harry potter book of crimes

"...Yes! There was a red light coming from the carvings on those slates, which looked like blood, but it scared me a lot! It looked ominous no matter how I looked at it! So I simply dealt with all those slates.

Lost……"

What the old butler Edward said was very serious, and it sounded really attractive. Judging from his calmness and calmness just now, it seemed that he was just looking for a topic to chat at this time.

Maka listened absently, smiling from time to time to avoid being rude, but his mind had already wandered elsewhere.

"...So, if the master had not passed away, there would be no need for me to be so distressed! The master has lived for 665 years in this life. Even if he had children when he was young, where would he find them now? I really left a legacy for him.

The pile of 'babies' down there are worrying!"

The old housekeeper was still chattering, but these words made Maka's heart skip a beat - Nick Flamel is dead? You old man is still worried about the inheritance? You don't want it, I want it!

However, Edward's next words directly extinguished most of the fire in Maka's heart.

"...The will left by the master only distributed the property of the main house, but did not mention a word about the things in the laboratories. No, this time I will make a final donation to my alma mater in accordance with the master's will.

In fact, I also want to hear what you think, madam."

The laboratory of the most famous alchemist master in the world, is this valuable?

If you ask any wizard about this, they will get the same answer - of course it is valuable! It is extremely valuable!

But there is value, and those who know the art understand that the laboratory of an alchemy master is not something that can be entered casually.

The so-called alchemy is not just about refining gold or the elixir of life.

Nick Flamel, the old monster's alchemical laboratory, may contain as many opportunities and dangers as a newly excavated Egyptian pyramid.

In the Egyptian magic world, in order to figure out a pyramid, wizards from all over the world of magic participated. When the Egyptian Ministry of Magic was first established, a semi-independent research department was established, with a large number of wizard talents working together to study and explore.

Seeing the old housekeeper telling the real intention of coming to Beauxbatons in a roundabout way, Madam Maxime couldn't help but feel troubled, and Maka on the side showed a slightly complicated expression.

"This old man called me, obviously he wanted to get more witnesses..."

Macca is involved with Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and even Voldemort. Now that he sits here, Mrs. Maxim will be concerned about his existence no matter what she wants to do.

"Hey! If I didn't show up, he probably wouldn't have told me about it!"

For the old butler Edward, since his late master's family had left all the funeral affairs to him, he must be careful.

For a very sensitive heritage like the Alchemy Laboratory, it's okay not to deal with it. Once it is dealt with, you have to pay attention to the reactions of various forces.

In fact, Nick Flamel did not say anything about the processing methods in his laboratory. On the contrary, he even repeatedly warned that he would deliver his various alchemical results to the world.

Obviously, this good friend of Dumbledore also has a "broad mind."

But regarding this matter, he has lived for 665 years without coming up with a good and stable idea. Now leaving this mess to the old housekeeper to figure out is actually equivalent to breaking the pot.

However, Nick Flamel could dump this broken pot to his good old butler, then lie down on the bed with his wife and die.

But who can the old butler leave to?

The loyal old butler Edward was so worried! He was so worried that he would just think about it when he had nothing to do. He couldn't eat or sleep well. He almost imitated his master and used the "death escape technique" to blame him.

When he came back to Beauxbatons, he originally just wanted to make some insinuations and find out what Madam Maxime was saying. But he never thought that Maka's sudden visit would make him make up his mind.

In Edward's view, if the three major magic schools in Europe were to jointly pick up this broken bottle, and then the principals of the three major magic schools would come forward to participate in the global magic world, wouldn't this be able to realize the wish of the master's family steadily?

Now he threw the question out lightly and felt relaxed all over, but Madame Maxime immediately became distressed.

If the three major magic schools jointly brought this "big treasure" to the surface, Dumbledore might not be able to shirk it based on his personality and conduct, but let's talk about Durmstrang's Karkaroff...

Let’s not talk about whether he accepted it or passed the blame. Once Karkaroff found out, why didn’t he immediately step in and muddy the water?

To be honest, although Mrs. Maxim is not a malicious person, she has such a big treasure right in front of her, so who wouldn't be jealous of it!

Although this is a big trouble, it is also a big treasure! If Maka hadn't been sitting next to him...

Thinking of this, Mrs. Maxim glanced towards Maca, only to see him sitting on the sofa chair without looking away, as if he had not heard this at all.

