harry potter book of crimes

"Come out, Bellatrix."

Maka flicked her wand and dispersed the dust stirred up around her. She looked coldly at the desolate woman who had shrunk inside and said calmly.

"What are you going to do!" Bellatrix tossed up her long hair and stared at Maka with a pair of red eyes, with crazy colors flashing in her pupils.

"Don't you want to come out?" Maka asked coldly.

He doesn't even need to pretend. In his current state, with a sullen face and an expressionless look, he looks like a big... er, little villain who has no regard for all life.

Although he has been growing recently, his childlike appearance clearly reveals his age.

"Of course I do!" Bellatrix stood up suddenly, but kept looking at Maka's wand, with a fearful expression, "I am waiting all the time... waiting for the master to take me out! I have always believed that

The master will definitely come! He will not forget his loyal servant!"

"But...why did you let me out?" She looked at Maka with a fierce look on her face, as if she was looking at something extremely dangerous, and she was on guard every second.

Maka took a step toward the cell door, a cold smile on her face.

"Although I don't care what your master is going to do, there is no doubt that he has returned -"

"What! Really? Where is he?" Bellatrix was shocked by the news. She didn't even care that Maka was exuding a dangerous aura, and grabbed her like a pounce.

Card sleeves.

"I'm taking you to see him..." Maka didn't care about the dirty hands that tightly grasped his sleeves. He just said casually, "Want to see him? Want to go back to him.

--"

"Oh, I mean...Tom Riddle."

"How dare you call the Dark Lord by his first name! This is unforgivable——!" Bellatrix reached out and wanted to slap Maka in the face.

However, the next moment, she was flung out like a kite with its string broken, and hit the wall heavily.

"Then let's call him the Dark Lord..." Maka said nonchalantly, "The name is just a code name - in my opinion, anyone who changes his 'real name' randomly... hum..."

"Okay, follow me!" Maka didn't say much, turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor.

Not long after, when Maka appeared at the gate of Azkaban's fortress, many people had gathered behind him. Most of them looked sick, and it seemed that "happiness" had been far away from them for a long time...

But even so, the basic judgment of these guys is still somewhat residual. To say that they can survive in Azkaban for so long, which one of these guys is not a determined person?

However, when they watched Maka swatting away the dementors with a wave of her hand, without even using a wand. Whether they were crazy or a little sane, they couldn't help but have feelings for him.

fear.

In their view, Maka is simply a new generation of Dark Lord - even though Voldemort will always be an irreplaceable master in their hearts, the fear of power left a deep impression on them like an instinct.

"boom!"

Without saying a word, Maka raised her wand and released a bright fire. In an instant, it exploded high in the sky, tearing open the endless night sky above Azkaban.

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, fluttered from the distant sky. When they got closer, everyone realized that they were actually a Hippogriff and an incredibly large owl.

It was Buckbeak the hippogriff and his owl Marfa who were rescued by Maka.

Bakbika was holding a large package in his paws. Maka removed the fire as a signal and used a floating spell to fetch the package.

"One person each, come with me to the Quidditch World Cup match," Maka sneered, "Let's all have a good time! I think your master will like it."

The package was opened, and a bunch of broomsticks and many new wands that looked exactly the same were scattered on the floor with a clatter.

"For the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix yelled crazily, and there was a burst of echoing screams around her.

Dark clouds were gathering in the distant sky. It seemed that the heavy rain that had just stopped was about to descend on Azkaban again.

…

At this moment, Harry and the others were walking with difficulty along the dark and damp path towards the village. It was silent all around, and they could only hear their own footsteps.

As they passed through the village, the sky slowly became brighter, and the original darkness gradually turned into deep blue.

Harry's hands and feet were frozen. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They began to climb Stoat Mountain, and from time to time they stumbled over hidden rabbit holes or slipped on dark, slimy grass blades. They could not even breathe evenly to speak.

Every time Harry took a breath, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and his legs gradually became unable to move. At this moment, he finally found that his feet were on flat ground.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley said breathlessly, taking off his glasses and wiping them with his jersey, "yes, we arrived on time - ten minutes left!"

Luna was the last one to reach the top of the mountain. She looked a little weak - but Hermione just in front of her didn't seem to be much better.

"Now we just need to find the door key," Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses and squinting on the ground to look for it. "It won't be big... look for it quickly..."

Everyone was about to spread out to look for it, but Luna reached out and pointed.

"there."

"Oh! That's right!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass. "Miss Lovegood, you have such sharp eyes... I think if you go to Quidditch

The team must also be an excellent seeker!"

At this time, on the other side of the mountain top, the starry night sky highlighted two tall figures.

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling and striding towards the man who called him.

The others quickly followed.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard. In the other hand, the man held something that looked like a moldy old boot.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know him?"

"

Cedric Diggory, current captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team - of course they all knew him.

It can be said that many people are actually secretly grateful to this captain! Because after he took office, the "scoring maniac" McClain finally stopped playing - everyone was speculating whether he and Maka had something to do with each other.

What a grudge!

"Hi, hello." Cedric said, turning to look at everyone.

Everyone said "hi", even Fred and George, two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, said hello naturally.

Although Cedric can be considered a strong seeker, compared to Maka, his performance is nothing.

"It's a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Fortunately," said Mr. Weasley, "we live on the other side of the village. What about you?"

"You got up at two o'clock, didn't you, Ced? To tell you the truth, I really hope he passes the Apparition exam early. But... there is nothing to complain about... The Quidditch World Cup must not be missed, even if it has to be

I had to pay a bag of galleons - actually, I did spend that much money on the ticket. But I finally got through it, and it wasn't too difficult..." Amos Diggory looked at the Wei people around him kindly.

The three Sly brothers, Harry, Hermione and Ginny, "Arthur, are these your children?"

"Oh, no, the one with red hair is the one." Mr. Weasley introduced them one by one, "This is Hermione, Ron's friend - this is Harry, also Ron's friend -"

"Oh my god," Amos's eyes suddenly widened, and he even interrupted Mr. Weasley to introduce Luna, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Um - yes," said Harry.

Harry was used to people always staring at him curiously when they first met him, and used to them immediately turning their attention to the scar on his forehead, but this always made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course, Ced has talked about you," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about him playing you last year... I said to him, I said - Ced, this is the thing

When you are old you can tell your grandchildren how amazing it is... you defeated Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he said nothing. Fred and George both frowned again.

"Harry fell off the broom, Dad," Cedric muttered in a low voice with an embarrassed look on his face, "and most of the points scored that day were due to Maclean's activity..."

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off, right?" Amos said loudly and affectionately, patting his son on the back, "Our Ced is always so humble and gentlemanly... But

The one who wins is always the best, I'm sure Harry would say the same, right? As for that MacLean, he obviously didn't score as many points as you!"

"If Maka was the seeker, the game would be over in the blink of an eye..." Hermione couldn't help but mutter, "Well, I mean... that wouldn't be fun to watch, would it?"

"It's almost time," Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking out his pocket watch again and looking at it. "Do you know who else we are waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Fawcetts haven't got tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There's no one else in the area, is there?"

"As far as I know, there are none." Mr. Weasley said, "Okay, one minute left...we should all be in our places..."

At 5:07, the people who put their fingers on the old boots disappeared in the blink of an eye as the space shrank.