harry potter book of crimes

"There are no permanent friends or permanent enemies in the world, only permanent interests."

These famous words came from the mouth of Winston Churchill, the Muggle Prime Minister who led Britain to win World War II.

Obviously, as a two-time British Prime Minister, Churchill also had some contact with the wizarding world at that time. Because of this, if his words are applied to wizards in the wizarding world, they are actually equally applicable.

In today's era, the person who has interpreted his famous saying most "thoroughly" is probably the despicable Herbo.

Yes, what Haierbo wants is interests, and those interests that “only belong to him”!

He can use various means of coercion, inducement, and confusion to win over others for his own use, and he can also abandon and sacrifice his men without hesitation when necessary.

In his eyes, there is no so-called "friend" or so-called "enemy", because deep down in his heart, he is always the only one.

Oh no, maybe a long, long time ago, there were some people who entered his heart? Unfortunately, those people no longer exist now - they have long been eliminated by the rules of time to the point where nothing is left.

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"Helbo's magic reaction appeared... near Big Ben, not far from us."

Over at the dining table, the girl lowered her head slightly and stared at the more conspicuous star ornament on the map. You could see that it was moving little by little, sometimes glowing red, sometimes returning to its original silver color.

"Is Haierbo coming nearby?" Hearing this, the rock youth immediately smacked his mouth full of alcohol and said, "The last time his magic reaction appeared, it was in the body of that strange black humanoid creature, and it was hard.

After driving McClane out of London...then he should still be in that body this time, right?"

"That should be the case," the girl nodded and said calmly, "The big black guy is also in the same position. When the magic feedback appears, the stars are indeed with the big black guy."

"Tsk," when the young rocker heard this, he immediately shook the bottle in his hand and said, "I'm not going this time! Last time, I almost got discovered by that McClain when I tried to sneak in for a look!"

"Weren't we not aware of it?" The young gentleman at the coffee table said with a smile, "In terms of hiding ability, you are the best. If you don't go, who will?"

"Why don't you just don't go?" the rock youth said angrily, "That guy Haierbo is not a good guy. Now he has obviously got what he wants... Well, even if it may not be interesting, it's still time.

That’s a problem! If I were caught by him in the past, God knows what the result would be?"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them heard Fei from the other side of the dining table suddenly say:

"You might die."

Listening to these extraordinary and realistic words, the rock youth finally lost his temper and could only roll his eyes.

"Did you hear that?" He turned back and glared at the middle-aged gentleman. "With that guy's level of self-esteem, I guess he doesn't even think of us as human beings!"

"Okay, okay, I won't go if you don't want to go!" The middle-aged gentleman took a sip of coffee, and then sighed, "Fei, remember not to trigger those necklaces... Haierbo may not need us to do anything now, wait and see

Let’s talk about it based on the situation!”

"I know."

After the girl said that, she lowered her head again and continued to play with her little palm-sized doll.

But just a few seconds later, the rock young man sitting on the high stool at the bar suddenly said loudly:

"Fei! Look, did the red light flash again just now?"

Before he finished speaking, the girl raised her head again. But this time, her always plain face finally had a hint of solemnity.

"He's coming towards us...with the big black guy."

…

Maka also didn’t expect that there were really smart people under Haierbo. Unfortunately, under Haierbo’s strong oppression, they had no way to resist and could only use some overt and covert methods to gain more forms of judgment for themselves.

time.

But...of course, so-called "smart people" may not necessarily be kind people.

As for the three wizards who came together to work, what they wanted was to see who could kill whom between Maca and Haierbo.

Although in terms of consequences, they may hope that Maka can win this fight, but if Maka loses in the end, I believe they will support Haierbo without hesitation.

After all, following that guy carries great risks - maybe even their nominal "subordinates" will be killed as soon as he rises up.

However, that is better than standing on the opposite side of the winner and seeking death, isn't it?

Of course, no matter what, that will only happen after Maka and Haierbo actually decide the outcome. Judging from the current situation, he doesn't have to worry about more enemies appearing...

Unless Haierbo goes to personally speak and let the remaining men start to attack!

"Well, that's it."

At this moment, Maka was still staring at the crucible in the tent. When he found that the medicinal solution inside had almost condensed into a paste, he nodded to himself, and then extinguished all the flames under the crucible with a wave of his hand, converting it into

A piece of ice.

"laugh--"

With a burst of steam rising, the crucible quickly cooled down, and the ointment inside also turned into a state similar to ice cream.

After completing this last step, he picked up a special thermal insulation jar from the side and filled all the ointment into it with a wooden spoon.

"After the curse is lifted, he should be able to complete the task of regenerating muscle and replenishing blood by himself... After all, he is the dean of St. Mungo's, so that little thing will definitely be fine."

Maka muttered to herself, then put the medicine jar away, planning to go to the bed and sleep for a while while the night was still deep.

When passing by Harry and Ron, he noticed that they were sleeping soundly huddled together, and he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"good night!"

After saying hello silently, Maka turned around and walked inside. Without even taking off her clothes, she lay down on the soft quilt and prepared to just make do with it.

But at this moment, an abnormal fluctuation of magic power suddenly came from the pocket on his waist, causing him to sit up immediately again.

"...Is it that necklace?"

Maka quickly took out the box containing the cursed necklace, then opened the lid and took a look, only to find that the surface of the necklace had an inexplicable gray color visible to the naked eye.

What's even more strange is that he actually sensed a faint spiritual connection directly from the necklace, which extended all the way out of the tent.

"What... does this mean?" (To be continued)