harry potter book of crimes

Maka, who had transformed into an Animagus form, naturally did not eavesdrop on the conversation between Harry and Hermione. What he was monitoring was Moody, who was hiding behind a rock.

But he had to be very careful, because Moody's prosthetic eye was not simple.

According to the information Maka learned, the magic eye, which is said to be able to see through all objects, was most likely created by the world-famous alchemist master Nick Flamel.

Maka wasn't sure whether the Animagus transformation could deceive the strange-looking fake eye.

Just now, Hermione wanted to be cautious and didn't make her words about Sirius very clear. But because Harry couldn't wrap his mind around it, he eventually exposed some information to Moody, who was secretly watching.

But this was not important to Maka, because both Harry and Hermione deliberately lowered their voices when they mentioned him. Judging from Moody's distance, they would definitely not be able to hear them.

As long as you are not exposed, everything else is trivial.

Starting from the second day, classes at Hogwarts continued normally.

Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were also assigned to various houses to observe the classes. But since this was not mandatory - at least not under the control of Hogwarts, Maka simply gave up on the arrangement.

One afternoon, when Maka was writing something in Durmstrang's cabin, a Hogwarts student hurriedly came to inform him that Mr. Bagman wanted the warriors to gather.

The gathering place was a small classroom. Most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. However, there were three desks facing each other and placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long

velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs. In one of the chairs, Ludo Bagman was sitting, talking to a witch, who was wearing a fancy magenta robe.

When Maka walked into this small classroom, he found that Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons had already arrived first.

At this moment, Fleur was smiling happily. She shook her head from time to time, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling luster.

A pot-bellied man held a large, slightly smoking black camera in his hand and was watching Fleur from the corner of his eye.

Bagman, who was talking, suddenly saw Maka. He immediately stood up and jumped forward energetically.

"Oh, Mr. McClane is here! Come in, sir, come in quickly..." Bagman said excitedly, as if he was the warrior.

"What's the purpose of this gathering?" Maka glanced at the witch behind Bagman and said calmly.

"It's nothing serious. It's just a wand testing ceremony. The other referees will arrive soon -"

"Detection wand?"

A voice sounded from behind Maka. It turned out to be Harry. He and Hermione had also arrived.

"Yes, test the wand... We must check whether your wand is fully functional and performs well! Because in future competitions, the wand will be your most important instrument." Bagman waved his hand and said lively,

"The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore..."

He paused, then turned sideways and pointed at the brightly dressed witch and said: "Then I took a few photos - this is Rita Skeeter, she is writing an article for the Daily Prophet

A short article about the competition——"

"Maybe it's not a small article, Ludo."

Rita Skeeter's big curly hair was made very delicate by her, with an exaggerated delicacy. Although it was obvious that she had high requirements for appearance, and her whole body was carefully matched.

But to others, it just looks weird.

There was a pair of jeweled glasses on the bridge of her nose, and she was holding a crocodile leather handbag with her fat fingers. Her nails were two inches long and were painted bright red.

Whether she was talking or not, her eyes were very keen. She looked back and forth between Harry, Hermione and Maka, seemingly habitually looking for the most suitable manuscript material.

Finally, she fixed her sights on Maka.

"Before we start, can I have a few words with Mr. McClain?" She was asking Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Maka, "The warrior who made a scene at the Quidditch World Cup finals, and

At such a young age...you know...in order to add some color to the article."

"This..." Bagman looked at Maka hesitantly, a little unsure.

Speaking of which, Bagman may be the only person who doesn't care at all about the World Cup farce.

Before joining the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, he was a very popular Quidditch batsman for the Wimbourne Hornets in the 1980s. The reason why he is so popular is largely due to

It's because of his optimistic court image.

Nowadays, he is still like that in the Ministry of Magic, and he often seems to be a little out of tune with other people in the Ministry.

But no matter what, Maka's strength is unquestionable. Bagman is not stupid - well, his character is indeed a bit silly, but even he can't regard Maka as an ordinary person.

student.

In this situation, he had to take Maka's opinion into account.

"Well... I have no problem," Bagman spread his hands and said, "But - Mr. McClain, what do you think?"

"Great." Rita Skeeter said, and her bright red claw-like fingers grabbed Maka's arm, as if she wanted to pull him away.

But Maka slapped the paw away without politeness.

"I have stopped pursuing the report about the last World Cup. If you still want to do it again, I don't mind letting you understand what authoritative certification is." Maka glanced at her expressionlessly, saying that she was the only one

The voice that could only be heard clearly said, "...or do you really want to go to the Abuse of Magic Office?"

"You -" Rita Skeeter's expression immediately froze. She touched the back of her hand that was hit by Maka and said with a dry smile, "Oh - haha, I suddenly felt that a rigorous article

And traditional manuscripts can highlight the historical accumulation of the competition!"

"Yes, I think that's correct," Maka nodded casually, "Please sit down, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Under Maka's invisible threat, Rita had no choice but to sit on the chair. Although she still glanced at Harry and Hermione from time to time, at least for now she didn't dare to move around any more.

While waiting for Dumbledore to come over, Maka and Bagman chatted about Quidditch, and Harry also joined in from time to time. And next to Harry, Hermione was talking every minute.

I need to take a look at Maka one time.

She had too many things to say to Maka, but now was obviously not the time.

In fact, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to arrive, accompanied by a spirited old wizard.

The four warriors sat down on the chairs by the door and looked at the velvet table in front of them, where four of the five referees were sitting - Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Crouch and Lu.

Doug Bagman.

Rita Skeeter found a corner and sat down. She subconsciously took out a roll of parchment from her handbag, spread it on her knees, and smacked the tip of her shorthand quill. But after she finished

After this whole set of actions, she hesitated to hold the holder of the quill pen herself instead of letting the quill pen write automatically.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to several warriors, "He will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Three years ago in Diagon Alley, it was this old wizard with big light-colored eyes who gave Maka his first wand. At this moment, he was standing quietly by the window, nodding at everyone casually.

nodded.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the center of the room.

Fleur walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm..." Ollivander squinted his eyes and took a closer look.

He rotated the wand between his slender fingers like a conductor's baton, and the wand sprayed out many pink and gold sparks.

Then, he put the wand close to his eyes again and held it for a moment.

"That's right," he said softly, "nine and a half inches...very strong...made of maple...with...oh, my God..."

"Contains a Veela hair," said Fleur. "It was my grandmother's hair."

"So, Fleur is indeed part Veela blood!" Harry couldn't help but think.

He wanted to keep this in mind and go back and tell Ron...but then he remembered that Ron stopped talking to him now.

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "Yes, of course, I have never used Veela hair myself. I think a wand made of Veela hair would be too sensitive and willful... But, everyone

You have your own hobbies, since it suits you..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises. Then, he whispered: "The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers blooms on the head of the wand.

"Very well, very well, in good condition," said Mr. Ollivander, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur along with the wand.

"Miss Granger, it's your turn."

Fleur returned to her seat with brisk steps, and when she passed by Hermione, their eyes also crossed.

"Oh, this is my product, isn't it?" When Hermione handed the wand over, Mr. Ollivander was obviously more excited than before, "Yes, I remember it very clearly. There is a very complete dragon's story in it.

Nerves, stable and strong, of extraordinary power. Ten and three-quarter inches, made of vine wood, dense... It's in very good shape... You must be taking good care of it, right?"

Mr. Ollivander waved a bunch of colorful bubbles with Hermione's wand, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. MacLean, it's your turn."