harry potter book of crimes

"Chia pudding."

In front of the stone beast at the entrance to the principal's office, Professor McGonagall said today's password. The stone beast jumped away upon hearing the sound, and the stone wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the principal's office.

The stairs rotated automatically, sending several people to the entrance of the principal's office.

"Come in." Dumbledore seemed to know that they were coming. Before anyone could knock on the door, his old voice came from inside.

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Maka and Snape.

"How is the situation?" Dumbledore looked at Maca and smiled, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

"The students have all gone back, and the troll has been dealt with - by Mr. MacLean." Professor McGonagall glanced at Maka, and then told Dumbledore the specific situation.

Dumbledore nodded while listening, and then began to speak after Professor McGonagall finished speaking.

"Oh, yes, I understand." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, you go ahead and continue searching to see if there are any students running outside."

"Severus, go help Professor Quirrell get rid of the troll."

"I don't think it's necessary. Quirrell can handle it by himself." Snape said still expressionlessly.

"I think I still want it." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said.

"...If you insist." Snape stared at Dumbledore for a while, then turned around and left.

Maka found that he and Dumbledore were the only two people left here, which made him a little uneasy, but he didn't show it.

"Would you like some chia pudding?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Uh, why not?" Maka adjusted her mood and tried not to think about those things that were there or not.

I have to say that the principal's taste was quite good this time. After a while, a pudding entered Maka's stomach. During this period, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile and did not say a word.

"Yeah, it tastes good." After waiting for a while, Maka said a little awkwardly.

"I think so too." Dumbledore finally said, "How is it? How is your study life at Hogwarts?"

"It's very interesting, very fulfilling, and I've made a lot of friends." Maka tried her best to fill in some optimistic answers, although she didn't know if they would work.

"To be honest, you are the smartest child I have ever seen, bar none." Dumbledore shook his head, seemingly not paying attention to Maka's answer, "No one has ever learned so many things at the age of eleven.

During my time as a teacher, there was no one. And in the history of teaching at Hogwarts, I have never heard of it."

"Well, thank you for your compliment, but... isn't this a bit exaggerated? For example, my transformation technique is very average." Maka tried hard to recall her situation.

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said. "I started paying attention to you when you triggered your first magic rampage. Regarding your behavior and experiences, I think we can treat you as relatively equal adults.

Communicate.”

This time, Maka couldn't hold himself any longer. He said in surprise: "Magic rampage? In fact, I have been wanting to ask this since I received the admission notice. Why don't I remember when I had a magic rampage?"

"Oh, yes, because your magic rampage happened at the wrong time." Dumbledore sighed, "Although I don't know whether I should say-"

Maka was stunned when she heard this, and then stood up suddenly: "Is it my mother...that time?"

"Yes, when there was a car accident, your magic suddenly went wild to protect yourself." Dumbledore looked at Maka kindly, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"In other words, even if she didn't pounce..." Maka murmured in a trembling voice, and fell back on the armchair as if she had lost all her strength.

Dumbledore looked at Maka silently, seeming to feel sorry for this, and also seemed to be observing his reaction.

Suddenly, Maka came back to her senses and sighed heavily.

"The deceased has passed away... Because of this, I long for the power to protect others." Maka suddenly raised her head, looked directly at Dumbledore for the first time, and said firmly.

"This is your true intention, I can feel it." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and showed a gentle and wise smile again, "Death is usually the end of life, but it will always be the starting point for others. Remember

, death is actually not terrible.”

Maka knew that Dumbledore saw the shadow of the former Voldemort in herself. Fortunately, she did not have any evil intentions and passed this test.

Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people. They never lack strength and ambition, but they will give up everything for "love", including their own lives. The difference between the two is that Dumbledore's love

It is universal love, but Snape's love is only open to Lily.

And Maka doesn't know what will happen to her?

That night, Maka lay on the bed and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts. He encountered a lot of things today, and learned a shocking fact from Dumbledore, which made him think about it until late at night before finally falling asleep.

