harry potter book of crimes

Maka's action was very neat. After he used the shrinking spell to pack away all the petrified werewolves, he took Leni and Lena away from the almost destroyed room.

basement.

He planned to take the two werewolf girls to Hogwarts, and believed that Dumbledore would arrange them well.

As for Logan, he did not follow Maka to Hogwarts Castle. As mentioned before, he planned to start with the remaining ordinary werewolves and move forward step by step towards the goal he desired.

To be honest, although Maka can show enough respect for every ambitious person, he actually doesn't think highly of Logan.

If you want to make wizards identify with werewolves, in addition to the popularization of wolfsbane potion, speaking of interests is obviously the most realistic and effective method.

However, Logan obviously does not have this ability.

Of course, there are always various methods, and in this regard, Maka will not declare that he will never succeed.

"I will support you," Maka smiled, "...Of course, I mean on a spiritual level."

Logan took a deep look at the werewolf sisters, then waved his hand, turned around and left without saying anything more.

"I don't dare to expect your support. As long as you don't object, thank God." He murmured to himself as he walked away.

Standing on the side of the street, looking at Logan's retreating figure, Maka turned her head as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Hungry!" Leni said bluntly, "Do you want me to take a bite?"

Lena stretched out her hand to pull her, but she didn't care. Instead, she raised her head and looked at Maka.

"Hey... from now on, it's time to change your recipes."

Maka pressed her face and pushed her aside, then walked past her and walked forward, causing her to groan in dissatisfaction.

"Where's Lena?" He suddenly asked again, "I think you are much more reliable than your sister... What do you like to eat?"

"...shredded pork with green pepper."

"ha?"

…

The next morning, in the Gryffindor House common room.

"Hermione!"

Hermione, who had just come down the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, was suddenly stopped by Ron, but she had no intention of stopping and kept walking forward quickly.

It was as if she didn't even notice there was someone next to her.

But Ron reached out and grabbed her arm.

"What on earth do you want!" Hermione shook his hand away violently and said without looking back, "First you asked Lavender to steal my things, and now you want to apologize? Do you think I will forgive you?

?"

"No...Hermione..." Ron's voice came from behind her, sounding a little dry, "I have something to tell you...I...I like you!"

"Sorry, but I don't like you."

Hermione's answer was decisive and quick, as if she was trying to clarify something as much as possible.

"I know..." Ron was just silent for a moment, then continued, "I asked Lavender to steal the dress, how did you know?"

"Now that things have happened, is there any point in asking this?"

Hermione said something coldly and planned to leave again. But as soon as she lifted her legs halfway, Ron grabbed her arm again.

"you……"

"Hermione! Listen to me!" Ron grabbed Hermione's arm and continued to ask stubbornly, "Did you hear the conversation between me and Maka?"

"So what? No?" Hermione stood there, still facing Ron and asked.

"Since that's the case, it's easy to say..." Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Hermione, I know very well that you have never liked me... I came today just to give myself an explanation."

"I know, Maka is right - I can now face my weaknesses, and if I want to grow further, I must break my weaknesses!"

"But... I thought about it for a long time after I went back... and then I understood. I am not Maka, and I don't have the ability to become him or replace him!"

"The only thing I can do is like today - confess my heart to you, and then wait for the rejection you give me personally."

Having said this, Ron closed his eyes and shook his head in pain.

"For me, 'giving up' is my greatest courage."

This sentence seemed to consume most of Ron's strength, and his whole person was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

But at the next moment, he suddenly raised his lowered head and looked at Hermione's back.

"But Hermione, you are different." He said firmly, "You are much smarter than me... No, you are smarter than most of your classmates! I think only you can keep up with Maka... You

You should go tell Maka clearly!"

"...'Giving up' is the courage that only belongs to me. It is definitely not suitable for you!"

Ron's words were so loud that many students in the lounge looked over.

Hermione turned around, but her eyes were elsewhere.

She shook her arm slightly and said expressionlessly: "Let go...you're hurting me."

"Uh...I'm sorry..."