When Maca noticed Madame Maxime looking over, he even grinned.

"This McClain... what does he mean? Could it be that..." Mrs. Maxim thought for a while, but then smiled bitterly, "Hey! Although this little guy's strength is difficult to ignore, he is still a child after all.

...How can a child be so thoughtful? I must have been overthinking it..."

After thinking this, she simply put aside some of her petty thoughts and nodded towards the old housekeeper.

"I will notify Hogwarts first to see if Albus has any thoughts - after all, he and your master are good friends, I think he will definitely help you come up with a good idea."

Seeing Mrs. Maxim's eyes flicker, Maka thought that her pretentious hint had been understood by Maxim, but who knew that she had left the matter to Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.

"...I originally wanted to get some meat out of this pot, but in the end I still can't even drink the soup!"

Whether it's the Muggle world or the magical world, it's not that difficult for a student to get involved in this kind of thing, and he actually knows it very well.

It was precisely because of this consideration that the old butler Edward took this "little guy", who had a complicated identity but was unlikely to have any influence, to be used as a witness.

But because of this, Maka had the opportunity to come into contact with this matter first. It would be weird to say that he had no idea!

It's just that recently, there have been a lot of things on his head. Since the simplest method just now didn't work, he doesn't have the energy to bother with it.

"Throw it to Dumbledore, just throw it to Dumbledore! I'd better solve the matter of Voldemort and the Bewitched Monument first..." Maka couldn't help but think to herself.

But how did he know that even though he might not take the initiative to contact some things, they might not fall on his head in the end...

…

After sitting in the principal's office at Beauxbatons for a while, and after Madame Maxime and the old butler Edward continued to chat for a while, Maca and Luna walked out of the principal's office with Edward.

"Mr. McClain, you are finally out!"

As soon as Maka stepped out of the principal's office door, she saw little Gabrielle waving her hand in surprise and walking this way with her sister.

It seems that the Delacour sisters have been waiting in the corridor outside until now!

"Oh... I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long!" Maka said quickly, "Actually, you don't have to wait for us. Luna and I can go shopping by ourselves in a while..."

"How can that be possible? And..." Fleur was about to say something, but when she saw that the old butler Edward was also there, she immediately changed the subject and said, "Oh! Mr. Edward, are you leaving now?"

Edward smiled and nodded, and said slowly: "Yes! There are still many things to deal with at home. I hope to see you again next time, beautiful Miss Delacour."

After the two said goodbye, Maka, Luna and the Delacour sisters walked to the tower on the other side.

Yes, Beauxbatons Castle also has towers, but not only are they the same height, they are also very symmetrically arranged on both sides of the main building, and their shape is much more detailed than the towers of Hogwarts.

If Hogwarts Castle is a kind of rough and mysterious beauty, then Beauxbatons is the kind of beauty that is as dignified and delicate as a princess.

The four of them went all the way down the tower and visited many places such as classrooms, laboratories, libraries, etc. When they visited roughly half of Beauxbatons Castle, Maca discovered that they seemed to have returned to the castle again.

in the hall.

Because the summer vacation had just begun, the castle seemed empty, but there were still a few students-looking boys and girls gathered together in the hall, seemingly discussing some topic.

The moment Fleur stepped into the hall, she immediately stopped and subconsciously wanted to take Maka away from here.

"Why haven't those guys left yet? Let's get around it quickly..."

Fleur invited Luna over this time with a small calculation in mind. How could she let those annoying guys come over and cause trouble?

But she was able to avoid it that time before, but this time she couldn't avoid it.

"Fu Rong! Hey... don't go!"

A boy glanced out of the corner of his eye and immediately noticed Furong, who was standing at the side door of the hall and was about to turn around to avoid her. He immediately shouted out.

When he shouted, the surrounding students naturally reacted immediately, so they also turned around and looked this way.

"Who allowed you to call my name!" Furong lightly stomped her foot, turned around angrily, and glared at the boy.

Girls with Veela blood will be admired wherever they go, and girls with this blood are usually beautiful.

Just when she frowned and glared, the boy who was obviously pursuing her immediately seemed to have lost his soul and his feet were floating.

Maka glanced at Fleur with a puzzled look on her face, wondering why she wasn't affected at all?