…

After entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake surface was as cold and hard as quenched steel. Every morning, there was frost on the ground, and students had to always pay attention to their steps.

Prevent a big fall if you are not careful.

Maka was sitting at the dining table, eating today's breakfast, and people were surrounding him.

I don’t know who said it—it was probably Ron. In short, almost most of the students have heard about Maka’s glorious deeds. He single-handedly killed a twelve-foot-tall giant monster! This is simply too awesome.

Incredible!

Now Maka has become a celebrity. Many students come up to talk to him. There are even a few first-year girls who come to ask for his autograph!

Maka felt that he really enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people. This was not just because of vanity, he also felt that it was really warm!

This is no excuse, believe me! What I say is true! If you don’t believe me, find a bunch of people to surround you and try.

Recently, Hagrid was swaddled in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and giant beaver fur boots, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

This makes one thing obvious - Quidditch season has begun!

To be honest, Maka actually wanted to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but unfortunately, he has been too busy. Moreover, the Quidditch team usually does not allow a first-year student to participate.

"I believe Harry is just a special case." Maka looked at the Gryffindor table, where Harry and Ron were whispering, and Maka guessed that they must be talking about this matter.

However, what Maka is more concerned about is that he has not heard about Harry joining the Gryffindor team as a Seeker. Could it be that Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, plans to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

of?

"The confidentiality measures are good." Maka muttered in a vague voice while chewing and swallowing the food in her mouth.

However, when the match day came and Maka saw Harry from a distance walking towards the viewing area like him, he was a little dumbfounded.

"What's going on?" Maka stared blankly as Harry disappeared on the stairs leading to the Gryffindor viewing gallery, with an undisguised look of surprise on his face.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at, Mr. Knight?" Senior Sister Charlotte hooked Maka's shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you looking at your Princess Granger?"

"Uh, ah - no." Maka shook her head, glanced at the Gryffindor viewing seats again, then turned back and climbed the stairs on her side with Charlotte.

The Quidditch game was exciting, but Maka didn't have much time to watch it.

He looked over at the teacher's gallery from time to time - without Harry's Quidditch match, he wondered how Quirrell's actions would change.

Until the game was decided, there were no surprises in this game. Without Harry at this moment, it seemed that the possibility of Quirrell taking action was basically eliminated, but Maka couldn't guarantee whether he would.

Find other opportunities to target Harry.

"At least, it is a good thing to avoid an inevitable crisis, right?" Maka was not sure whether this was the case, but he had no clue about this matter for the time being.

The game between Gryffindor and Slytherin was over. Maka glanced at the scoreboard before leaving, sixty to two hundred and ten. When the scores were tied, Slytherin's seeker caught

Killed the golden snitch, ending this stalemate game.

Maka didn't have time to worry about this. After just taking a quick glance, he walked towards the Gryffindor crowd.

"Hey, Harry!" Maka tried her best to look normal, "Don't worry, the game is not over yet, it has just begun."

"Oh, yes. But losing to Slytherin still makes me unhappy." Harry sighed.

It seems that even if he doesn't join the Quidditch team, he still likes this sport.

"Well," Maka sorted out the guesses she had just thought about during the game, and then asked, "I heard before that Neville almost fell down during your first flying lesson. Is it true?

"

Harry nodded and said, "Yes! If Mrs. Hooch hadn't reacted quickly, Neville would have been admitted to the campus hospital, I'm sure."

"Yes! He jumped so high!" Ron gestured with a smile beside him.

"What happened next? Malfoy didn't make things difficult for him, right?"

"Oh, yes, that bastard always laughs at others. I wish I could cast a monster curse on him!"

"The reason for the duel that night was because we had a fight in class." Harry also said angrily.

"Well, that guy is indeed not a good person."

Maka agreed casually, while gradually clarifying the cause and effect of this - so this is what happened!