harry potter book of crimes

The atmosphere in the church hall seemed to become a little dull.

Harry and the others had just managed to calm down the angry Mr. Blois... Oh, or to be more precise, they had forced him back to sit on the chair.

On the other side, Willy was still guarding the door leading to the apse with a group of expressionless wizards, as if no one would be allowed to pass.

Regarding the scene where the father and daughter seemed to be having an quarrel, Harry and the others could only watch with some embarrassment. As long as the two of them didn't fight each other without knowing each other, outsiders like them were obviously not suitable to intervene.

Therefore, the whole hall became quiet.

Harry, who didn't know what to do, also sat down next to Blois. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blade of Gryffindor's sword... maybe it was because the sword had killed too many people.

The silver sword blade was stained with blood. Every time he had time to rest, he would subconsciously wipe it.

It's a pity that the inexplicable reddish color cannot be wiped off. Apart from calming down his heart, this has no other effect.

Suddenly, Harry, who seemed to have thought of something, turned around and looked not far away.

"Ginny, how is Ron?"

"Recovering."

Ginny, who was sitting with Hannah, glanced at Ron, who was placed on the long prayer table.

"He seems to be asleep."

"I didn't sleep," Ron groaned, closing his eyes slightly, "How could I possibly sleep at this time... Don't worry, Harry! I told you I'd be fine."

"That's good," Harry nodded casually, "then... let's think about what we should say after seeing Maka!"

"You must first ask him what he wants to do." Neville scratched his head and said, "To be honest, I think he is starting to become like that Haierbo. I mean, what the two of them did

Everything is completely confusing!”

"At least Maka won't leave quietly this time," Hannah said. "At the same time, he probably won't drive us away anymore...otherwise, why would he help us improve our strength?"

?”

Her words immediately received a nod of approval from Harry and others. But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the doorway behind Willy.

"...Of course I will not drive you away, because...I will only 'please' you to leave this place."

"Maka!"

They hadn't seen anyone yet, but just hearing the sound, Harry and the others hurriedly stood up from the bench.

Especially Mr. Blois, he had already taken a few steps in that direction, making Willy unable to help but stand in front of him again and block his way.

"Oh! No... thank you, Willie, thank you for helping me stop them temporarily." Maka pushed aside the wizards blocking the door, and then pulled Willie to her side, "But no need now.

Because I'm already here."

"Um."

Willy raised her head slightly and looked at Maka, then silently stepped aside.

"McLean"

Blois frowned, stared at Maka and said:

"You saved Willie, and I gave you some help... But this is not for you to kidnap my daughter now!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blois!" Maka couldn't help but shook her head after hearing this, "But things are not what you imagined. In fact, even I didn't expect that Willie would suddenly leave the island and come.

Find me."

"Then why?" Blois asked.

"I have figured this out," Maka explained. "Actually, the fact is very simple. It is because the 'curse' in Willy's body still remains, and it is unexpectedly stubborn. Although the little bit remains'

The cursed substance will no longer make her become as serious as before, but once it breaks out, it will still take away her own will..."

Just as he was talking, Maka turned around and looked at Willie, who was standing quietly beside her.

"Mr. Blois, you know that you saw it when I injected those cursed substances into myself on the island. Because of this, when the so-called 'curse' in my body got out of control, it triggered her at the same time.

That small part of her bloodline remained. And since she lost her self-awareness, she just relied on instinct to find her way here."

"What about her now? Is she controlled by that kind of soul power?" Blois couldn't help but ask after listening.

When Maka saw him asking this, she immediately shook her head.

"In order for her to retain her minimum sobriety and reason, I have used some methods, but for the time being I can only keep her in this state, and she cannot leave my side for too long. I am trying to use this power

Take complete control, and by then, Willie will be able to truly return to normal."

Having said this, Maka couldn't help but shrugged, and then said to Blois:

"But... yes, Mr. Blois, I think you did not blame me wrongly, because this is indeed the consequence of my lack of ability. For this, I can only say 'sorry', even if this is

Somewhat unhelpful.”

After Blois listened to Maka's words, he stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed and said:

"So, it turns out this is still because of the blood curse of my Blois family?"

"At least I have some responsibility," Maka said. "Not only did I fail to completely remove the cursed substance from her blood, I ignored your persuasion and injected the extracted cursed substance into my body, causing the curse to explode out of control.

, thus implicating Willie...I'm sorry."

"Maka, but I don't mind."

When Willy heard this, she couldn't help but reached out and grabbed his sleeve and said this, but Maka then shook her head at her.

Then, he turned around and continued to say to Mr. Blois:

"Therefore, you do have reason to blame me, Williben, for having nothing to do with this disaster. I should not have involved her."

However, at this time, Weili's father had completely calmed down, and he frowned and said:

"Is this really so? I remember you said... The blood curse of my Blois family is not a 'curse' in essence, but a kind of soul rule... Didn't you inject it into yourself at that time for the same purpose?

Master the second soul rule rune?"

As he spoke, he glanced at his daughter, then suddenly paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:

"As for the rules of the soul...if I remember correctly, this is what Halpo is best at, right? If you say that this old incident of the ancestors of my Blois family has nothing to do with Halpo, I'm afraid I don't believe it."

The words of Willy's father made Maka purse her lips and her gaze became deeper.