harry potter book of crimes

If there was anyone who could make Hermione, who still had some resentment left in her heart, completely clear away her unhappiness, it would undoubtedly be Maka.

This time, both the editor of the Daily Prophet and the gossip writer Rita Skeeter completely put aside the previous remarks about Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

Today's front page headline is an extremely exaggerated full-page advertisement!

"The 1995 personal audio-visual show of the mysterious British magical actor!"

"The peak month of July, the King of Heaven appears again!"

"The first audio-visual feast in the history of magic, an unprecedented carnival is dedicated to you!"

"Lock your heart with my charm (charm)!"

Behind the jittering and jumping advertisements, there is a magic photo that occupies the entire first page. But what is surprising is that among this huge photo that took a lot of effort and even cost an astonishing amount of money,

But there was only a mysterious figure wearing a hooded cloak.

The black cloak is fluttering in the wind, and combined with the ruins of the surrounding battlefield, it looks really cool!

And right at the bottom of this page, there is a line of words printed that is not very conspicuous, but is not easy to miss:

"This concert is provided by Mr. Macca McLean with exclusive technical and financial support. Lock your heart and lock in this newspaper's second grand promotion on June 23!"

"What's wrong?" Harry and Ron asked, staring at Hermione who was squirting pumpkin juice.

"...See for yourselves."

Hermione took out her wand and cleaned the pumpkin juice off the newspaper, then handed it to Harry, who was sitting opposite her.

Harry reached out and took it, and was immediately surprised by this extremely rare large-page advertisement. However, after he looked at it a few more times, he found that there seemed to be nothing that would make Hermione squirt pumpkin juice.

Ron leaned next to Harry and was scanning the newspaper with a puzzled expression.

"Down here, look at the bottom!" Hermione was wiping her mouth. Seeing that both Harry and Ron looked confused, she immediately waved her hands and said.

"Uh... Ma cough cough cough..."

Ron obviously choked on his own saliva.

At Hogwarts, many students have the habit of subscribing to newspapers - after all, there are too few entertainment activities in the wizarding world, so newspapers have become one of everyone's preferred ways of entertainment and relaxation.

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It didn't take long for some attentive students to spread the news. Suddenly there was a lot of buzz in the auditorium, and everyone started talking among themselves.

"What is Maka doing?" Harry asked confused.

"Who knows?" Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I guess he is planning some messy things again!"

"I dare say that no matter what Maka is planning, this concert will definitely be exciting!" Ron said eagerly, "If it's July, we already have a holiday... I think we can go watch it together!"

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Hermione muttered under her breath.

But in fact, many students have similar ideas to Ron. This is a rare large-scale entertainment event, and it sounds quite fresh!

What is the “Actor”? It sounds like it’s the same person, but who is that “mysterious actor” with a handsome back?

Placing a full-page advertisement on the first page of the influential Daily Prophet consumes a lot of gold galleons.

What's more, Maka's personal assets are actually somewhat stretched, and he definitely won't be able to spend so much money.

But he couldn’t get it himself, and someone else had so much that he had nowhere to spend it!

For Maca, this is a typical empty-handed financing method.

For this small amount of money, the Witte family didn't even blink an eye - for them, as long as they can get the "Philosopher's Stone", throwing some gold coins around isn't the same as just playing?

Compared to the abandoned plan before, his plan this time was much more cautious and took into account a much larger scope.

"What is this kid doing again?"

At the teacher's table, Mad-Eye Moody saw Dumbledore's smiling face, so he also leaned over and took a look. As expected of an experienced Auror, he quickly noticed Maka's name at the bottom.

"No matter what he wants to do, at least it must be an event that stabilizes people's hearts." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's a pity, I guess I won't be able to go there to take a look..."

As Dumbledore said, there are frequent sporadic cases at the moment, and people in the British wizarding community are already a little uneasy. At this time, as long as this event can be successfully held, it will definitely make the vast majority of

The wizards relaxed and gradually became tense.

According to Dumbledore's guess, Maka is probably taking this opportunity to win over people's hearts, so if he goes, it will definitely affect the effectiveness of his successor's campaign.

However, how could Maka leave such a powerful labor force aside and idle?

