harry potter book of crimes

"Who! Who is there?"

When one of the companions suddenly shouted loudly, all the dark wizards followed his line of sight and looked toward the stairs.

And it was when almost all eyes were focused on her side that Maka stepped out from the shadow behind the pillar.

Obviously, he did not hide deliberately because it was obviously not necessary at all.

"Are you asking me?"

He glanced at the first person who spotted him, seemingly casually, but soon returned his attention to the figure lying on the mattress in the middle.

That was Auror Tucker from the Ministry of Magic, and it was also the main reason why he came here.

Seeing this young man who seemed to have no regard for anyone present, several grumpy dark wizards around him couldn't help but raise their wands and were about to kill someone without saying a word.

But at that moment, one of them, a relatively calm male wizard, suddenly stretched out his arm to stop the impulsive companions.

"Are you...Maka McLean?"

"oh?"

Hearing the name suddenly come out of the dark wizard's mouth, Maka finally no longer just stared at Tucker who was infected with the plague curse, but turned to look at him.

"you know me?"

"Now, how many people in this world still don't know you? Even if they haven't seen it with their own eyes, they have already seen the magic photos in the newspapers!"

When the dark wizard who spoke Maka's name said these words, all the muscles in his body seemed to be tense all of a sudden, and he squeezed the wand in his right hand and made a squeaking sound.

And I have to say that his words are quite reasonable. Because once his companions were reminded by him, they immediately became quiet. Even the few who were impulsive, angry, and even a little neurotic just now were now

I was also quite nervous.

There is no doubt that in the hearts of dark wizards, Maka is definitely an existence that must be vigilant.

So at this moment, Maka's casual attitude formed a sharp contrast with the stiff postures of these dark wizards.

"Oh? So I'm already so famous?"

Under the close attention of so many people, Maka remained very indifferent, as if he felt that compared to certain issues, the importance of these people in front of him was really not worth mentioning.

"However, you all know me, but I don't even know who you are or what you are going to do. Isn't this a bit unfair? Tell me, what benefits has Haierpo given you? You have to come out for him if he commits a crime.

Working hard?"

These are obviously genuine modern dark wizards, and unlike those believers in London who turned into madmen, they have obviously not lost their judgment and act according to their own will.

Therefore, if Maka wants to deal with them, it will naturally be much easier than those guys who are directly controlled by Haierbo.

At the same time, these dark wizards who still have their own thinking must be much more principled and bottom-line than those lunatics. For example, now, when facing Maka, an unexpected uninvited guest, among them

Many people have begun to retreat psychologically.

Being a head-on enemy of this guy Maka McClain is not something that those of them who just want to speculate and gain profits are willing to do!

Therefore, the moment after Maka finished asking, a quick-thinking and slightly timid witch immediately spoke in a low voice.

"McLean...sir?"

The witch wearing a black velvet robe hesitated to use the honorific.

"We don't want to be your enemy. If possible, please let us go... In fact, we just don't want to be in the future."

Needless to say, this witch had to give in, because based on her knowledge of the many battles between Maka and Halpo, it was obviously unwise to antagonize such a strong person.

And, to be honest, she is actually very smart. Although she didn't finish speaking, Maka could easily hear what she meant.

"You want to say that you just don't want to eliminate all of you dark wizards as dissidents when Haierbo becomes the winner in the future?"

Although this statement is straightforward, the truth is true.

In the current confrontation between Maka and Haierbo, many people have actually seen that the latter has a slight upper hand. In this case, if ordinary people want to protect themselves, they must at least consider that Haierbo will truly become the final winner.

The situation after that.

And when all behaviors become a means of self-protection, other than saying they are selfish, what other reasons can other people use to condemn them?

It's a pity that Maka really has a reason to ask him not to let these guys go.

"It's a pity, madam, although you are very sensible and wise, have you forgotten something?" Maka looked at the other party and said, "When I came up, I had already seen the corpse... What do you think?

Can murder be easily forgiven?"

If Maka hadn't had time to see clearly who the figure lying on the ground was, I'm afraid it would be a different situation now.

But it was precisely because of this that the two sides were able to talk so calmly.

"No!" When the witch heard this, she immediately denied, "No...at least I haven't! I haven't killed anyone until now! It was all them...it was them..."

As she was talking, she suddenly realized that she might have said the wrong thing. When she subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the companions who had really suffered a fatal blow, she immediately saw several cold expressions.

His eyes are focused on himself.

"Samantha, what do you mean?"

Being so nervous and anxious that you rush to put aside the relationship and forget your own position will certainly arouse the hostility of many people present.

But having said that, now that things have happened, she doesn't seem to need to care too much about what these so-called "companions" think.

"Do you need to worry about what I mean?" She shouted to the male wizard who just asked, "I have indeed not killed anyone!"

Not far away, Ma watched them arguing endlessly and couldn't help but shake her head.

And at the same time, neither he nor the dark wizards obviously noticed that in the pile of rocks downstairs...

In an instant, a crimson light suddenly lit up on Ron's chest, under the tattered clothes. Then, only a slight cracking sound was heard, and a bright red light was heard.

It suddenly turned into a ball of strange golden and red flames.

But no one knows what happened to Ron right now.