harry potter book of crimes

"Let's all unite -"

“Let’s unite!”

"We are not pacifists—"

"Not a pacifist!"

"Swing the stick, shake the stick, point the tip of the stick to the target——"

"Swing the stick, shake the stick, point to the target!"

"Very good, let's do it again; pay attention, this time we should recite the spell! Floating into the sky -"

"Floating into the sky!"

In the principal's office of Durmstrang College, the current principal Karkaroff is reviewing some documents.

Since the last time Maka pointed out a "bright road" for him, he has become much more diligent than before. There are many documents that he did not pay much attention to before, but now he has begun to think seriously and write down comments.

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Although he still had a wrong idea in his mind - it was nothing more than using his position to attract people's hearts, at least he had begun to take seriously the various responsibilities of "Principal of Durmstrang College".

However, the person who made him make this change seemed to be a bit out of his element.

At this time, just outside the window behind Karkaroff, a huge rock that was moved from nowhere suddenly appeared there.

But Karkaroff, who was concentrating on reviewing the documents, was completely unaware of this.

"Okay, pay attention to cooperating with each other and maintaining balance, 3-2-1-! Very good, you can let it go!"

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly sounded from outside the window. Karkaroff was startled. The quill in his hand made a "chi" sound and drew an ink mark on a document that "stretched through the back of the paper".

"Remember, this is the power of unity!" Maka clapped her hands and said loudly, "Okay, everyone, take a rest."

"Is this the kind of application you are talking about?" After everyone began to rest in place, Klum, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, asked impatiently.

"Yes, this is actually the same principle as using the floating spell to fly. As long as each person only controls a small part of the body, the entanglement and interference of each other's magic power can be avoided to a large extent."

"Wouldn't that mean——"

Maka waved her hand and said casually: "Don't think too much, this is just a training to increase everyone's confidence and learn teamwork. In fact, just lifting this boulder is already very difficult.

It’s a matter of fact, and it doesn’t have much practical use.”

After saying that, Maka clapped her hands again and asked everyone to line up again.

"The rest time is over! Next is the quick spell casting practice in dueling! Everyone, recall what I explained before, and then try them one by one! The first row is ready-"

After a while, waves of crooked red laser light suddenly appeared behind Karkaroff, shooting away in the distance in a parabola shape.

Karkaroff looked at the principal's office, which was illuminated by red light again and again, and was so angry that he threw his quill on the floor.

He only has one wish in his heart right now, that is, he hopes that Maka can finish his work as soon as possible, and then run away as far as possible!

That night, Maka carried a dead frog to the edge of the big lake behind the school.

In the past few days since he came to Durmstrang, he would often come out at night and sit here for a while. And this is still the case today.

He first placed the dead frog in his hand on a wet rock by the lake, and then took out a small tin box from his sleeve. He opened the lid and placed it next to the dead frog.

Suddenly, a dozen nimble little guys quickly climbed out of the box and scurried over to the dead frog to eat.

These are the egg sacs that Aragog the Acromantula gave to Maka. They had hatched out in Azkaban some time ago.

At present, these spiderlings are still quite small, but they are obviously two or three times larger than when they were first hatched. Looking at this amazing growth rate, I am afraid that it won't be long before a shrinking spell can be used to bring them with you.

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Probably because they had been together since they were born, they seemed very close to Maka. After they ate the dead frog until no scraps were left, they crawled onto Maka's hand together.

"The characteristics haven't been revealed yet. When we grow up, it's time to test the practical results..." He was talking to himself, but he seemed to notice something in the next second, and suddenly turned his head to the right side.

Looking out into the woods.

"Come out!"

As Maka spoke, she reached out to the iron box, and the spiderlings immediately crawled in on their own.

"Hello, Mr. MacLean."

As the voice sounded, a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak walked out of the woods. It could be seen that some lingering black air was faintly leaking from both the hood and the sleeves.

"Is it you?" Maka immediately recalled the guy who attacked Dumbledore with him.

The other party ignored Maka, but continued in a stiff tone, "Master hopes to see you, please come with me."

