harry potter book of crimes

"Mr. Maclean... I mean, how long are we going to see here?"

When the two groups below planned to go to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to withdraw money for transactions, Maka and Tarino were standing in the shadows on the roof, squatting in boredom!

It can be seen that Tarino has long been accustomed to this kind of inhumane business, and now it is no longer strange.

"Seeing those three Thestral Wings guys turning against each other!" Maka shrugged, then chuckled, "Then we'll go down and have fun."

"Three?" Tarino lowered his head and looked doubtfully, "Where are there three?"

"Aren't these just one, two...three?"

Maka stretched out her finger, starting with the captain Kanter, and pointed one by one towards the big Chris... and the girl huddled in the corner with a "stubborn look on her face".

"What? That little girl?" Tarino said in surprise, "Could it be that..."

"Never seen it?" Maka said strangely, "Isn't this kind of fishing scam very common in places like the black market?"

"How is this possible... Wings of the Night Qilin is a large-scale mercenary team, can they do this?" Tarino asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"The team is a team, and individuals are individuals... Didn't Kanter just say that? They are making extra money!" Maka spread her hands and said.

At this moment, Kanter and the wizard with the sharp voice who went to trade had returned. Not only that, there was another person beside them.

"Mr. Munoz, it's this little girl... Take a good look, she's a product of very high blood purity!" The wizard laughed, but his voice was unusually harsh.

The person he called "Munoz" was a middle-aged wizard who wore a pair of glasses and was very well-dressed. If you put aside the dirty transactions that were going on at the moment and look at it, he was completely a polite aristocrat.

appearance.

But what he said made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm...oh...it's indeed a high-end product with good quality..." Munoz pushed the frame of the mirror and stretched his hand with a pair of white gloves straight towards the girl.

The girl immediately avoided the hand reaching for her cheek with a look of disgust on her face, but her eyes filled with tears showed a pair of eyes filled with hatred.

"Well..." Munoz nodded repeatedly, raising the corners of his mouth excitedly, and his originally polite face was gradually crumbling, "...not bad, not bad, hum...it's not easy to let others know you have character.

Bored."

Finally, a disgusting smile of satisfaction appeared on his rather handsome face, "7,000 Galleons, it's really worth the price."

"Of course it's worth it. With my acting skills, the price will not drop in a few decades!" In the girl's sweet voice, a cold light flashed across everyone's sight.

Munoz's eyes immediately widened, and he covered his neck with an unbelievable look. He opened his mouth, but except for the strong smell of blood, nothing else came out.

"You guys do-ahem-"

The wizard with a shrill voice was only halfway through his words when he felt his eyes turn suddenly. The next second, the face of big Chris, covered with strips of cloth, became the last image in his eyes.

"Search it and throw it in the ditch." Kanter ordered as he calmly put the wand back to his waist.

Not far in front of him, there was only a body that was gradually cooling down.

"Boss, should we try to raise the price next time?" The girl calmly wiped the blood spattered on her cheeks, and had even planned the next "business".

"...I don't have to look at it anymore."

When this group of people were finishing their casual chat, an interested voice suddenly came out, causing their movements to pause.

"Rather than raising the price, you should pay more attention to the script... If you ask me, Muggle movies, novels, etc., can be a very good reference."

Of course it was Maka who suddenly spoke. At this moment, he was flying down from the sky with a magic book on his feet, and then he was floating steadily in front of them.

"Who are you?" Kanter frowned, staring sinisterly at Maka in mid-air. The wand was already in his hand, pointing directly at Maka's location.

The Veela-mixed girl next to her immediately stepped back quickly...

She is not a wizard who can participate in battles. Although she can do some evil spells, if she wants to face a wizard who exudes the aura of "not easy to mess with", the first thing she has to do is to go back and call for help.

"Roar--"

It was the big man Chris who made the first move.

After a short run-up, he suddenly stepped on the ground, suddenly jumped up high, and punched Maka. The force was definitely not small, but if compared with those Black Death disciples...

"...It's so weak."

Maka only rose up about two feet and easily avoided this heavy blow, which was extremely powerful.

