harry potter book of crimes

"Click... click... click..."

Before she even opened her eyes, Maka heard a regular soft sound echoing in her ears, as if someone was tapping cautiously on the table not far away.

Since he had just woken up, his consciousness was still a little hazy. After listening vaguely for a moment with his eyes closed, the memories before coma flooded into his slightly dry mind like a flood.

"Wow." "Hmm."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, and then he couldn't help but frown. Because he immediately felt a sharp pain coming from his right arm. Compared with that, several other pains on his body seemed like pain.

It's nothing at all.

"Helpo...huh? Wait, this is the ward of the school hospital?"

Although the pain caused him to frown slightly, compared to his physical condition, the current environment was obviously something that needed to be confirmed as soon as possible.

As for where exactly this place is...

It's unmistakable. After the scene in front of me gradually became clear from blur, the white bedding, the stone-carved beams and columns with a sense of history, and the fence windows with black wooden strips crisscrossed... all showed that

This is indeed the school hospital of Hogwarts.

For Maka, whose memory is still about withstanding Haierbo's counterattack and being knocked away, what exactly happened during her coma is undoubtedly something that needs to be understood urgently.

After all, even with Maka's mind, he couldn't imagine how he survived in such a desperate situation at that time.

"Professor McGonagall?"

There was no one in the ward, but the soft noise in the corridor outside had been ringing non-stop since he woke up. So even though his magic power was slightly exhausted, he still tried his best to sense it.

And just after he spoke, the "clicking" sound outside finally stopped, and then a figure walked in quickly from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Maka, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet."

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall who had obviously gone through a lot of changes during this period, Maka even though her right arm was in unusual pain, she still stretched her brows and smiled softly, "It's okay, I have sense... It's Professor

You treated me, right? Thank you!"

He looked down at his right arm, whose skin was as smooth as a newborn child's, but still limp and limp, and then glanced at his left arm, which had no feeling at all until now, and then raised his head again.

From his expression at this moment, there seemed to be no depression in it.

"Professor, can you explain to me what exactly happened when I didn't know it? Also, how long has it been since I was in coma?"

Hearing this, Mag nodded immediately, and then sat down on the stool beside Maka's bed.

"It didn't take long, only about half an hour... When I saw you being seriously injured by that Haierbo blow, I really thought everything was going to be over. To be honest, Maka, I think I have to tell you first.

Sorry! If it weren’t for me then”

"Professor McGonagall, it goes without saying... you just misjudged Haierbo's strength, that's all. In fact, at that time, I also didn't accurately estimate the gap between my current strength and his.

It resulted in a stupid fiasco."

After laughing at herself a little, Maka, who couldn't move her arms, could only curl her head and said:

"Professor, just tell me what happened after I fell into coma! What happened?"

"Well," Mag gathered his thoughts for a moment, then recalled, "The turning point started when a bird who called himself 'Eagle Lord' appeared..."

This was the first sentence, and Maka's expression immediately became extremely serious.

…

Obviously no one knows about the fact that Maka and McGonagall were once in danger at Hogwarts except Halbo. Of course, whether Halbo can still be regarded as a "person" now, that's the first question.

Don't think about it anymore.

And when Maka's side had just escaped from a near-death situation, the wizard team on the front line of the resistance against the zombie army gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely engulfed the group of living corpses. Fighting under this condition, our disadvantages have obviously increased a lot. In fact, although the previous conservative combat orders have been completely conveyed,

But the casualty rate does not decrease but increases... We need a countermeasure!"

"Ok, I know."

At the rear of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved with the repeated retreats of the clearing team. But even if Maka's decisive decision in advance ensured room for retreat, if this continued, they would almost be unable to retreat.

After all, population migration in Muggle towns along the route also takes time.

"call"

Kingsley thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Immediately send someone back to Spiral Town to see if Sirius has gotten any clues from the alchemist... By the way, also convey the current predicament to Lupin. It would be better if Maka is there...

go quickly!"

"Understood."

The newly transferred assistant was immediately ordered to leave and disappeared from the spot.

Kingsley looked at the position where the other party left, and his expression became worse and worse. Because as far as he knew the bad news, it was not just that "the fog completely enveloped the group of living corpses".

Since not even one of the two teams of Aurors who had volunteered to investigate after discovering the fog had returned, this naturally led Kingsley to make even worse assumptions.

For example... maybe from the beginning, there were a group of enemies in the fog that he didn't know about. But by now, those enemies who must have good combat power have probably already been in the fog with the original group of living corpses.

Is it merged among them?

Nowadays, not only the enemy's situation has become unclear due to the fog, but also the fallen living corpses will be revived again and again due to the mysterious effect of the fog.

Coupled with the very likely presence of another group of enemies, the chance of failure in this gambling-like clearing operation has become increasingly high.

"If it really doesn't work..."

As the commander-in-chief on the front line of the battlefield, some of Kingsley's persistence suddenly loosened slightly. But soon, he shook his head vigorously, frowned and muttered:

"No, even if the situation of the suppression team will become more and more dangerous, it cannot be a reason to abandon those innocent Muggle civilians."

That being said, even if they all risk their lives to hold on until the last person, the outcome after failing to resist the zombie army will not be much different from returning to defend Spiral Town now.

The Muggle world will definitely suffer great losses, and will eventually evolve into the most uncontrollable state where Muggle military power and magical warfare are mixed.

As for what the entire war situation will turn into by then, even Haierbo, who is the instigator, may not be able to predict it.