Ron subconsciously let go of his hand, but saw Hermione suddenly glance at him.

"You don't need to tell me, I won't give up." Hermione looked at him and said, "But I won't go to Maka either - at least not now! Maka has a very important plan, and I definitely won't

Will interfere with him!"

After saying that, Hermione turned around decisively and walked out of the lounge.

But after taking a few steps, she stopped again, turned sideways and said softly "Thank you" to Ron.

As smart as Hermione, she already understood why Ron stole her dress. And her "thank you" was not so much a thank you to Ron for taking such trouble to think about her, but rather a thank you to her.

A final "redemption" given to Ron.

Ron looked at her leaving back, rubbed his face with a wry smile, and then let out a long breath.

"Okay! Everything is finally over!"

"What's over?"

Harry had just come out of the dormitory at this moment, but he didn't know that he had missed a lot of exciting programs recently.

"my love!"

Ron looked at Harry, finished speaking seriously, and then burst out laughing to himself.

He felt that he was much more relaxed now - he no longer had to think about those boring things, and he could enjoy the fun in life again.

Although life is not always satisfactory, he will still feel inferior because of certain facts. But he believes that this is his true self, not anyone else...

As Ron said, the recent messy things are almost over - at least for the three Harrys, this is indeed the case.

And soon, the summer semester started without everyone noticing.

Normally, the beginning of the summer semester would mean that Harry and the others would have to intensify their training to prepare for the last Quidditch match of the season.

But this year, the last event of the Triwizard Tournament has completely taken over this major event in the school - even if the warriors still know nothing about the content of the third event.

Finally, in the last week of May, Professor McGonagall asked Harry and Hermione to stay after the Transfiguration class.

"Potter, Granger... you go down to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to them, "Mr. Bagman will tell the warriors what the third event is there."

Yes, under the auspices of Dumbledore, the Triwizard Tournament continued as usual, without any changes due to the appearance of the Dark Mark.

So, at half past eight that night, Harry and Hermione separated from Ron in Gryffindor Tower and came downstairs. When he passed through the hall, Maka was coming up from the basement stairs.

"Maca?" Harry asked curiously, "Where did you come from?"

"Professor Snape's office..." Maka replied casually, "Well, to be precise, it's Professor Snape's private potion preparation room."

He seemed to be still thinking about something and looked a little absent-minded.

Hermione on the side just glanced at him secretly a few times without saying a word.

"What do you think it could be?" Harry asked Maka as the three of them walked down the stone steps and melted into the cloudy night. "I heard that Miss Delacour seems to be nagging all the time.

Walking down the underground tunnel, she thinks we are looking for treasure."

"That's not bad." Maka said perfunctorily, "You can borrow a basket from Hagrid and let them do the work..."

They walked along the dark lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and then entered the pitch through a passage between the stands.

"What did they do there?" Harry stopped suddenly and said in surprise.

The Quidditch pitch has completely changed!

Although the surrounding lawn is still flat and smooth, there is an incredibly large hole right in the center of the court!

"Is it really an underground tunnel?" Harry said, carefully walking to the edge of the huge pothole and looking down.

But he just poked his head in, took a look, and immediately took a few steps back.

"Oh my god! This...isn't this too deep?" he said loudly.

"Hello!" shouted a cheerful voice.

Ludo Bagman appeared behind them, accompanied by Fleur.

Harry and the others turned around and walked towards them. When Maka came nearby, Fleur smiled brightly at him, but Maka continued to think about something without realizing it.

"What do you think?" Seeing everyone approaching, Bagman asked happily, "The progress is good, isn't it? In another month, the layout will be completely completed, don't worry!"

He saw the unhappy expression on Harry's face and said with a smile: "As soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch pitch will be restored to its original state! Well, you can guess what test you are about to face.

Bar?"

"Treasure hunt in a cave?" Fleur seemed very happy, thinking she had guessed it right.

"No, it's not..." Bagman said with a smile, "Of course, before announcing the correct answer, the first thing we have to announce...is the score of the second project!"