harry potter book of crimes

"... All the bones and muscles in the whole body have suffered very serious injuries, but they should have taken the relevant potions in time, and they have mostly recovered. It is because of this that the head of the family said that Mr. McClain is not in fear of his life."

"So, the biggest problem now is the overdraft caused by excessive use of magic... and it is quite serious. I have just given him a vitality tonic, but obviously, so far there is almost no

See no effect."

At Maka's bedside, Mrs. Michelle, the current therapist of the Blois family, was telling everyone about her diagnosis.

Mrs. Michelle is a senior therapist. In terms of treatment level, she is definitely no worse than any therapist at St. Mungo's in the past. But it seems that she also cares about Maka, who is in a coma.

Somewhat helpless.

To be honest, Mrs. Michelle, who had traveled around the world to gain treatment experience when she was young, had experienced quite a lot of patients. She had also encountered cases of overdraft and fainting due to over-exerting spells.

However, she had never even heard of a situation as serious as Maka's.

You must know that everyone's body has a self-protection mechanism. Once it reaches a level beyond its own limit, that person will soon lose consciousness.

However, Maca's situation is different.

Although he also fell into a coma in the end, before that, his spirit had been exhausted to the point that it had already exceeded the normal limit.

Of course, if this is because Maka's willpower is extremely strong, it would make sense. But the problem is that not only is his mental power almost exhausted, but his magic power is also consumed to almost every drop.

.

In this case, medicines such as vitality tonics, which are based on the magic power of the user, will naturally not be effective at all.

"Mrs. Michel, we have roughly understood the situation, please excuse me."

After listening to the other party's analysis, Mr. Blois nodded at her. No matter where they are, "doctors" who treat illnesses and save lives are always respected. This applies even in Castle Blois.

After hearing what Blois said, Mrs. Michel stood up and gave a slight salute:

"I am willing to serve the master of the family, although I don't seem to be able to help much this time... Then I will go out first."

After the therapist responsible for diagnosing Maka left the room, a group of friends gathered around Maka's bed again, and everyone looked at his still pale face with worry.

"Mr. Blois, may I ask... is this Herbo?"

The person who asked this question was Delphi. But her question was actually no longer a question. She just wanted to confirm it again through Willy's father's answer.

When no one knows when Maka will wake up, she, Delphi, will never spare that guy Haierbo.

Even though she is now just a Muggle who can't even cast a levitating spell.

"Helpo..." Mr. Blois paused for a moment, then said softly, "Who else could force Mr. MacLean into this situation besides him?"

As someone who had just fought side by side with Maka, his answer was more of a sigh.

Bulova's strength can be said to be the top of this era, but if Maka hadn't restricted Haierbo's movements for him before, and then resisted the giant fire snake, he estimated that

It is impossible to connect to Haierbo.

Even after that, although he did successfully complete the sealing magic, in the end when Maka was unconscious and he was the only one left at the scene, he found that there was nothing he could do except take Maka away.

arrive.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it cannot cause any harm to Haierbo, even if the opponent has become a living target that cannot move.

Knowing that the other party would probably break free of the seal soon, Bulova could only return in a hurry with Maka, who had lost consciousness.

It must be said that the huge gap between him and Herbo has made Blois begin to wonder if there is something wrong with this world.

After a long silence, Mr. Blois finally took the lead to leave Maka's room, leaving a group of young people, including his daughter Willie, to accompany Maka silently.

And he himself, as the head of the Blois family, will definitely be busy next.

"The seal can last for a few more hours at most...and what happens after that is completely unknown."

With this thought to himself, Mr. Blois straightened his collar and quickly left the tower along the stairs not far away.

…

Maka had a dream, a dream that made him feel nostalgic.

In this dream, he still lived in the attic of the bar east of Torpoint, going out late and returning early every day, living a life in which day and night were reversed.

To be honest, such days are actually very tiring. The heavy humidity in the port city makes the bedding damp all year round. Even if he only sleeps during the day when it is relatively dry, it will be difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue accumulated throughout the night.

And this dream seemed surprisingly real, because he did feel a deep tiredness that seemed to linger.

It wasn't until he came down from the attic and said hello to Uncle Angel who was marinating fish in the back kitchen of the bar and doing pre-opening preparations that he was struck by the woman in his dream who was wearing a pink lace trim.

"Uncle Angelou", who was wearing a wizard's robe and waving his magic wand to cook this unknown meal, woke up with a start.

"oh!"

Maka opened her eyes suddenly, startling Hermione and others who had been guarding the bed. Perhaps it was because Mrs. Michelle's helpless look deepened everyone's uneasiness. None of them expected that Maka would

Ka woke up much earlier than they expected.

"Maka, are you... okay?"

Hearing Hermione's questioning voice in her ears, Maka, who still had the bearded man dressed as a woman in her mind, finally put it behind her and turned her head to take a look with some difficulty.

"Well, it's okay," Maka was saying, but soon she sighed, "I wanted to say that, but unfortunately... I won't be very convincing in my current state, right?"

"Maka!" Willy pursed her lips and called him with some complaints.

Seeing this, Maka could only smile helplessly after looking around at the many faces beside the bed.

"The situation is not good," he said frankly after all. "Although I came back intact in the end, thanks to your father, but next..."

As he spoke, he could only shake his head weakly.

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to recover my strength in a short time."