harry potter book of crimes

"Click——"

Perhaps due to the sudden cooling of the environment, a crack suddenly appeared in the glass of the window facing the street, and it continued to spread downwards.

As the cracks continued to spread, the piece of glass finally became overwhelmed and shattered into fragments on the ground with a clang.

The next moment, the brothers and sisters around it burst open as if responding to it. The shards of glass that were supposed to be glittering and translucent were inconspicuous in the dim room. They splashed up and crashed again, covering the entire area near the window.

piece of ground.

The first piece of glass may have cracked due to the sudden change in temperature, but this time, it looked like it had suffered some kind of impact.

While the three Dursleys were shouting in low voices, Harry subconsciously took out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand in the direction of the window.

"Don't use magic. Someone will pick you up soon."

At this rather urgent moment, Harry's mind flashed through the words on the note sent by the barn owl just now.

"Did Mr. Weasley know in advance that this was going to happen?"

He didn't have time to think about it, but he saw one... no, several familiar figures suddenly appeared in the originally dark window!

The cold seems to be getting worse.

"What's there?" Uncle Vernon yelled, almost hoarse, and the fear in his tone seemed to overflow at any moment.

"Is it... a dementor?" Aunt Petunia crossed her arms and said tremblingly.

At this moment, Harry almost thought that Muggles could also see the outline outside the window, but when the next second came, he realized that the Dursleys were just guessing.

"boom!"

With a sudden loud noise, the bolted window frame was instantly knocked open by a strong force, and several tall figures lowered their heads and floated in from the window one after another.

The Dursleys were obviously startled, but their eyes remained on the opened window, and they did not show any signs of seeing the hooded monsters coming in.

Harry held up his wand, his fingers clenching the handle turning red from the force.

At this moment, he had to expend a lot of willpower to restrain his urge to cast the Patronus Charm.

One, two, three, four, five... five dementors in total!

In the past, in order for them to practice the Patronus Charm well, Maka would bring a dementor for them to practice in practice every day, and would change an energetic training target every day.

If anything, he has actually seen many dementors.

But maybe it was because he had always been nervous, or because there was no comparison. It was only now, when five dementors surrounded him at the same time, that he realized that these dementors were not all the same as he had imagined.

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Although they all wore tattered black hooded cloaks, and their mummy-like fingers were extremely ferocious, in fact, each one was different.

Harry kept retreating under the pressing pressure of these five Dementors, but soon he was forced to lean against the wall, with no way out!

"This can't be done... If it really doesn't work, then the only option is to cast the Patronus Charm."

Harry pursed his lips and breathed heavily, the white mist coming out of his mouth and nose almost touching the chest of the leading Dementor.

What should I do? Do I want to use it? In the current situation, I have to use it!

The dementors were gathering little by little, and the strong cold air gave him goosebumps, and a sense of despair was constantly infecting his tense nerves.

No! If this continues, I won’t be able to use it even if I want to!

Harry's wand was propped on his chest, and his clenched right hand made the tip of the wand tremble constantly, trying to defend the last few inches of hope.

Suddenly, Harry took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly: "Calling God to protect -"

"Ding dong——"

He was halfway through the incantation when he was interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell.

"Ding dong - ding dong -"

The doorbell rang unhurriedly, which seemed particularly abrupt at this urgent moment.

This feeling is as if you were at an extremely important exam and when the invigilator just walked up to you, someone suddenly handed you a cheat sheet with answers.

Maybe you really want to take it over, but you just don’t have the heart and courage!

"Aunt Petunia! Open the door!"

When Harry stepped back step by step, the Dursleys stared at him as if they were looking at a monster; and when the doorbell suddenly rang, the couple trembled with fear.

You want them to open the door? Are you kidding me?

"Bang!"

No need to bother now, because the door panel has been completely "removed" by someone outside and flew directly to the center of the living room.

"Take it easy! You don't have to pay?"

An unusually familiar voice sounded from outside the door, and Harry felt like he was about to shed tears.

"Leni doesn't care! You have to pay for it, you bastard Maka!"

"Of course I'll pay the compensation! Do you have money? You... Oh! Good afternoon everyone, it's really disturbing to come here as a guest at this time..."

