harry potter book of crimes

In ancient times, wizards had a far deeper and clearer understanding of magic than in modern times. They once opened up a path of sublimation from "material" to "spiritual", even down to every detailed step.

At that time, wizards had extremely high requirements for personal talents. Both physical fitness and intelligence were necessary elements for every wizard to climb the peak of magic mysteries.

But because of this, there are surprisingly few wizards who can embark on that path, causing the inheritance to be completely lost.

Until modern times, the so-called "wizards" have lost their strength, their training environment is even worse, and even magical creatures have long lost the instinct to continue to diversify.

As Muggle science develops more and more, wizards as a group have come to an end.

But in such a harsh environment, Dumbledore, who was extremely intelligent and talented in the "spiritual" way, unknowingly embarked on a wizard's path that belonged only to him.

He used "spirit" to smooth over the lack of "material", used his life insights to savor the charm of the rules of the world, and at this moment, like the ancient wizard, he touched the peak called "death".

"...Sometimes, people...should be more selfish..."

Voldemort simply couldn't understand that when Dumbledore said these words, he had a naughty smile on his face like a child.

But the power he gained from the Bewitching Monument made him feel some kind of unparalleled threat.

"Damn, what happened?"

He cursed angrily to himself, then waved his wand without hesitation.

Immediately, black energy swirled around him again, enveloping him and suddenly expanded into a black ball. Then it collapsed silently in an instant and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

He actually escaped like that, decisively and quickly, without any hesitation.

"run!"

Among the group of Death Eaters, I don't know which one shouted first, and then everyone immediately disapparated and fled in the blink of an eye following the footsteps of their boss.

Such an anticlimactic ending made the members of the Order of the Phoenix standing inside the school gate watching the situation outside look at each other in shock for a long time before they had to accept the reality in front of them.

"Go back, Voldemort won't come back anytime soon..."

Dumbledore turned around calmly, waved slightly to everyone, and then walked towards the main entrance of the castle. Only when passing by Hagrid's hut, he glanced towards the Forbidden Forest inadvertently.

Soon, when Dumbledore came to the lawn in front of the castle, he saw rows of stone knights standing in an orderly manner at the main entrance and the entrance to the auditorium, silently performing the task of guarding the school.

Professor McGonagall, standing behind the knights, immediately smiled and nodded after seeing Dumbledore.

"How is it going?"

Before Dumbledore came closer, Professor McGonagall immediately asked.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "It's okay, it's safe for now... We'll talk about the details later. Now let's arrange for the students to go back to their dormitories to sleep!"

It's obviously still early before dawn! Although the professors definitely have no chance to sleep, the students are at the age where they need sleep.

When the deans of each house returned to the common room with the young wizards and urged everyone to go to their dormitories and go to bed, Dumbledore and Snape returned to the principal's office first.

"Severus, there are some things that you need to pay more attention to, about Maka's child..."

That night, Snape stayed in the principal's office until dawn, and then with his usual cold expression, he strode away.

Although he had always walked like the wind, with his robes often spread out like bat wings, this time he seemed to be walking more hurriedly than before, as if he was venting the heavy worries in his chest.

Shortly after Snape left the principal's office, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and Dumbledore walked out with a strange expression on his face.

"...It seems that I have forgotten someone."

While muttering, he took the escalator downstairs.

At the same time, in the underground tower under the Quidditch pitch, Lockhart was huddled in a corner of the ice palace on a certain floor, trembling with his arms and knees.

"...I, Gilderoy Lockhart, swear to Merlin that I will study knowledge seriously in the future, not be lazy, negative, or cheating. I will keep my integrity, work hard, and strive to become a qualified wizard all my life!"

"So...can someone please help me quickly? I'm about to freeze to death - ah - sneeze!"

Around him, there was nothing but an ice wall, and there was a deep cold air everywhere. From time to time, there were snowflakes flying in the air, almost turning him into a snowman.

I don’t know if he was in conflict with the cold place or if he was cursed. Every time he tried to be a hero, he would end up trapped in a cold place.

Why can't this damn ice and snow maze even use a fire-making spell?

