harry potter book of crimes

If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you must start from the root cause. If Haierbo is not eliminated for a day, no matter how many zombies Maka destroys, it will only give the opponent more reasons to create more zombies.

In the end, Maka still did not take action against the group of living corpses all over the mountains and plains. Considering many reasons, he finally decided to just trap them there first, and then deal with them after he figured it out or found Haierbo.

Of course, according to his habit, it goes without saying that he would leave some back-ups there.

And after staying for a few hours, when Maka spent a lot of energy touring the entire Kent County and returned to the original camp, many wizards from the Blois family who saw him return discovered that he

He didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

"Mr. MacLean."

The witch in charge who had been staying in this camp saw Maka appearing here, and immediately rushed to meet him and said hello to him.

"Well," Maka nodded slightly towards her, "it's still the same. Don't get close to the central area of ​​the fog, just the area near Charing Town. You can continue to explore and investigate the rest of the places according to the original plan. Although I spent a lot of time this time

I took some time to scan the entire county, but after all, my energy was limited and I couldn't implement more details."

"Uh... Okay, Mr. McClain, I will convey it to the leaders of all camps."

Probably also realizing that Maka was in a bad mood, she responded cautiously and quickly turned around to do something.

Maka looked at her trotting away in a hurry, subconsciously touched her face, and then couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile.

Yes, it was indeed quite unpleasant for him to be unable to find any trace of Haierbo in the fog today. Even if he had actually expected it, this result was equivalent to a bigger

The trouble is a development that he does not want to see.

Haierbo is not here, which means that the difficulty for Maka to find him has skyrocketed.

And in the future, the longer time passes, the higher the possibility that Haierbo will regain his strength, until the latter returns to his unmatched peak state.

At that time, it will not be that he is looking for trouble with Haierbo, but that Haierbo will come back again and set off a new wave of disasters that are difficult to stop.

"So, where should we go to find him next?" Maka sat down casually on the log beside the campfire, frowning slightly and thinking, "London? Well... you can go and see it.

Look, but it seems unlikely...otherwise, how about we go to the Change and find a way to get Trelawney to prophesy again?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head again.

"Forget it! Instead of looking for her, why not take some time to visit the current centaurs tribe..."

Of course Maka still remembers that Firenze mentioned the invitation from their current patriarch in front of the ruins of Hogwarts Castle not long ago.

"...Well, let's go then!"

Before he finished speaking, he stood up again.

…

"Oh? Didn't you deal with it immediately?"

Let's move the time forward a little. Just as Maka left the countless living corpses near Charing Town, a figure wearing a cloak and wrapping himself tightly happened to be somewhere somewhere unknown.

Footsteps stopped in a dirty alley.

Under the hood, the hoarse voice made people feel uncomfortable.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Since you don't accept this gift from me, that's it... After all, the point is not there, right?"

After saying this, the strange-looking cloaked man stepped out again and continued to move forward along the alley slowly and steadily.

Not long after, he walked out of this narrow, damp and dirty alley and came to the street outside. However, rather than saying that it was a "street", it might be better to say it was a larger alley.

More accurate.

Because, this place is actually just as dirty, ugly, decadent, and makes people reluctant to approach it.

But this place is actually a place where a group of homeless people live in this city. It is a "slum" nearby.

"Bang!"

On the side of the "street" filled with sewage, a ragged, skinny man suddenly walked toward Haierbo who was passing by, but Haierbo instantly kicked him away.

He didn't use too much force, but even so, that casual kick had already broken several of the man's ribs. After he rolled back to the roadside, he couldn't help but fall down in the dirty puddle and howl.

Got up.

However, Haierbo didn't care, and neither did anyone else here.

Situations like this have become commonplace here. How many people will die one day? Get injured or something like that? It’s simply a trivial matter that is not worth taking a look at.

The next moment, Halbo, who was wearing a cloak, continued to pace forward without even the slightest change in the frequency of his steps.

Yes, in fact, Maka's search results in the fog were correct. Because no matter which city or even country Helbo was currently in, he did not stop in Kent... or London.

This guy ran away, with serious injuries that would kill him several times for an ordinary person, and hid quietly in a corner of the world.

Situations like this are the most troublesome for Maka, and Haierbo is indeed thick-skinned enough to engage in such despicable and obscene hiding behavior.

Perhaps it was because of Haierbo's kick just now that the poor people on the roadside did not dare to provoke him anymore. After all, the "learned lesson" from the beginning is still huddled on the ground and howling!

Not long after, Haierbo passed through this seemingly messy street, suddenly turned a corner at the end of the road, and entered a dangerous building that looked very unstable.

After staying there for more than ten minutes, the man who was howling on the ground at first seemed to have lost the strength to cry out in pain. He could only curl up there and groan from time to time to show that he was actually still alive.

It must be said that in a place as inhumane as this, with only pain, indifference and death, only that guy Herbo could appear so proportionate and natural.

After that, overnight, a group of people were inexplicably missing from this slum. Not all of them, but definitely not a small number.

It's a pity that no one will pay too much attention to this kind of thing. At most, some people will probably remember that early the next morning, the weird man in the cloak left alone again.

It's like one of the many unknown passers-by in their incomplete lives.