harry potter book of crimes

Harry lay straight on the bed, eyes wide open and breathing heavily, as if he had run a full marathon.

Just now, he woke up from a very vivid dream and pressed his hands tightly on his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning and painful, as if someone was pressing hard with a red-hot iron.

on his forehead.

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and fumbled with the other hand in the darkness to get the glasses on the bedside table. He put on the glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer, and the light of the street lamp outside the window came through.

The curtains cast a hazy orange-red soft light into the bedroom.

Harry touched the scar again with his fingers. It still hurt terribly.

He turned on the desk lamp next to him, got out of bed, crossed the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was also looking at him. Under the messy black hair was a pair of green eyes full of confusion. Harry looked at the scar on his forehead more carefully in the mirror, and couldn't see it.

Nothing was wrong, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry tried his best to recall the scene in his dream.

He often had dreams on weekdays, but none of them were as vivid as tonight... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to remember...

A dim room vaguely appeared in front of his eyes... The fire in the fireplace was not very bright... A man wrapped in black mist... and a young, gentle, and steady voice... He always felt that

I heard it somewhere before.

"...Tom Riddle?"

Harry suddenly thought of the thrilling experience he had in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in his second year.

"Could it be that...it's Voldemort!"

When I think of this guy, I feel as if a piece of ice has slipped into my stomach...

He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to recall Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't... Harry only saw the back of a figure sitting on the sofa, and he was exuding an indescribable and strange aura.

In the dream, he only felt an inexplicable fear, and then he suddenly woke up... Maybe it was because his scar suddenly felt severe pain?

Also, who is the old man at the door?

At that time, the guy covered in black energy went to open the door - there must be an old man there, and Harry saw him fall to the ground...

Alas, it's getting messy.

Harry buried his face in his hands to prevent himself from seeing the scenery in the bedroom, trying his best to immerse himself in the dimly lit room.

However, it was like trying to hold water with both hands. The harder he tried to grasp those details, the faster they slipped through his fingers... Voldemort and the weirdo just talked about Wormtail.

It seems that we also talked about... Maca!

"Maka?" Harry was shocked by what he recalled. "What happened to Maka? Why did you mention him...and where is Voldemort?"

He suddenly lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he thought he would see something unusual.

The room looked a little messy as always.

There was a large wooden box at the foot of his bed, open, revealing a cauldron, a broomstick, black robes and various spell books, which Harry read before going to bed last night. The words in this book

The pictures were constantly moving. Young men in bright orange-red robes were riding on broomsticks, flying around and throwing red balls at each other.

He didn't look at the things that were familiar to him. Instead, he walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street below.

"Are there any of those...shabby old houses on this street?"

Privet Drive looked exactly like what a respectable suburban street should look like on a Sunday morning. The curtains on both sides of the street were tightly drawn. Harry looked over in the darkness and couldn't see a living thing, not even a single thing.

There was no sign of a kitten.

However... However...

Harry returned to the bed uneasily, sat down, and stretched out a finger to touch his scar. What bothered him was not the pain of the scar, Harry was used to pain and injuries.

He was just worried about what kind of relationship this pain had with Voldemort?

"...Scar...Voldemort...Maka..." Harry suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the wooden box, "Maka?"

He suddenly remembered what Maka had said to him, and then he remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy about Voldemort's return.

He remembered that Maka repeatedly asked him to go as soon as possible...

Thinking of this, Harry immediately jumped up from the edge of the bed, walked quickly to the big wooden box where the things were placed, and quickly rummaged...

"The notes... the notes... are there!"

Looking at this thick notebook, Harry couldn't help but think back to the Christmas of the year he first entered Hogwarts. At that Christmas dinner, Maca sent a large number of owls to bring various kinds of food to many people.

Such a Christmas gift.

What Harry obtained was the notebook he was holding now with "Occlumency" written on the cover.

"However, most of the books here are about various principles of magic..." Harry said with a bitter face, "It's like taking a Charms version of the history of magic class..."

He looked helplessly at his bedroom again, and his eyes fell on three birthday cards - those were sent to him by his three best friends last year.

Speaking of which, my birthday is coming soon this year.

"If I wrote to them and told them that the scar hurt, what would they say?"

His mind was immediately filled with Hermione's fussing and fussing voice...

"Your scar hurts? Harry, that's not an ordinary thing... Write and tell Dumbledore quickly! I'll check "Common Magical Ailments"... Well, maybe we should also ask Maka...

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Yes, Hermione would definitely suggest this: go find the principal of Hogwarts quickly and look up the answer in a book. If that doesn't work, she will consider whether to add some trouble to Maka.

Harry sighed and stared out the window at the heavy dark blue night sky.

Maka is a very prophetic person and has always been reliable. Although he always seems busy, as Hagrid said, he always brings warmth to everyone in many details.

In fact, they are always under Maka's care. For example, now, he seems to have thought of situations that even he himself has not thought of.

Harry thought about it, and finally opened the notebook and read it.

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But just when Harry was forcing himself to study, Hogwarts looked deserted. During the holidays, the school suddenly became empty. And at dawn, it was even more silent.

Suddenly, a small figure walked out of the castle and walked slowly towards the greenhouse.

With a soft "click", the door of the seventh greenhouse was opened. The figure walked into the greenhouse without hesitation and came to an area that was tightly covered by black cloth.

A corner of the black cloth was quietly lifted, and the figure walked in calmly.

As if he felt that the extra wide pointed hat on his head was a bit obstructive, his owner gently took it off and placed it on a small shelf on the side.

Suddenly, a head of dazzling white long hair suddenly fell down. The hair was very long and spread all the way to the crook of the legs.

She shook her head casually, and then reached out to tuck the ends of her hair behind her ears. Immediately, a delicate and lovely face that was not often seen was quietly revealed.

This is Willy Blois, a special hidden existence in the French Blois family.

Willie calmly looked directly at the flower buds in front of her. What was surprising was that she seemed not to be affected by this special magical plant called "Mystery Crystal" at all.

She stretched out a delicate little hand and caressed the flower bud; then, she took out a thick notebook from the bag slung behind her.

This is the herbal medicine notebook given to her by Maka, which contains many research records and conjectures about the "mystery crystal" that Maka wrote down before she was taken away.

Willy took out her wand, cast a wand glowing spell, and then read it carefully.

Time passed little by little, and the darkness before dawn soon faded, and the sun peeked out from the east mountain. But because the place was surrounded by black cloth, not much light penetrated.

But at this moment, Willy suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at the flower buds, as if waiting for something.

Slowly, little bits and pieces of crystals gradually shone on those flower buds, becoming brighter little by little with the rising sun outside.

After a while, the flower buds slowly opened.

As the petals of one of the "mystery crystals" unfolded, one after another, all the buds spread out, and those crystal colors like starlight made the entire surrounding space as beautiful as a fairyland.

And the influence of this flower on living things reaches its true peak as it blooms.

But for some reason, Willie was still not affected in any way. She just looked at those beautiful but dangerous flowers quietly, and sometimes carefully recorded something with a pen.

At this moment, the flowers began to crystallize from the stamens, and in a moment, it spread to the entire plant.

It can be said that until now, they have truly become the rare "mysterious crystal flowers" in ancient times. Willy gently picked off one of them, and it actually made a crisp sound like glass breaking.

"...When others are fascinated by you, what are you...thinking about?" Willy said the most complete sentence so far intermittently.

Her eyes looked confused, but in an instant they gradually returned to their usual calmness.

"Maka said you are in danger..." Willie looked down at the note that Maka gave her and asked herself blankly, "...what about me?"

She casually placed the crystal-like flower on the page, lost in thought as usual.