"But in terms of brain capacity, it's comparable to the Black Death!" Maka muttered to herself. Seeing that Chris seemed to jump up again, she shouted loudly, "Hey! Kanter... I'm just

I’m here to ask a question, can you please stop this furry guy first?”

"how do you know--"

"Nonsense!" Maka pointed at Chris's neck and said, "The hair is leaking out. Do you think others are blind?"

"Oh - I'm really sorry..." Kanter was stunned for a moment and said, "If it's business, of course we welcome it... please - Avadakar -"

Kanter was thinking of an unexpected sneak attack when suddenly a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and the wand that had just glowed with green light came out of his hand, spinning and flying towards Maka.

Maka waved her hand as if to shoo away flies, and the wand landed in the corner of the alley.

"Don't you know how to speak well?" He didn't pay attention to Kanter's sneak attack at all, as if what happened just now had never happened, and continued, "Chris, do you know Fenrir Greyback?"

Do you know where he is now?"

After hearing this, the big man Chris, whose muscles all over his body were tense, visibly hesitated, and then subconsciously glanced at captain Kanter.

Kanter was obviously in a state of shock - he had never seen a silent spell cast so fast!

To put it bluntly, the silent spell does not speed up the chanting of the spell, it just replaces chanting with silent chanting. But even so, it is already a big problem to cast the spell without chanting the syllables.

For someone like Maka, who is not only able to use silent spells skillfully, but can even compress spells that have been shortened to almost the limit by previous generations, Kanter simply has no ability to understand them.

Perhaps only genius wizards like Albus Dumbledore or Voldemort can reach such an enviable level, right?

"Chris, if you know, tell him immediately," Kanter urged.

"Well..." Chris pondered for a moment, then looked up at Maka and said, "I haven't seen Greyback for a long time. He didn't know where he went before I left there..."

"Then who is in charge of those werewolves now?" Maka nodded and then asked.

"It should be Logan, right?" Chris replied in a muffled voice.

"Where is the current gathering place?"

Chris shook his head. Obviously, he had already left there and was no longer very clear.

"This... um... this gentleman," Kanter carefully selected his words and interjected, "those guys gather in too many places, and if it is not their companions, they will never reveal any information.

.The magic world has a very low tolerance for werewolves, and you should know this..."

"Okay, that's it! Then I'll..."

Just in the middle of Maka's words, it suddenly rose dozens of feet higher. Immediately afterwards, an unknown chimney flew past his feet, causing a violent whistling sound that broke through the air.

"Good sister, throw more accurately next time!"

It was that sweet voice again, it was unmistakable, it must be the Veela mixed-race girl who called herself "Mother" before.

Maka then turned around and looked towards the other end of the alley following the sound.

"Oh! She really has a sister?"

The first thing that caught my eye was not the girl just now, but a "giant loli" who was much taller than Madame Maxime.

But compared with Madame Maxime, the most striking thing is not this loli's height, but her unusually thick body.

Although Madame Maxime is tall, at least her body proportions are quite well-proportioned, and at least she doesn't look so uncomfortable.

And this "loli" in front of me...

"What kind of blood is this? A mixture of giants and dwarfs?" Maka couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Wait! No, no, there is a sister who is a Veela mixed blood! What kind of family is this, so crazy?

"

While he was thinking about it, he saw the "giant loli" broke off the chimney on the other side again and threw it towards him heavily, even more powerful than the last time.

At this moment, another green light lit up under his feet. Needless to say, Kanter must have seized the opportunity and picked up his wand again.

Faced with a joint attack by a hybrid giant and a dark wizard, both overt and covert, the benefits of Macana's flight were immediately revealed.

He moved his position diagonally downwards with the magic book at his feet, and once again easily dodged the attacks coming from two directions at the same time.

"Do you really want to die once?"

Maka lowered her head and pointed the wand in her hand. The next second, a huge and ferocious black skull flew towards Kanter.

One of the major advantages of soul magic is speed. This non-physical attack puts aside most material interference and arrives in front of Kanter in an instant.

At that moment, Kanter, who looked astonished, seemed to have really seen the call from the god of death.