harry potter book of crimes

The smell of blood between your lips and teeth is so strong that it makes you want to vomit.

To be honest, this was the first time Hermione knew that human blood actually had such a salty, metallic taste.

From this point of view, the boss of Honeydukes who invented the bloody lollipop may have actually tasted blood himself.

Unfortunately, now is obviously not the time to admire others for their dedication and truth-seeking.

"Ahem."

Hermione staggered and walked forward with difficulty.

Although he had a chance to escape the fatal attack just now because he accidentally tripped and fell, the injury on his back that was scratched by a sharp claw still seemed to be quite serious.

But even so, she still couldn't stop. If she could choose to be killed on the way to escape, or to be killed when she fell to the ground and gave up, she would obviously prefer the former.

Because even if she knew that the chance of escaping was hopelessly low, at least she had worked hard for the hope of survival, right?

"Ahem... vomit..."

Suddenly, Hermione, who was losing too much blood, suddenly felt her legs go limp, and fell to her knees weakly. Then, she felt a surge in her throat, and then she couldn't help but vomited out a large mouthful of blood again.

"This time... it's impossible for Maka to come here in time, right? He's still fighting for everyone on the front line... Yes, that's good, that's it... ahem..."

Just as Hermione was lying in the middle of the road, gasping and coughing in pain, the whistling and flying sound that she had long been tired of hearing suddenly sounded again.

But this time, regardless of whether she could hide or not, she didn't have the strength to move even if she wanted to.

In her hazy consciousness, Hermione raised her hand slightly and mechanically shook the wand she had been holding in her hand. She didn't know whether to thank Maka for her repeated reminders and guidance. Even in this state, she could still rely on

The spell was cast reflexively based on muscle memory.

"Obstacles... many."

"boom!"

The barrier spell itself was very ineffective, but it still offset part of the impact for her. Then, with a moment of severe pain, she flew sideways into the field beside the road, and rolled far away before she could stop.

Down.

And while she was rolling around in embarrassment, something seemed to be thrown out from her collar around her neck, and there was a thin silver chain attached to it.

"cough"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and with a snap sound, it accidentally sprinkled on the necklace that he couldn't see what it was.

The next moment, Hermione only felt a strange and warm light emerging from in front of her, and then a vague figure suddenly appeared in her hazy vision, slowly walking towards her step by step.

She saw that with every step the other person took, the figure became clearer. When the person gradually came closer to her and slowly knelt down, she saw a picture that she had thought could not be seen in anything other than a portrait.

The face he had seen somewhere suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Professor D...Bullydo...ahem...?"

It can be seen that the face is not as pale and transparent as a ghost, but it is not as flesh and blood as a living person. It glows with a soft brilliance, making people feel as if it is far away, but also as if it is within reach.

And more importantly, there was a smile on this face that was even calmer and deeper than Maka's that Hermione felt extremely missed.

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

"Professor Dumbledore, how can I... see you again? Oh, this means... ahem... it means I am going to die, right?"

"Oh, no! I don't think so. Although everyone will die, of course you are no exception! But at least, you, who are kind and brave, should not die in this cold and dark place, with even a trace of

The light shines through the cold and cold place."

As she was talking, Hermione suddenly heard the whistling sound that deeply bothered her.

However, just when she caught a glimpse of a black figure swooping towards her from the corner of her eye, the illusive and real Dumbledore leisurely raised his hand.

His movements seemed slow, but in fact they seemed to be surprisingly fast. In just an instant, a large white brilliance spread out from his palm and swept across the mist.

When the strong but not dazzling light faded in an instant, all the flying zombies hiding in the mist fell to the ground with a clatter from mid-air.

Hermione glanced at the nearest living corpse that was just about to attack her, only to find that the pitch-black color on the other person's body had completely faded away at some point, and it had returned to its original corpse appearance.

"Professor Dumbledore"

After seeing what had just happened, Hermione, who was seriously injured, did not think of her injuries at all, let alone other questions she wanted to ask the other party. Instead, she hurriedly said:

"Professor, there are many enemies like this ahead. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Maka and Harry to eliminate them all... Since you can defeat them so easily..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, my child! Although it's not that I don't want to help you, I have already embarked on a path of no return."

As Dumbledore spoke, he flicked the pendant stained with Hermione's blood and said quietly:

"Look! Today's trip is obviously just a coincidence, and it is also the last gift I leave you. If nothing else happens, you will have to go on your own for the rest of the journey... Well,

perhaps."

I remember that Maka always said that Dumbledore, an old man, had never spoken a few clear words in his life, but Hermione didn't expect that the other man would become even worse after his death.

And just when Hermione wanted to ask something more, she suddenly saw Dumbledore suddenly stand up again and glance lightly in a certain direction.

"There is no more time... So, goodbye Miss Granger, please say hello to Maka for me! My gratitude and apology to him are more than the stars in the sky..."

Before she finished speaking, Hermione watched helplessly as the figure of the other party suddenly faded away. Immediately after, her vision went dark and she fainted completely.

…

"what?"

Not long ago, at the moment when Dumbledore waved his hand and purified all the flying zombies in the fog, Maka, who was paying attention among the zombies, turned around and glanced suddenly.

"Maka, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry asked, and he immediately shook his head and said, "You can disapparate to the church ruins at the entrance to Spiral Town and wait. Now! I have to do something."

When Harry left as instructed, he also ducked out of the way and suddenly disappeared from where he was.