even the sounds of distant fighting in the surroundings don't bother to reach here.

However, just when no one came to pay attention to this small square...or in other words, no one dared to approach this small square easily at dawn; the first ray of sunshine in the east struggled through the gray fog, hazy.

As this nightmarish city dimly lights up...

The center of the barren square suddenly appeared somewhat distorted.

And the next moment, silently, the distortion expanded in an instant, covering most of the lawn in the small square.

When the distorted space returned to calm, more than twenty figures suddenly appeared on the grass.

"Sin...requires more sin."

Those almost unanimous whispers seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, indifferent, without any emotion. If Maka saw this scene, he might feel it more than others.

But unfortunately, apart from the figures in the square in front of us, there is not a single person nearby. As for whether these guys can be called "people", I'm afraid it's hard to say.

And just after a few seconds of pause, the figures in the square immediately started to move, dispersed quickly and silently, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"snort……"

Suddenly, there was a cold snort in the center of the empty square. No one knew where it came from.

"A lot of time has been wasted in order to gather enough searchers to release them all at once... So, hurry up, hurry up... Let's go and let the ceremony enter the final stage!"

There is no doubt that that is Haierbo's voice. Under the seemingly calm whisper, it hides the most unbridled paranoia, arrogance and madness.

"I really can't wait..."

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"Black! Sirius Black's situation has changed!"

On the largest battlefield in London, Sirius and several other teams were cooperating with the fire dragon Norbert to launch a strong attack against the waves of crazy wizards ahead.

It must be admitted that the advantage a fire dragon brings to them is undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's resistance to magic power, which is almost second only to that of giants, and its extremely flexible flying ability, its impact on the ground is obviously very good.

And coupled with the fact that those madmen are just crazy, but not as wise as those black-eyed wizards, the situation here suddenly changed from "gradually becoming balanced" to "increasingly tilted" to their side.

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Barlow, who had been standing by to help attack the mad wizards, had actually begun to think that the end of this battlefield was about to come.

But who knew that at this moment, a loud shout came from the edge of the battlefield, which immediately aroused the thoughts of many people, not to mention Sirius, who was being called by the name of the Federation support wizard.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place here first, and I'll go see what's going on."

Although this moment is certainly a very important point in time, after all, this battlefield is about to be completely swept and cleaned up, and a number of "prisoners" have even been taken.

However, Sirius couldn't ignore the fact that the wizard behind him was at this moment. He had already seen the man staggering to the ground after shouting a few times, and it seemed that he didn't stop for a long time.

Can get up again.

"I understand, go ahead! You can rest assured that it is obviously unlikely that any more accidents will happen here."

"Well, thank you."

After nodding his thanks to Barlow, Sirius turned around and ran towards the back of the battlefield.

"Give way and let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already many people around the wizard who just shouted and ran over, and it seemed that there was also a healer brought by the Federation support team.

After everyone discovered that Sirius was coming, they immediately made way for him so that he could get to the wizard as quickly as possible.

So much so that at this moment, there were actually people in the crowd asking him to walk faster.

When Sirius saw this, he had a bad feeling.

As expected, he had not been able to see clearly from a distance just now. It was not until he saw it up close that he realized that the clothes of the male wizard lying on the ground breathing hard had been soaked with blood, and the original black wizard robe had been stained with mud.

Terrible dark red!

Next to the wizard, who was obviously seriously injured, the healer was checking his injuries.

"how's it going?"

Sirius squatted down beside him and asked immediately.

"Not optimistic... no, it should be said that it is very pessimistic." The outstanding therapist of the Federation frowned and said, "While he is still conscious, ask whatever you want to ask as soon as possible. After a while, he completely fell into a coma.

Maybe”

He didn't finish what he said, but what he wanted to express was already obvious. If the wizard in front of him was seriously injured and fainted, there was a high possibility that he would never wake up again.

But even so, the movements of his hands did not stop. He stretched out his wand and with a single wave, he completely tore open the clothes on the opponent's chest and abdomen, revealing an extremely horrific injury.

"Penetrating injuries... and crushing spells. The fact that I can persist in running here is the result of using magic potions to hold on."

While the therapist was speaking, Sirius just glanced at the huge injury subconsciously, and then leaned down to the side of the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Perhaps the shout when he ran over just now had consumed most of his energy, or maybe it was because the potion he used to hold himself up was wearing off, and the wizard was already breathing more out and less in.

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The short breathing and increasingly obvious muscle twitching made him look as if he might take his last breath at any time.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm saying?"

Seeing that he seemed to have no reaction, Sirius could only repeat it again. But this time, the other party finally moved his eyeballs, and a pair of slightly dilated pupils looked at him blankly.

"I...can't see anymore...Am I going...to die?"

"No, it won't be," Sirius shouted immediately in order to make the other party hear him clearly, "I have also been seriously injured! You should know that I was framed by that damn Peter Pettigrew. At that time, he almost

Half the street was blown up.”

"No need to lie to me, I just want to confirm... I know the injury I suffered." Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but said with difficulty, "Forget it. Black, use Legilimency... Legilimency... that's faster.

I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on... I won't be able to finish."

When Sirius heard what he said, he also knew that the matter might be more serious than he imagined.

In fact, even though Sirius was usually the kind of person who was not interested in other people, he still knew the identity of this male wizard.

This was the former ace dark wizard striker of the Spanish Ministry of Magic. He had just been recruited into the Anti-Dark Arts Office of the International Confederation of Wizards a few years ago. His combat abilities and experience in dealing with dark wizards were both quite outstanding.

Not to mention, this guy also brought a team of supporting wizards with him.

But now, that team was completely gone, and he himself was on the verge of death. Sirius didn't believe it if their team didn't encounter any very terrible crisis.

Yes, even if you bump into two black-eyed wizards at the same time, at least half of them should be able to escape, right? But now, the result can be said to be total annihilation!

"How long can his mental state withstand Legilimency?" Sirius did not hesitate anymore. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's not certain," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute at most."

Upon hearing this, Sirius nodded slightly, then decisively stretched out his wand and pressed it against the forehead of the striker who was almost certain to die.

Then, he leaned down again, stared into the other person's distracted eyes and whispered:

"Legilimency."

The speed of his thinking was extremely fast, not even a minute, not even thirty seconds. After a while, he straightened his upper body again, and his already frowning eyebrows tightened even more.

After he froze on the spot and digested the other person's memory fragments, he let out a breath with an extremely serious face.

"It's... too much. How could this happen?"

In those twenty seconds, what he saw was a massacre that looked like a hunt.

A dozen black-eyed wizards surrounded by unknown black substances swarmed in from all directions around the street where the team was located, from alleys, intersections, doors and windows... and even on rooftops.

In just a few breaths, sharp black thorns like spears rained down on the team, pinning all the team members including the elite striker who ran out last to the road.

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A penetrating wound on his abdomen was obviously caused by this.