This publicity has spread a lot in Hogwarts and even in the wizarding world across the UK. Everyone is talking about this rare and mysterious event.

But the instigator of this event is now shutting himself up in the Room of Requirement and working hard with his head covered.

This plan is equivalent to setting a time limit for himself. During this time, he must continue to study the rule runes in depth - he already has a preliminary concept of the so-called "power of rules"

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Rule runes can be roughly divided into three levels, and what Maka can currently try to understand is the largest number of first-level rule runes.

The first-level rule runes are material rules, which contain the laws of various material movements and the rules of the basic structure of matter. Maka's most proficient "cooling rune" is one of them.

But even if he can slowly study and understand it, the time it takes to initially understand the first-level rule runes will be calculated in years. This is obviously not something that can be used in a short while.

Therefore, what Maka needs to do now is to selectively master one or two of them and get infinitely close to the state of complete mastery.

At that time, combined with the power displayed by the rule runes, it can be called "the power of first-level rules".

Maka was in a state of devoting herself wholeheartedly to research, and returned to the routine of her past days at Hogwarts.

Of course, it was impossible to attend class, and that part of the time was also divided into research periods, leaving only a very small part to maintain understanding of the external situation.

During this period of time, Luna was the only one who could see him every day and even accompany him.

However, please don't think that only Maka will work so hard for research.

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"Miss Blois, they have just eaten and are sleeping... Please don't poke them with branches... Oh! That doesn't seem to be the head, the head is on the other side -"

Behind Hagrid's hunting cabin, there were several wooden shelves, each with a large flat-bottomed basket on them.

Those shallow flat-bottomed baskets were lined with a layer of soft and tender lettuce leaves, and plump, round worms lay lazily inside, as if they were sleeping soundly.

Willy squatted next to the wooden shelves and gently poked the heads of the insects with a green branch. But it was inevitable that the poke would be wrong sometimes, wouldn't it?

"Saliva, thickener." Willie said concisely and concisely.

The tall Hagrid was squatting next to her with a frown on his face, constantly telling her that she should come back later. But he found that he seemed to be completely unable to communicate with this little girl.

A fat insect in the basket seemed to be a little uncomfortable after being poked by Willie. It twisted its body and changed its position, and then continued to sleep deeply.

In fact, Willie has been dealing with Hagrid for a while, ever since she wanted Hagrid to help her raise such a group of Flobber caterpillars.

But Hagrid didn't know that Willie seemed to be very concerned about these precious bugs.

From that day on, she would squat here every day, and from time to time she would poke them one by one with branches. No matter what Hagrid said, it would not work.

What made Hagrid even more frightened was that although this little girl looked very cute, she had no expression at all.

Just looking at her expressionlessly holding a branch and poking at the Florob caterpillars made me feel uncomfortable all over.

Just like today, Willie was very persistent and stabbed them one by one, then stood up, turned around calmly and left, leaving only Hagrid who couldn't "get used to it" at all, squatting there with a blank look on his face and watching her.

's departure.

"...Could it be that this is fun?"

Hagrid hesitantly picked up the branch and couldn't help but reach into the basket and poke at it.

"Oh, sorry……"

He quickly retracted his hand because he realized that he seemed to have stabbed the wrong side.

"Damn it, it's so hard to tell the difference between the heads and buttocks of these little guys!" Hagrid said angrily.

On the other hand, Willy ran to the observatory after class and started a new round of potions practice. No one knew what she was busy with, but at least she seemed to be living a fulfilling life every day.

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"……that's it?"

Willie tapped the crucible with her wand, looked at the orange liquid inside, and muttered hesitantly to herself.

But after a while, she shook her head and cleared away all the liquid in the pot.

"The effect is not enough."

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and wrote down a few lines of matching data and effect evaluation in her notebook.

If anyone could look carefully, they would find that the thick notebook she spread out on the ground was already more than half filled with dense notes.

And the most common ones are "red crosses" one after another.

Willie was indeed not good at potion knowledge, but that didn't seem to affect her persistence in her research. Even though she failed again and again, she never thought about giving up.

In silence, she put down the quill in her hand and started a new matching attempt.