"Master? The Dark Lord?" Maka said calmly, "As far as I know, your master and I have some grudges! Do you think I will go?"

"This is an order. If you don't come with me, then I will have to take you away."

He spoke dryly, without any smoothness in his words, as if he was a robot.

"How are you going to take me away?" Maka raised an eyebrow, shook her right hand, and the wand slid accurately into his hand.

The man reacted very quickly. He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot and immediately rushed straight towards Maka at a speed that caught people off guard.

But Maka also moved very quickly, a burst of blue-green sparks flashed, and the opponent slowed down at a speed that could be discerned with the naked eye... No, it was just the cloak that slowed down!

At that moment, a dense mass of black energy broke open the cloak and headed straight for Maka without slowing down.

There was a loud bang, and the rock under Maka's feet was smashed into pieces by the opponent.

"An enhanced version of Peter Pettigrew?"

Maka controlled the gravel under her feet and hung it steadily in mid-air, thinking thoughtfully.

But the other party obviously wouldn't let him stop there and think about it. After smashing the rock, he suddenly turned and dragged a long black gas tail, flying directly towards Maka in mid-air without any support.

Maka calmly controlled the gravel to move a few feet sideways, accurately avoiding the oncoming black air mass, and stared at it without blinking.

"What on earth is that black energy?" He kept thinking, but still gained nothing.

After the opponent went back and forth several times without hitting Maka, he seemed to change his strategy and fell back to the ground and returned to his human form. It seemed that he couldn't fly without being in that black air mass state.

Seeing that the man was covered in black energy, he looked almost exactly like Peter Pettigrew. But obviously, this man was more difficult to deal with than Peter, because he could think more or less, instead of relying solely on brute force to fight.

The next moment, the opponent raised his right hand, and the black air wrapped around his arm seemed to be alive, dispersed and turned into more small black air balls, continuously shooting towards Maka.

Maka immediately fell vertically, drawing all the black air to the ground. But when those small black air balls hit the rocks on the ground one by one, they seemed to have no magical properties, and just smashed out on the rock surface.

There were cracked holes as big as fists.

This prevents Maca from collecting any useful information at all.

"Since this kind of black energy can greatly fuel the flames of Li Huo Bottle, it undoubtedly has a very high magic power content; however, the only physical effects it can cause?"

Regarding the nature and principle of this black energy, Maka felt a little helpless.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, another voice suddenly emerged from the forest.

"McLean, stop it!"

When Maka heard this, she immediately retreated for a long distance. Seeing that the other party also stopped, she turned back and looked into the forest.

"Professor Snape?"

The visitor shook his greasy hair, and his sallow face was not very clear in the moonlight. Only his empty and cold eyes were memorable.

Snape looked back and forth between the two people who had made a temporary truce with a gloomy expression, and said impatiently: "McLean, if the master wants to see you, then you can just follow him. Why do you want to fight with him?"

Maka pouted and put away the wand.

"Okay, I'm just a little bored and want to test this guy's strength - since Professor Snape is here too, can't you come out earlier?"

Snape snorted coldly, walked quickly to Maka, and disapparated with him without saying a word.

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The Riddle Mansion still looked quite dilapidated.

It was full of cobwebs, spotted awns, and all the other things you would find in an old house, which made it look like it was in pretty bad shape.

But the study in Riddle House had a completely new look.

The place has been cleaned up, and the space has even been expanded with the Traceless Stretching Curse, and all kinds of gorgeous furniture have been put in. Near the door, many Death Eaters are sitting on the sofas, and they occasionally talk to each other.

sentence, but most of the time he is silent.

The reason why they were silent was naturally the handsome and sunny-looking young wizard sitting at the back of the room.

There was only one person left beside him, and that was his most loyal follower - Bellatrix Lestrange.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, McClain is here."

At this time, the Death Eaters sitting on the sofa all sat up straight, and without exception, their eyes were looking towards the door that was still closed.

The young wizard sitting at the end of the room also raised his head, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his deep eyes made people unable to guess.

"Come in quickly! Severus...and, my old friend, Maka McClane."