harry potter book of crimes

Last night at the Pig's Head Bar, Maka certainly didn't tell Lucius and Old Avery about the termination of the plan. Only people like him knew about this, and ordinary people like Lucius and Avery didn't know about it.

Obviously, we can't let them know.

He just vaguely stated that the plan would be temporarily delayed so that Voldemort could be dealt with more properly.

As for when that will be, we will naturally leave it to another day.

Although they were reluctant, Lucius and Old Avery could only suppress their anxiety and nodded to express their understanding.

There is no way! Dumbledore alone is enough for them, and now Maka itself is by no means simple. How to take sides, for veterans like Lucius and old Avery, they know very well.

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After coaxing the two of them back, Maka glanced far away in the direction of the "Snow Witch", finally shook her head and turned back to Hogwarts.

He now has a rough idea of ​​what is hidden in the ghost swamps in North America. And Celine, the "Snow Witch", is probably still worried about how to save her mother.

However, Maka has not yet made up her mind whether she should touch those so-called "should not touch" things.

"Even if you want to go, you must be fully prepared. At least, the research and practice of rule runes are the highest priority right now."

After thinking about it like this, Maka gave up the idea of ​​going to the "Snow Witch".

Early the next morning, Luna was sent out of the campus hospital by Madam Pomfrey.

She was able to be discharged from the hospital so quickly, in fact, to a large extent it was because Maka used the bottle of magic potion in time. And all trauma, as long as it is not extremely serious, can usually be quickly treated with the combination of magic and potion.

cure.

Fortunately, although Gryffindor's sword is indestructible and extremely sharp, and can break even magic with one sword, its damage effects are all on the physical level.

Maybe it was originally designed like this, or maybe Harry didn't actually play its true role.

In short, Luna was discharged from the hospital, and the happiest person was Maka.

"I'm finally discharged from the hospital. It's worth celebrating - today happens to be Sunday. What do you want to eat? Or where to go to play?" Maka's face was filled with a clean smile.

Speaking of which, he hadn't really smiled in a long time.

Now that his feelings and emotions were finally back, he couldn't help but find that he was smiling a lot more recently than before he lost his emotions.

Just as Maka and Luna walked out of the gate of the school hospital together, he suddenly felt a gust of fragrance blowing against his face.

He subconsciously took a step back, then turned around, and found a figure passing him. If he hadn't avoided it, he would have definitely been hit.

Maka looked back.

Good guy! If you don't avoid it, it won't be as simple as being hit!

The figure that came towards me just now was none other than the Beauxbatons school belle who was extremely arrogant on weekdays but became enthusiastic once she got to know her—Fleur Delacour.

And this beautiful lady is now looking at him with her arms half-opened and embarrassed!

"Miss Delacour, what are you doing?" Maka politely left a step for her to avoid being so embarrassed.

Fleur looked at Luna next to Maka, as if she understood something. She stood up again and returned to her usual elegant style. She smiled and said: "Oh - Mr. McClain, I just wanted to

Congratulations to this..."

"Her name is Luna Lovegood, a student of Ravenclaw Academy." Maka reminded kindly.

"Well, yes... I just want to congratulate her on her recovery. I accidentally recognized the wrong person just now..." Fleur smiled and said, "That maze is really dangerous! Isn't it?"

Of course Fleur didn't know how Luna was injured. But to her, the maze was full of dangers, and it was not surprising that she was injured.

And her thoughts almost represent the thoughts of the vast majority of students.

"Thanks."

Luna also smiled slightly, but her eyes stayed on the small ornaments on Fleur's earlobes. It seemed that she was more interested in something else than Fleur's enviable appearance.

"By the way, let me introduce you formally," Fleur suddenly pointed to the door and said, "This is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour. She also wants to thank you - if it weren't for you, she might

I will also suffer because of my lack of ability!"

Maka turned her head and saw a petite and cute girl standing obediently in the corridor outside the door. When Maka looked towards her, she found that she was staring at him with a blazing look.

This little girl named Gabrielle looks to be in her early ten years, just like a smaller version of Fleur, with waist-length golden hair and shining silver eyes.

