harry potter book of crimes

The things in the principal's office had been packed up and taken away by Professor McGonagall a long time ago, which naturally included the portraits of previous principals that originally hung half the wall.

As for the password that made Maka a little nostalgic, of course it would not exist anymore.

To be honest, there is nothing interesting for the two of them to see here. Not to mention, the principal's office is also occupied by endless darkness at this moment. Even if you want to see things and think about people, it is obviously difficult to do so.

"Oh! Harry, guess what I touched?"

Hearing the voice, Maka seemed to be walking faster than Harry, and had now reached a certain position further inside. Hearing Maka speak, Harry paused slightly before replying:

"What?"

"It's Fawkes' perch!" Maka didn't mean to show off, and quickly answered, "Why didn't Professor McGonagall take this with her? I remember Fawkes' perch was gold-plated...

...Well, speaking of which, if Fox is still there, maybe the thick black fog here can be dispersed!"

"So where is it now?"

Hearing the content about serious matters, Harry finally gained some energy and even his tone became much higher.

Unfortunately, finding a free phoenix would probably be much more difficult than solving the problem on their own.

"On the top of some high mountain? Probably." Maka said casually, "But... I remember that the Viseu family of the four major families also seems to have one."

As he was talking, he heard a clicking sound from behind. It seemed that Harry had groped for the row of lockers with bookshelves on the other side of the wall, and began to open them one by one to confirm if there was anything inside.

Maka thought for a while, then moved her hand away from the gilded branch where Fox used to stand. She turned around and said, "If you are looking for the Pensieve, it must be gone."

"I know," Harry replied immediately, "I just...oh, I think I have."

While talking, he did not stop what he was doing. At this moment, he seemed to have really found something - it felt like a paper box. He shook it and the box clattered in his hand.

There was a loud sound.

"Okay! I can probably guess what it is." Maka was startled and said.

"Yes," Harry nodded, subconsciously raised the box in his hand, and then thought that Maka couldn't see it, "It's Bibi's multi-flavor beans, maybe... about half the box? I don't know... the fourth graders are here.

Professor Dumbledore gave me a lemon sorbet when I was visiting, and I saw him taking it from the drawer of this cabinet..."

At the end of the sentence, he seemed to be holding the candy box and hesitated for a moment, and then continued:

"...Would you like one?"

"Bibi's all-flavored beans?"

Maka seemed to be more interested than Harry before, but this time she asked in a tone of "Are you serious?" But after a few seconds, Harry heard

He changed his words again:

"No, um... I mean, okay! Just take one."

Among the many types of candies in the magic world, Maka has never liked Bibi's multi-flavor beans because he has never liked "competing for personality". He can only choose one flavor from a lot of weird flavors based on luck.

It can be said that "normal" jelly beans come out, and usually you can only know this kind of thing after putting it in your mouth and tasting it. No matter how you think about it, there is a problem.

"You know, I don't like eating this stuff." Maka said, already walking close to Harry.

"Yeah, I know." Harry replied.

While the two were talking, the candy box had moved from Harry's hand to Maka's. The latter also shook it, then shook the box and poured one from the inside into the palm of her left hand.

Then while Maka returned the box, she picked up the multi-flavor bean of unknown flavor with the fingers of her left hand, lowered her head slightly and said as if looking at it:

"I remember that Professor Dumbledore didn't like eating it very much... Do you remember? When you were lying in the ward at the end of the first-year semester, the professor mentioned that he had eaten one when he was young.

It smelled so bad that I didn’t like eating it from then on. At that time, the professor tasted one more at your place, which may have been the first time he made an exception in many years, and ended up eating another earwax-flavored one..."

"It happened so long ago, and you still remember it so clearly?"

The moment Harry said these words, a strange color flashed across Maka's face, and then quickly disappeared. This scene was obscured by thick black fog, and Harry could not see it.

Just listen to Harry continue to say:

"But you said it in such detail, I actually remembered it, it seems that this is indeed the case."

"So!" Maka took over again, "Since something appears in a place where it shouldn't appear, I'm wondering, does it have any profound meaning?"

"An enemy trap?"

Harry reacted quickly. The moment Maka finished saying that, he subconsciously became on guard. Even the Bibi multi-flavored bean box that had just returned to his hand immediately changed from grabbing it to just using it.

Holding it with two fingers, it seems as if it will be thrown away in the next moment.

But Maka continued:

"No, it's not likely to be a trap. After all, from the time we came here to the time you rummaged for candies, it was basically all improvised... I mean, could this be a piece left by someone for us?

Hint: If that's the case, it must be someone who is very familiar with you and me, and can even guess that we might come to the principal's office."

"Could it be..." Harry was stunned when he heard this, "Could it be Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well."

Maka opened her mouth to speak. After all, by now, Harry and the others should be prepared for some things. It's just a pity that some things cannot be said too clearly.

If it's Hermione, maybe she can think of something through my words - Maka thought.

"It's possible!" He finally agreed with Harry, "After all, Professor Dumbledore has always had wisdom and long-term vision that we didn't expect."

But in fact, this was probably just a box of ordinary Bibi's multi-flavor beans... Maka, who wanted to remind Harry but failed, threw the beans into her mouth.

"Uh... cough, bah... the smell of shoe polish?" Maka spat the beans far away, "So I hate this... but it seems like my luck is not good today!"

"Are you leaving?"

Harry heard Maka's footsteps starting to move towards the door. He thought for a moment and simply took the box of multi-flavor beans with him and followed immediately.

"Where should we go next? It's your choice this time!"