harry potter book of crimes

In that cellar, all you can see is a frightening dark red color, the color of blood gradually drying up.

As soon as Maka opened the trap door of the cellar, a pungent fishy smell suddenly spurted out along with the air flow when the door opened. Even Maka couldn't help but frowned tightly.

"Heh heh heh heh"

Sure enough, there was an ordinary living corpse down here. When he saw Maka, he immediately roared. The sound was like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and his snoring made people feel goosebumps.

However, it couldn't jump out, and it didn't have the IQ to climb a ladder at all. So it could only jump from time to time, and at most it could barely reach the trap door above, and then it made the endless cry that Maka had heard before.

The sound of crashing again and again.

However, what happened here is obviously more than just "a person happened to be working in the cellar when he was transformed into a living corpse"!

First of all, the most eye-catching thing that Maka saw when she came to the backyard was actually not the firewood piled against the wall or anything else, but the two trap doors extending from the cellar.

Blood stains.

And coupled with the terrifying scene in the cellar, it seems that what happened here is not so unimaginable.

Perhaps, the living corpse that was in the cellar at first was not this living corpse, but an ordinary Muggle who was lucky enough to escape the first burst of gray fog.

Of course, what exactly happened outside at that time was definitely unknown to the lucky man.

However, this person's luck obviously ended there. Because before he could come out of the cellar, the family member who had unfortunately turned into a living corpse smelled the scent and came to the backyard.

Naturally, a living corpse would not be able to open the trap door, but the sound of it touching the door panel attracted the attention of the "unlucky lucky man" in the cellar.

The door panel was opened by the victim himself. Unfortunately, although the person who greeted him was indeed his family, it was a family member who transformed into a ruthless demon.

The living corpse of the dead fell into the cellar and launched a brutal attack on the living, turning the living into the dead again.

Thinking about it this way, the two bloodstains with obvious fingerprints in front of the trap door were probably left by the miserable lucky man who was dragged back by the living corpse by his feet when he tried to climb up the ladder to escape from the cellar.

Yes!

After all, if it had been left by the living corpse, the length of the blood marks left on the ground would have been enough for the guy in the cellar to crawl out from underneath.

"A person was lucky enough to escape the cellar that turned into a living corpse, but it turned out to be that person's burial place... I don't know what he was thinking when he almost escaped back to the human world, but was dragged back to hell in the blink of an eye.

What?"

Maka lowered his head slightly, watching the living corpse jumping and jumping at his feet, looking at the large red and black blood stains on its face, and couldn't help but murmured this softly.

To be honest, when he followed the sound, he actually planned to find such a living corpse that failed to "gather" in the center of the fog area to study it.

But now, he is no longer in that mood.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to wash away the sins of people who have become living corpses like Dumbledore! All I can do is to burn your incomplete soul to free you from this unnecessary filth.

It’s just the ability to escape from the body.”

It was not a very sincere apology, because Maka just said it casually. The next moment, a group of dark flames suddenly appeared in front of Maka, and then fell silently into the cellar.

"Bang"

The powerful soul flame completely devoured the living corpse in an instant, and burned it to the point where not even a trace of residue was left.

After Maka finished doing this, he suddenly turned around, tapped the ground with his toes and flew straight into the air.

"Well, it's almost time."

…

Charing Town is a small town located in the middle of Kent. It is small, has not many residents, and is almost entirely surrounded by wilderness and fields.

Even if people drive by here on weekdays, they rarely stop to take a look, because to be honest, this is indeed a very boring place.

But today, although there are still no living people visiting this small town, it has been crowded with countless living corpses. From the streets in the center of the town to the mountains and woods outside the town, it is crowded with people.

.

No one knows why they are crowded here, and no one knows when they will leave. Because under Maka's reminder, no one will come here to even take a look.

Until now, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed steadily on the edge of this army of living corpses that were as large as mountains and seas.

"Herbo!"

A loud shout, using the power of the amplification spell, spread unbridled around the area in an instant.

Maka knew that he did not need to hide, because it would be difficult for him to avoid Haierbo's perception when he arrived; and he did not need to be cautious, because if Haierbo really wanted to run, it would be difficult for him to stop him.

And more importantly...he didn't seem to notice the existence of Haierbo here.

"What? That guy Haierbo... gathered these living corpses into a pile and dumped them here to make it easier for me to clean them up?"

After being seriously injured, Haierbo's own magic power fluctuations will become difficult to suppress. Maka has confirmed this before at Hogwarts. So I don't find him here now, either he is really not here, or

It's just that he has recovered unexpectedly.

While thinking about this, Maka suddenly shook her head.

"The latter... is unlikely. He has already damaged the foundation of the demon body this time, but it will not be so easy to recover enough to hide the hidden ability from my perception." He secretly said in his heart, "This is also true.

that is……"

If he wasn't here, then where had he gone?

Maka thought about it and suddenly raised her hand casually. The shout just now did not call out Haierbo, but it had already provoked large swaths of living corpses nearby.

However, as long as Haierbo is not here, it is naturally impossible for Maka to be afraid of these ordinary living corpses.

However, when Maka was about to warm up these living corpses and bury them all in the ground like before, his hand suddenly stopped in the middle of performing magic.

"By the way, speaking of which, these guys can strengthen themselves in the fog! God knows this time, will the new batch of living corpses created by Haierbo not even be buried in the ground?"

Otherwise, why would Haierbo let them gather here like this? To Maka, they were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Oh, okay! Maka actually doesn't like this description very much.