When her eyes blinked, her eyelashes glowed slightly, and with the morning sun projected in from the window, she looked as shining and lovely as an angel.

Maka cautiously took another step closer to Luna, trying to use Luna's innocent brilliance to block some of Gabrielle's inexplicable dazzle.

"Uh...hello?" Maka didn't even know why he greeted him in a questioning tone.

"Hello, Mr. McClain..." A sweet smile bloomed on Gabrielle's face, "Thank you for that day, thank you for saving Gabrielle..."

"Oh - you're welcome." Maka also smiled and nodded.

"Perhaps you haven't had breakfast yet? If you don't mind, how about we go to the auditorium to have dinner together?" Fleur suggested as she pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Oh - uh, sorry, we already ate just now," Maka politely declined immediately, "If you have a chance, please call us again next time."

"That's a pity, okay..." Furong said with a regretful look on her face, "Then it's time for my sister and I to go have a meal. Goodbye!"

Gabrielle also said goodbye, and then the two beauties, one big and one small, left together.

"Maka?" Luna suddenly called him.

Maka turned to look at her and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

“Is Africa hot?”

Although he and Luna have known each other for almost four years, he still feels that he often cannot keep up with each other's thoughts. But fortunately, at least Luna will not ask some stream of consciousness questions. Since she has asked, it must be

Just looking for common sense answers.

"Yes! It's very hot... Why do you ask this suddenly?" Maka asked curiously.

"Last time, Dad wrote and said that someone invited him to go to Egypt... It is said that the wizard there discovered a new pyramid." Luna blinked.

"Then...are you planning to travel to Egypt?" Maka asked.

Luna shook her head and said calmly: "Our family has no money. If we go to Egypt, we will be hungry."

To be honest, Maka intends to help Xenophilius. However, he is willing to help, but others may not accept it!

For the Lovegood family, living according to their own ideals is the most important thing. The sales volume of the magazine "The Quibbler" has never been high, but Xenophilius has never changed the content.

Ideas of direction.

But to be honest, the content in that magazine is too unique, and many things are specious, making it difficult for people to accept it. Even loyal readers who often subscribe to the magazine probably use it as a joke book.

watch.

"Well, I'd better not go there, it's really hot there." Maka nodded, "It rarely rains there and the weather is very dry. The climate is not suitable for traveling."

The two chatted casually and planned to go for a walk on the lawn outside the castle - she had been staying in the ward recently, and Luna wanted to go outside to get some fresh air.

But in the foyer, they saw Hermione walking towards the stairs with a straight face - she didn't seem to see Maka and the others.

"What's wrong with her?" Maka thought for a while, "Well... maybe Harry and Ron made her angry again?"

This time Maka really wronged them. There was actually another reason why Hermione looked like this. Moreover, Hermione was the only one who knew about it for the time being - in fact, she didn't want others to know at all.

Until breakfast the next day, Hermione still looked gloomy. Even if Harry and Ron asked repeatedly, she refused to say anything.

At this moment, the owls that delivered the message flew over, and Hermione, who had been silent, seemed to be distracted by them. It could be seen that she was also looking up.

"What are you waiting for? Have your parents also learned to use owls to send letters?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, it's not," said Hermione, "I ordered a copy of the Daily Prophet. Now I know everything from the Slytherins, and I'm sick of it."

"Good idea!" Harry said, looking up at the owls as well. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're lucky -"

A gray owl flew towards Hermione.

"But it didn't bring the newspaper." She said, looking a little disappointed, "It -"

Unexpectedly, after the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, four more barn owls, a brown owl and a gray wood owl flew in.

"How many orders did you send out?" Harry said, grabbing Hermione's goblet to prevent it from being knocked over by the swarm of owls.

They all rushed forward, hoping to be the first to deliver the letter to her.

"What the hell -" Hermione said, taking the letter from the gray owl and reading it, "Oh, oh!" she shouted angrily, her face turning red.

"What's going on?" Ron said.

"This - this is simply ridiculous -" She pushed the letter to Harry, and Harry saw that it was not handwriting, but seemed to be made up of letters cut out of Wizard Weekly:

"You are a bad girl. You are not worthy of Harry Potter, let alone Viktor Krum. Go back to your Muggle home!"