harry potter book of crimes

"No! Kill me! Please kill me... I don't want to become a monster like them that only attacks others... Absolutely not..."

"boom!"

"Ah! You... uh, wait! I... I can move? I can talk?"

The witch who had just woken up and sat up from the bed bumped her forehead into Maka's nose, staggered a few steps back, and then sat down on the chair behind her.

He was seen holding his sore nose, looking helplessly at the overly excited survivor, and finally couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Yes, ma'am, you can move."

Hearing Maka's words with a strong nasal voice, the young witch who was in a state of shock suddenly turned her head, and a look of apology suddenly appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry...Sir, I'm sorry! It's me too"

"No, no, it's okay," Maka waved her hand and simply sat on the chair and replied, and then said with emotion, "Neville did a great job in preparing. The position of the chair is just right."

"Wha, what?"

Seeing that the other party was obviously confused and at a loss, Maka rubbed the bridge of her nose again, then forced out a smile and said:

"No, I was just talking to myself... Well, ma'am, do you feel okay?"

"Well...very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me...Although I couldn't move just now, I was indeed awake...Oh, that...because I was too panicked and bumped into you,

I'm really sorry."

Maka heard her apologize again, and she shook her head again.

"Ma'am, it's okay... I understand that people can easily fall into panic when they are clearly awake but completely unable to move. Maybe you think that is a precursor to 'living corpse transformation', but... well,

Although it cannot be said that it is wrong, at least in a short period of time, you will definitely not become like that."

"In a short time?"

The other party obviously heard the key point in Maka's words at once. Needless to say, anyone who knows that he may become a living corpse will definitely feel fear in his heart.

"Oh! Don't worry... Maybe you have already confirmed the current situation when you were in the fog of London. But I still want to venture to say that at least before you die, the situation you imagined will not happen.

After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called 'living corpse' to occur is that it must be the body of the 'dead'."

"Is that why it's a 'living corpse'...?"

The young witch who was sitting on the hospital bed in shock seemed to have finally calmed down a little after hearing this, and her thinking started to change again.

After she calmed down slightly, she frowned slightly again and said to Maka with a complicated expression:

"Although I have said it just now, I still want to solemnly thank you again. Without your help, I... to be honest, when I think about the feeling of being completely unable to move just now, I really can't do it even if I want to die.

…That’s really terrible!”

"Well," Maka nodded slowly toward the other party as if to comfort her, and then said frankly, "Madam... although there is something else I don't want to say, but in order to prevent you from panicking again in the future, I think you should

You must know something in advance. That is”

Having said this, Maka paused for a moment and gave the other party a little more time to prepare mentally.

Then, he continued:

"Madam, I think the situation you hate will probably happen again."

"What!"

"Don't worry, listen to me." Maka raised her hand to signal her not to be nervous, "What I want to tell you is that if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because it is only temporary. I will arrange for someone to

I will take special care of you here, and when the time comes, they will notify me in time to come over and wake you up again like they did just now."

"Ah...really? This, in this case..."

The witch on the hospital bed was hesitating. Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she stared at Maka's face and froze. After a moment, she whispered hesitantly:

"Excuse me...are you...Mr. Macca McLean?"

"Well," Maka smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's me."

"Oh! Is it really you?" When the other party saw Maka admitting it, her expression immediately changed, and she suddenly said excitedly, "Mr. McClain, if it's you, I'll be relieved! Thank you! I understand.

I will cooperate well with the treatment!"

"Yeah?"

Facing this survivor whose mentality suddenly changed, Maka couldn't help but be slightly startled, then nodded with a smile and said:

"Anyway, it's good if you can calm down... By the way, do you still remember the specific circumstances of the battle that caused you to be seriously injured? Especially the state of the living corpses and the feeling they gave you

such as"

Before Maka could tell all the questions he wanted to ask, his expression suddenly froze for a moment. Then he turned his head as if he noticed something, and moved his gaze in a direction where no one was.

"Mr. MacLean, what's wrong?"

"Oh no, it's okay." When he heard the other party asked, he immediately shook his head, but soon thought about it and said, "Well... forget it, this matter is actually related to you, I still say

Take a moment! Just now, your companions hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Auror rescue team of the Ministry of Magic is taking them out of London."

"Really? That's... great!"

Although it was unclear why Maka suddenly knew about this, after knowing that he was Maka McClain, the lady obviously became convinced of his words.

Combined with her pure panic state just now, to be honest, Maka felt that this witch was a little too innocent.

"Anyway"

Considering that the other party has experienced such a thrilling experience, and his mood has changed too many times just now, I am afraid that his mental state is much worse than it appears.

Macca thought for a moment, then stood up first and said:

"Madam, please take a good rest first! Don't worry about anything. Just relax and have a good sleep here. After I finish handling some things, I will come over to see you... Oh, and that person and you

The Muggle lady who escaped together has also recovered, don’t worry!”

He did not mention that his companion was next door, he just mentioned it and left the observation room.

After he closed the door and cast a protective spell on the door, he leaned against the wall in the slightly dark underground corridor outside to sort out his thoughts.

Not long after, I saw him looking in the direction of London again, with a complex expression on his face that I couldn't tell whether he was relieved or anxious.

"Tsk...is it better to go there in person?"

At that moment, he felt that his connection with the Silver Eagle Patron Saint was almost severed.