harry potter book of crimes

It was pitch black, and every inch of the castle was filled with darkness. Even though it had not yet darkened outside and was not shrouded in thick clouds like other places in the UK, the still bright sunshine was always ruthlessly blocked, not even a trace of it could be seen.

Can't get in.

The blackness, like mist and embers, seemed to swallow up everything here, and also swallowed up the vision of everyone who dared to step into this place without authorization.

However, at this moment, Maka, who was walking among them, was still walking steadily and calmly. Even his eyes had become a pair of decorations without exception, but after acquiring this demon body, his sense of magic became even more acute.

It was enough that he no longer needed eyes and could "see" the world more clearly than ever before.

"Click, click, click... click."

The place Maka wanted to go was actually not too far from the door. Soon, in the black mist, he stopped in front of a hall door. Then, he saw that he didn't knock on the door or anything, just

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, then walked in without hesitation.

This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts, or... it used to be. The tables, chairs, blankets and candles here are all very familiar to him.

But now, the familiar scene is no longer there. Even the magical top curtain that once made generations of little wizards - including Maka herself - marvel and become obsessed with it, can no longer reflect the blue outside.

The sky, hanging above Maka's head at this time, was just a dark gray.

However, unlike other places in the castle, this huge auditorium was completely empty without any trace of fog.

Then Maka opened her eyes.

That woman can't "see" by just relying on magic power. Standing in front of her, it is more reliable to use your eyes honestly. The moment Maka opened her eyes, the witch Kern did not exist in the induction.

Her figure immediately "appeared" deep in the auditorium. In the dim hall, there was only one candle burning there, emitting a faint light, illuminating half of her beautiful face.

Kern was sitting at a round stone table, flipping through a book. The candle stood plainly on the table, looking abrupt but inexplicably unpretentious.

Witch Kern seemed unaware of Maka's arrival. Of course, to be more precise, perhaps it should be "no surprise".

"You're back."

Ancient Greek is a bit unfamiliar to Maka after all, but as he specializes in ancient magical literature enough to become a professor at Hogwarts, he obviously doesn't understand it. What's more, this is not the first time he has interacted with the other party.

Had a conversation.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Maka behaved very calmly and indifferently, or in other words, very casually. She saw him responding casually and walking over by himself as if he had returned home, and then sat down opposite Kern.

"Anger, arrogance and lust have been successfully returned to their places." Maka also picked up a book casually placed on the table and flipped through it casually, which was exactly the same as his tone of voice at the moment.

Opposite him, the woman who had always been wearing ancient Greek clothing was even plainer than him.

"I feel it... you're very efficient."

Maka smiled softly after hearing this.

"After all, the person holding that sword is an acquaintance of mine, and so are the people around him. It's not difficult for me to ask them to do something." At this point, he suddenly paused, and then added something like

"Even if they don't seem to agree with what we are doing."

It was at this moment that Witch Kern finally raised her head and glanced quietly at Maka, who was sitting across the table.

"It seems that you failed to convince your friends."

"Didn't I say it a long time ago?" Maka listened and shrugged, "Even if I can agree with your idea and even help you do it, this thing will probably not be perfect - except

'Forced', I'm afraid I can't use other words to define this plan."

However, Kern shook his head slightly.

"You didn't 'agree' with it."

Maka seemed to be calm when she heard what she said. She nodded and said:

"Okay! Yes, it's not 'agree', at most... it can only be regarded as 'agree'! If it weren't for the fact that there is almost no room for redemption, I would not agree to you, let alone help you."

"...There is nothing wrong with being loyal to your own ideas."

When she said this, Witch Kern was no longer looking at Maka. And Maka actually knew very well at this time that the woman in front of her didn't care at all whether others agreed with her point of view - if she cared, she

Back then, she would not have remained stubborn despite the strong opposition of many wizards and even the repeated attacks on her, and finally embarked on a journey that was almost a point of no return without hesitation.

As she said at the moment, "stay true to your own ideas", which is what she has always done.

The words gradually settled down, and the darkened auditorium fell silent again. Both of them were flipping through the pages of the book, not knowing whether they had read it or not.

After a while, Maka spoke again, breaking the silence again.

"By the way, there's also gluttony, and half of it has been solved."

Witch Kern did not react immediately to his words. After a few seconds, she softly said "Huh".

"He shouldn't be suspicious yet." Maka seemed to know what she meant and added.

Kern obviously still didn't care very much, and didn't even raise his head this time.

"It's up to you."

Maka nodded and finally stopped talking. After a while, after he had read about a dozen pages of the book, he put down the book, stood up, and left without even saying hello.

.

He encountered no obstruction.

…

The dark clouds above our heads are still thick, just like the hearts of Hermione and others who are flying in mid-air at this moment.

Everything we experienced in the main hall of Buckingham Palace last night made everyone feel extremely complicated and heavy... It can even be said to be torture. Many things are thought about now after the fact. Even if we can finally think more calmly, there is still not much.

clues.

Is that Maca?

There is no doubt that that should really be Maka - even if her appearance has completely changed, most of the people here are very familiar with each other, so how can they admit their mistake?

But...that's not Maca.

Let’s not talk about the crazy and terrifying plan that the other party mentioned at the beginning, because even if there was some reason, the Maka that everyone knows would never do such a thing - he really killed the living corpse

Girl!

"……hateful."

In mid-air, Hermione, who was flying at high speed on a broomstick, couldn't help but scolded. The suppressed voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and became a little distorted in the wind.