harry potter book of crimes

Being in Hogwarts these days, it feels like I am far away from disasters and numerous disturbances. The mountains and high altitude block the weird fog and the army of living corpses, making this place feel like a paradise on earth.

Except there is no one, everything is beautiful - even though it is too beautiful to be true.

"Maca, look! This pot of valerian seeds has sprouted."

When Willy ran over from the first greenhouse holding a flower pot, Maka was sitting in the front garden not far away, basking in the sun.

"Well," he put down the book in his hand, looked at the flower pot in Willie's hand, and said casually, "Yeah... after all, it happens to be the season when they start to grow vigorously, and the fertilizer mixed with chemicals is also effective.

good."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the soil in the basin - it was slightly moist and just right soft. It seemed that Willy had turned the soil for them very carefully.

"Then don't let them stay in the greenhouse anymore," he pointed to the flower bed not far away. "Plant them there! Let them get some sunshine and wind, and just remember to keep the soil moist."

Maka couldn't help but smile when she saw Willy put down the flower pot and happily ran back to the greenhouse to get the shovel and watering can after she responded.

After glancing at the green seedlings in the flowerpot at his feet, he lowered his head again and continued reading on the page where he just saw it.

What's worth mentioning is that the book in his hand doesn't seem to be a profound magical book - it's just an ordinary collection of anecdotal stories from the magical world.

Yes, something is wrong with Maka right now. He seems a little too "laid back"!

However, since returning to England, what behaviors and behaviors have he done that seem "right"? Not to mention Willie, Mr. Blois, who has been following him for the past few days, has always been confused.

It can be felt that the current Maka McClain is undoubtedly "abnormal".

However, as long as Willie is doing well and can live her life the way she likes every day, then Blois, the father, doesn't really care about anything else.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."

Not long after, Willie was carrying an iron bucket with a lot of things in one hand and the hem of her coat in the other, trotting here. Behind her, there were a long row of flower pots, swaying.

The ground followed her all the way to the garden.

When she was going up the steps, she staggered and almost tripped.

"Watch your steps and be careful." Mr. Blois couldn't help but expressed concern when he saw this.

But Weili just looked back at the row of flower pots, then spread the hem of her robe and waved her hand:

"It's okay, the flowerpot didn't fall."

"Mr. Blois is talking about yourself," Maka couldn't help but say after hearing this, "Be careful not to fall."

"oh."

Willie responded, but quickly ran to the flower bed. After putting down many flower pots, she picked up the shovel and shoveled the soil.

As for Willie's state of completely losing her mind when encountering flowers and plants, Maka could only shrug helplessly.

"Hmm...valerian."

Suddenly, Maka seemed to remember something and muttered as he looked at the tiny seedlings. After a moment, he nodded suddenly.

"Oh, that's that time!"

He remembered that the first time he talked to Willie in the library was the "valerian". At that time, Willie seemed to have encountered some problems when cultivating valerian and wanted to go to the library.

I was looking for relevant books in the library, but because I couldn't find them for a while, I asked Maka quite impromptuly.

Now that I think about it, I don't know if Willie said she wanted to plant valerian after going to the greenhouse a few days ago because she thought of the scene when she first met Maka.

Shaking her head slightly again, Maka put this little memory aside and once again immersed herself in the comfort of enjoying this afternoon nap.

To be honest, this Hogwarts with only three people is actually not bad - what Maka, who had just entered the magical world, expected was probably such a pleasant time!

But just a few minutes later, Maka suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, causing his shoulders to shrug suddenly. If he hadn't reacted immediately and secretly suppressed the discomfort, he would have probably coughed.

coming.

"Tsk."

After smacking his tongue secretly in his mind, his brows relaxed slightly, and then he calmed down again.

During the whole process, except for a slight shrug of the shoulders, he did not show any strange movements. Although Willie and Mr. Blois were not far away, they did not notice it.

Obviously, Maka has become more careful since she realized at Winchester that Willy's father could detect some of her abnormal conditions to some extent.

After that, about an hour passed. When the sun gradually moved westward from above his head, he put down the book in his hand again and stood up from the chair.

"Willie, Mr. Blois, you continue to bask in the sun and plant flowers and plants here... I should do some research. When I come out, we will start preparing today's dinner."

In the past few days, Maka has been like this every day - doing written research in the castle before breakfast and after dinner, spending half a day enjoying the quiet time with Willie, and then going to the Forbidden Forest to do some alone in the afternoon.

Magic experiment, life is very regular.

"Oh well."

Hearing this, Willie rarely stopped what she was doing, turned around and nodded towards Maka.

"If you need help, just come and call me."

"Of course, of course."

Maka responded with a smile, nodded to Mr. Blois, and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest with a rather leisurely pace.

A few minutes later, deep in the Forbidden Forest, in front of the huge stone door in the elf settlement, Maka finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and cough a few times.

There was no dramatic scene of coughing up blood. After coughing, he seemed to have completely returned to normal. And the next moment, he reached out and easily pushed open the door that old Aslan and the others could not open.

Stepped inside.

"Bang!"

Not long after, the stone door automatically closed behind him, and the cave became pitch black.

Of course, Maka obviously didn't care about the darkness in the cave. He didn't even call out the light, and just walked little by little towards the depths of the cave.

A few hours later, the stone door of the cave opened again, and Maka walked out of it calmly again, as if nothing had happened, and slowly returned towards the castle.