harry potter book of crimes

"Let's 'test and test' more! It's definitely not a bad thing to be cautious - in order to protect the people we want to protect, we can't be too careful, right?"

Maka was still sitting there holding the tea cup, looking at Hermione's back as she quickly left, and said to herself in her heart.

But suddenly, his face, which was originally calm and smiling, stiffened, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"hiss--"

He took a slight breath of cold air, and then pressed his thin lips together tightly. The blood vessels between his forehead and neck stood out, and the tea cup in his hand trembled slightly with the force of his fingertips.

It looked like... he was trying his best to endure some sudden and terrible pain.

"Crack!"

Maybe she didn't want to knock over the tea cup with the tea liquid in her hand that was constantly beating! Maka took a deep breath with her nose twitching again, then stabilized her arms with all her strength, and put the tea cup back on the table as gently as possible.

Unfortunately, the impact of the cup bottom hitting the table still caused a small amount of tea in the cup to spill out, and a few light red flowers appeared on the white tablecloth.

Fortunately, the unknown pain seemed to go away as quickly as it came. As the second hand on the clock hanging on the wall in the back room ticked several times, the armrest of the chair that Maka was holding instead of the teacup finally stopped shaking slightly.

Tremor.

Then very quickly, his slightly bewildered breathing became gentle again, the pale color on his face gradually faded away, and as the muscles relaxed, a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks as the blood flow accelerated.

"You don't look... well."

Suddenly, a slightly muffled voice suddenly sounded in the empty courtyard. It wasn't very loud, but it was obviously enough for Maka to hear.

He saw Maka looking up, and at that moment, he saw a figure appearing not far away - he knew this figure, it was one of the alchemy dolls made by Sarah, but

I don't know when the other party has walked so close to him from the opposite door.

"Yes," Maka took out a handkerchief from her breast pocket, casually wiped the slight sweat on her forehead, then smiled at the other party and said, "Obviously, there is no such thing as

How nice.”

As soon as the words fell, Sarah's muffled voice sounded again from the doll's unmoving mouth:

"I can feel the vibration that came from your soul just now... You know, I can feel the state of your soul. But... even so, I still didn't find anything strange about your soul."

"Yes."

Maka still affirmed Sarah's observation. Then she saw him subconsciously touching his chest with his hands, lowering his head slightly, and continued as if he was feeling something:

"Your perception is correct, so don't worry, it's just a little trouble. In fact, from a certain perspective, it may have some benefits!"

"What's the benefit?" Sarah continued to ask through her puppet's mouth.

However, Maka shook her head again when she heard this, then raised her head again and smiled at the other party.

"As you can see, I just suddenly woke up from the ice coffin. In fact, for me, from the moment I opened my eyes, everything in front of me was unknown - to be honest, this feeling is really

It’s terrible!”

He said this, paused again, and then turned around and said:

"However, it is precisely because of this that the pain that comes from the depths of my soul like the one just now is more real and precious to me. At least it can let me know that my soul seems to be fine, but in fact it is obviously there.

Problem! And this, for me, who knows almost nothing about the current situation, is undoubtedly a valuable clue... Oh, actually, this is not the first time. Although it is indeed a bit painful - it makes

I remember enduring the Cruciatus Curse - but I must say, I'm still looking forward to its next visit."

After Maka finished speaking, Sarah was silent for a moment, and then she heard her muffled voice:

"I hope you won't die the next time it comes."

"That's what I'm hoping for!" Maka nodded, "After all, if I die, I won't have the chance to figure out what happened to me. Then the several pains I've experienced since I woke up, but

It’s all in vain!”

After saying this, he reached out again and picked up the cup and took another sip. Then he put down the cup, backed away from the chair, and suddenly stood up. With his actions, the slight fatigue that lingered on his body immediately dissipated, and the fatigue he had shown on the battlefield before was gone.

Calmness and determination are back again.

Then, I saw him looking at the doll in front of him and saying loudly:

"Since you sent it to find me, that means it's over for you, right? Then come back! Leave all the follow-up defense work of your stronghold to the people of the three major families. We have more important things.

Things to do.”

"I see...are you really okay?" Sarah replied first, then paused, and then added with some uneasiness.

"Thank you, but it's okay. I know it well."

Maka smiled again, and then turned his attention to the door behind the doll. At the same time that he set his eyes there, Harry's figure hurriedly walked out of the door holding a sword.

Maka didn't waste the smile on her face. With the remaining smile, she looked at Harry who stopped just as far away as Hermione and said:

"Are you back too?"

"snort."

Harry snorted without saltiness, glanced at Sarah's alchemy doll that he also recognized, and looked around in the courtyard.

"Where's Hermione? She contacted me and said that she had already come over first."

"Yes, but she left again." Maca explained, "Mrs. Maxim received a letter - it was written by Mrs. Weasley. We think that Ron and Ginny should know the news as soon as possible.

You know, they may be slower there, unlike you and Hermione who can get it done as quickly as you and Hermione do."

"Mrs. Weasley?"

Compared to Maka, Harry's relationship with the mother of the Weasley brothers is obviously deeper. It can be said that he has lost his biological parents since he was a child and has not had a decent childhood. In fact, he has already lost his biological parents.

Think of the other person as your own mother.

Hearing the news about Mrs. Weasley, Harry suddenly became excited, and as his mood was ups and downs, he also obviously realized that something was wrong.

"She wrote to Maxim? Why? Did something happen in the shelter community?"

"Oh no, no, it's not what you think. The refugee community is very nice there." Maka waved her hand to signal him not to worry, "It's just that I think Mrs. Weasley already knows about Percy.

And obviously, she is very strong, and maybe she wants to do something - probably everyone else in the community thinks so too."