In the frightened sight of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from the dark door. The atmosphere was like a leisurely stroll, as if they were really just here as guests.

"...Please allow me to introduce myself," the visitor nodded slightly and said with a smile, "My name is Maca McClain."

Although he said the words, Maka's actions did not hesitate at all.

A silvery white light suddenly appeared in his right hand, and dense particles of light swirled between his fingers, like wisps of silver flames.

As he waved his hand, the flames immediately swayed out and turned into an eagle in mid-air, suddenly flying past Harry.

In just an instant, the five dementors were knocked out and fell into the corner of the living room like balls of rags.

In an instant, the originally dark and silent space seemed to be completely shattered, and the entire living room lit up. The setting sun outside the window spilled into the room again, coating everything around it with a layer of gold.

Only the broken windows and the door that fell to the ground kept telling the Dursleys that everything just now was not a nightmare.

"...Maka."

Harry suddenly felt his whole body relax, and he slid against the wall and sat on the floor, about to faint.

"Sleep you [beep] [beep], wake up and be happy!"

Maka walked up to him, took out a white potion bottle, pulled out the cork and poured it into his mouth.

"...cough cough...cough..." Harry seemed to be choking. After a violent cough, he stuck out his tongue and said, "Oh! Maca...this thing is too bitter..."

Although he was complaining, a cheerful smile appeared on his face, as if he had remembered something happy.

"Really?" Maka nodded as she took back the potion bottle, "It is indeed very painful. I remember Ginny said it before, right?"

As he spoke, he stood up again and looked around.

"Okay, then..."

Maka took out her wand and waved it lightly. Everything in the room seemed to shake, and all damaged things flew back as if they were rewinding.

The door panel floated into the air, flew back according to the trajectory it had just flown in, and was reinstalled on the door frame; the window frame that was knocked open by the dementor closed automatically, and the glass shards on the ground flew back into the window frame again, and again

It turned back into a complete glass; even the tables, chairs, tablecloths and dishes that had been bumped were restored to their original appearance.

When the cracks on the original glass disappeared, the entire living room no longer had any trace of being invaded.

"This... what kind of curse is this?"

Because Maka didn't recite a spell, Harry couldn't imagine what kind of spell could achieve such an effect - it was as if time was going back.

"Huh?" Maka turned around and shrugged, "Have you learned it before? This is a repair spell."

"Restored as before?" Harry said in shock.

Maka nodded, pulled out a chair by the dining table and sat down, then looked at the Dursleys again.

"You two, aren't you going to give me a cup of tea?"

"Who will give you tea? You are trespassing! Please tell me—"

"Vernon."

Mr. Dursley was interrupted by his wife.

"Mike——"

"McLean, ma'am."

"Yes, Mr. MacLean..." Penny forced herself to calm down, she paused and said, "Although I am very grateful to you just now...but, can you explain your purpose of coming?"

Maka stared at her for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm here to pick up Harry. I believe you have seen that he still doesn't seem safe here."

"But... it's okay if you leave, what should we do?" Penny felt that she couldn't calm down at all. She clenched her fists and said excitedly, "Did a dementor come in just now? Where has it gone now? Will it come back?

?"

Maka waved her hand and said: "Don't worry, madam... There are still people guarding outside now, and we will arrange for you to move to a safer place as soon as possible -"

He paused and then added specifically: "Of course, I mean...if you agree."

Petunia stared at Maka closely, and after a long time she let go of her clenched hands, turned around and walked to the kitchen. Vernon on the other hand seemed to have gradually calmed down from the initial panic, but looked unkind.

Sat on the sofa.

By the way, Dudley, who had been hiding under the table from the beginning, has only now slowly crawled out.

Not long after, Petunia brought over a teapot and a teacup, and poured Maka a cup of hot black tea.

Perhaps because Maca deliberately put on high-end Muggle clothing, he was actually much more normal than other wizards in the eyes of the Dursleys.

But no matter how normal he is, he is still a wizard, which is still difficult to accept in the hearts of the Dursleys.

"Thank you, Madam." Maka picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Speaking of which, Madam seems to have also -"

"Shut up!"

As if she guessed what Maka wanted to say, Penny suddenly shouted hysterically, and her sharp voice seemed unusually harsh.