"Hey~~~~Mc, sneeze! McClay~~~~Yeah!" Lockhart's teeth chattered from the cold, and his voice trembled like Pavarotti's aria, "Help~~~~

Fate~~~~Ah~~~~”

In this deserted ice palace, only Lockhart's tenor was constantly echoing, with endless desolation and sadness.

…

Voldemort's attack was like a farce, which started inexplicably to most people, but ended quietly in the same inexplicable way.

But in this noisy stage play, Maka did not play any role in it, even if it was just an unknown passerby.

But only a limited number of people know that the author of most of the scripts is him, who lives far away in the mountains and forests of Albania.

Well, it's said to be far, but it's actually not that far... at least for this time, it's actually very close.

Today is June 29th, four full days have passed since the night when Voldemort fled in panic. Even counting today, there are only two days left before summer vacation.

At this time, Maka was squatting in front of the dark bewitchment monument as she had been for the past few days, adding the last few words to her notes.

To be honest, this big black stone is indeed quite mysterious, and the secrets contained in it also give Maka a headache. With his current knowledge of magic, he may not be able to completely understand this thing if he is given another ten years.

Fortunately, Maca doesn't need to fully understand it.

As far as he is concerned, there are actually two purposes: one is to study the mystery of the formation of the Black Death, and the other is to find effective means to deal with the Black Death.

Of course, it would be great if we could learn more about Voldemort's current state and strength.

It has to be said that he is very lucky - these ancient level magic items are mostly related to rules; some mysteries that others will never be able to understand are traceable to him.

After he had written down all the required detection data one by one, it was time to go back.

"...Okay, now I'll be very busy when I get back!"

Maka stood up, patted the hem of her clothes, and after packing up all her things, she quickly left the main tomb along the way she came.

It wasn't until he walked out of the ancient temple that served as the entrance that he took a deep breath of fresh air and waved happily to the alienated Acromantulas standing outside.

"Hi! Little ones!" he said with a smile, "Do you miss daddy?"

A group of spiders suddenly looked at him with their eight big eyes, which made his eyes sting - these little bastards were so unbearable to look at!

Maka was in a good mood. After all, a problem on his mind had a clear clue to solve it, and a big stone in his heart was finally settled.

After going through such a series of preparations, the purpose was actually to come here without Voldemort paying attention and uncover a corner of the mystery of the Bewitched Monument. It was really hard to think about it.

But the contents of the "Book of Sin" were right in front of him, reminding him all the time that he needed to be very prepared for everything, otherwise he might regret it for the rest of his life if he was not careful.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Maka reached out and pulled out...ahem...a suspicious piece of hair from her waist, with a cartoon big yellow chicken with a stiff expression printed on it.

He nonchalantly shook his unusually fancy penis, then stretched out his wand and tapped it, as if he was adjusting something. After a while, he opened his left hand, and then shook it hard.

The moment he tightened his grip on the big yellow chicken on the waist, the chicken suddenly spun up with him, and then suddenly fell down.

Following a distortion of space, he and his body disappeared deep into this uninhabited jungle.

…

"Ouch——!"

This is also the first time for Maka to use a portkey. Although he made this one himself, no one stipulates that whoever makes it will definitely be able to use it, right?

During long-distance travel across continents and countries, Apparition is often a little unstable. Although others are not as far away from each other as Maka, the Portkey still plays a role in this kind of ultra-long-distance travel.

played an important role.

The production of portkey spells is actually quite simple, but due to abuse during a certain period, the Ministry of Magic opened a separate office to strictly control this simple and effective magic prop.

But why does Maka care about this? As long as the magic power fluctuations generated when arriving at the destination are restrained, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to detect it at all.

However, after all, this was his first time using it. He just wanted to control the magic power, but he didn't expect that this thing would be merciless when it throws people around.

Oh... Why is it so soft underneath me? Could it be that... I made some innocent passerby sit down with my butt?

Maka lowered his head, only to see a familiar figure lying on his back under his butt, with a head protruding from between his legs.

"Well..." Maka grinned apologetically and showed a hearty smile between her legs, "Hi! Good afternoon, how about we go have a cup of butterbeer together... My treat!"