harry potter book of crimes

There was a bit of breeze around Hogwarts today, and mixed with the temperature of the rising sun, it felt warm on the cheeks and seemed a little intoxicating.

The grass blades in the front yard swayed gently in the wind, shaking off last night's dew.

Maka clasped his hands behind his back and walked step by step in front of the Blois and his daughter, letting the wind blow across his face and neck. There seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be quite content.

appearance.

However, the potion bottle containing the cursed substance that he had extracted earlier was still in his hand, and he seemed to have no intention of putting it away immediately.

That's right, since Maka came out of the auditorium with Willie, he has just been like this, walking alone.

And since Maka didn't speak, Willy and Mr. Blois didn't know whether they should speak or not, even though they were full of questions in their hearts.

However, it was Mr. Blois who loved his daughter so much. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke first:

"Mr. MacLean, Willie...is she okay?"

"Huh?" Maka seemed to have just noticed that he was behind her. She paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Oh, yes! Everything is fine now, and it won't happen again in the future.

Such a surprise.”

"Oh, then...thank you."

Blois subconsciously looked at the bottle in Maka's hand, then nodded slightly and thanked him.

"No, you're welcome. This is what I should do."

Maka shook her head and smiled, and then she seemed not to want to talk anymore. She just kept walking and continued to wander aimlessly on the lawn.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Blois couldn't help but said again:

"By the way, Mr. McClain, what are you going to do next?"

"Next?" Maka heard him ask again. This time she finally stopped, turned around slightly and said, "Didn't I tell you before? I have something I want you to help me with..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and shook the blood-colored medicine bottle in his hand. Then he took out an envelope with only his name on it from his pocket, put the two together and presented them to

Willy handed it over.

"Give it to someone you think will be more suitable to have this power," Maka said, "No matter who it is, as long as you think it is suitable - after all, it is also stripped from your body.

of."

"Shall I... choose?"

Willie did not refuse and took it naturally, although she still had doubts in her heart.

"I don't know who to give it to."

"Didn't I just say it? Anyone can do it, and I will trust your choice—except me, of course." Maka patted her shoulder lightly and blinked, "You don't have to care about time or how long."

It’s okay until you think you’ve found the right fit for it.”

"I understand." After hearing Maka's words, Willie finally nodded and said quietly, "If you want me to do this, I will do it. Is that okay?"

"Well, that's enough."

Maka nodded again, and then didn't look at the thing that was already in Willy's hands. She just turned around and said:

"That letter is for the person you chose - just give it to the person intact, and don't worry about anything else. Because from now on, it no longer belongs to you, just like it never did.

Belongs to me."

Before she finished speaking, Maka walked forward casually again, and after Willy and Mr. Blois sped up a few steps to catch up, she added casually:

"Willy, Mr. Blois, you will stay with me for one more day today. You can leave early tomorrow morning! Go to Beauxbatons, France. You... can wait for me there."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Willie couldn't help but asked.

"Yes! Just tomorrow!" Maka spread her hands and said, "I can start concentrating early and finish all the remaining work."

Having said this, he couldn't help but look left and right at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts under the sun, and sighed slightly.

"Perhaps in the final analysis, I am not blessed to enjoy this kind of leisurely and peaceful time! From childhood to adulthood, from the 'past' to the present, the only thing that seems to be connected to me is a busy life." He said, "But it's probably like this.

Well, at least I know how busy I am..."

He suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking at the Blois and his daughter, but he seemed to be looking through them at other more familiar figures.

"...They are all valuable."

In this last sentence, his tone was very certain.

…

The current Hogwarts is still the Hogwarts of three people, very leisurely and quiet; but the current Weymouth Camp is the Weymouth Camp of many people, full of noise, discussion, confusion and...

disturbed.

Hermione and the others have been away for several days, and Madame Maxime is struggling to maintain the resistance alliance.

It's a pity that in pain and crisis, what people can follow is only the real strength that can resist the threat, rather than simple comfort and responsibility.

At this moment, perhaps Percy, who has been sitting in the camp with a group of former R.A. members, can make everyone feel more at ease than Maxim.

"Yes, that's right, that's it!"

Percy was standing on the training field next to the dock, watching a group of friends, each holding an ancient magic card, forming a circular formation, practicing for the battle that was coming at any time.

This was Hermione's suggestion before she decided to go to Winchester to find Maka - because she had organized such a simple formation to defend against enemies, so these R.A. members were obviously no strangers to it.

However, the plan that was originally planned to be implemented in Birmingham has now been decided by Percy to implement it in Weymouth first. The effect of this simple magic text formation may not be very good, but after replacing the former slates with cards,

From now on, it will always be much better than regular wizard battles.

"Okay, let's take a break and try again later!"

Seeing that the round of drills came to an end, Percy clapped his hands and told everyone to rest on the spot. But just after he turned around, a sad look instantly appeared on his originally calm face.

After Hermione and others left, he was actually the most anxious person, because unlike others, he knew where Hermione and others had gone.

And as the days passed, Hermione and others from the east trip came back with no news at all. Even Percy knew how difficult it was to send back information in a dense area of ​​​​living corpses, and he could not avoid his worries.

.

Compared with this, the noises here in the camp and in the resistance alliance are not worth mentioning.

But just when Percy looked worried, a faint whistling sound came from the northern sky, making his heart skip a beat.