harry potter book of crimes

"Maka, there is news from Arthur. Harry successfully completed the mission."

When Harry was sitting in the interrogation chair in the Tenth Courtroom and facing a lot of pressure, Sirius conveyed the good news to Maka's ears with a happy face.

"Harry is indeed fine." Maka said with a smile, "He has always been a little Gryffindor lion, and he has never lacked courage."

"Of course, back then James——"

"Forget about his father," Maka waved her hand towards Sirius, "Harry is Harry, not anyone else's heir. When facing evil, it is enough for him to just be himself."

After saying that, Maka stood up from behind the desk and stretched greatly.

"Okay, then it's time for me to take action..." He put down his arms and said with piercing eyes, "Sirius, first let the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix get ready. During my absence, you must

Increase vigilance!”

Maka thought for a while and then reminded: "If you encounter trouble, don't regard the sisters Leni and Lena as a burden... In terms of combat power alone, they are no worse than anyone else."

"Oh?" Sirius glanced at Maka in surprise, but didn't ask any more questions.

Nodding towards Sirius, Maka turned and walked to the small bedroom next to her...

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Mysteries.

Behind the black door that Bode walked in was a wide, circular room.

Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is uniformly black, and twelve identical black doors are neatly inlaid on the curved black walls.

Some candles with faint blue flames swayed on the wall, and the cold and flickering flames were reflected on the smooth marble floor, making the ground look like an ink-colored pool.

And at the intersection of the ceiling and the curved black wall of this room, a black spot that was almost integrated with the surroundings remained motionless. Only an extremely weak blue light occasionally flashed, proving that there was indeed something there.

Suddenly, the blue light that flickered for a long time suddenly lit up. Although the bright light was still inconspicuous, if you look carefully, you will find that the dim light actually lit up behind the black dots.

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Just then, the black spot moved!

Silent movement, tiny but quick steps, eight slender legs that kept swinging...and eight pairs of gray-green eyes that suddenly opened.

That's a shrunken Acromantula!

When it silently climbed to the ground, with a sudden flash of blue light, several tiny and delicate runes flashed rapidly under its belly, and the space suddenly became distorted.

The next moment, a figure wearing an exquisite wizard's robe suddenly appeared above it, and then stood on the black floor with his legs spread in a very unsightly manner, holding a particularly eye-catching orange* in his hand.

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"Xiao Qi, I told you during practice, you can stand anywhere, don't stand on the ground!" The figure immediately squatted down and let the little Acromantula crawl into the palm of his hand, "You're really not afraid of me.

I stepped on you?"

After that, he stuffed the little spider directly into his sleeve, put the "piece of cloth" back into his pocket, then straightened up and looked around the room.

"As expected, those guys will still take Harry to the dungeon's trial room, but Harry does deserve some encouragement. This task may sound simple, but it's actually not easy."

This is of course Maka. He drew marking runes on Xiaoqi's belly, which is enough to use the door key to sneak into places where there is no restricted space.

He looked at the twelve black doors around him. There were no door handles on them, and there were no nameplates indicating the functions of each room. It was as if anything that could distinguish them did not exist.

Maka thought for a while, then simply walked to a door, and then closed her eyes slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he stroked the door leaf with one hand and concentrated on feeling the subtle magic fluctuations behind the door.

After a short while, he turned around and started walking slowly along the curved wall, his fingertips quietly passing through the doors and walls. After walking a full circle, his steps suddenly stopped.

"...It's just some inexplicable power," Maka suddenly opened his eyes and gently pushed the first door he came into contact with, "Especially here...what is this?"

As expected, the door couldn't be pushed open at all, and seemed to be locked by some powerful magic.

Maka thought about it for a moment and finally shook her head.

"Let's talk about it later, go get what you need to get first..."

He took out a bottle of Immortal Yin Potion from his waist. After drinking it, he walked straight to a certain black door on the other side.

The door was not locked, and Maka pushed it open easily.

When those dazzling diamond-like rays of light filled his vision, an obscure magic wave enveloped his entire being.

The twelve black doors have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. It was behind this door that Maka felt this familiar fluctuation just now.

In the rule rune chart attached to the back of the Book of Sin, the rune representing time has this feeling - although he still cannot understand the mystery of it so far.

In this room, countless clock dials are shining with a faint but profound light.

Various types of clocks of different sizes are scattered here and there, including large floor-standing desk clocks, wall-mounted home wall clocks, and even several rows of hourglass timers neatly placed in glass door cabinets, all with

A gold chain that looks like a necklace.

Some of them are suspended in the middle of some staggered brackets, some stand on a long dining table, and of course some are placed directly on the floor because of their large size.

It is these large numbers of clocks with different models and styles that make the rapid and seemingly never-ending ticking sound continue to echo, uniform but distinct, like the footsteps of a marching guard of honor.

And the first light that shines like a diamond comes from the crystal dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover at the deepest part of the room.

Standing in this strange room, Maka sincerely sighed at the depth of the mystery of magic, which was simply unbelievable.

"Material drives representation, and spirit deduces rules."

He recalled the answer he gave to Bronze Little Eagle in the first place. At that time, he was just coping, but now that he thought about it, the meaning was extremely profound.

Except for the bell-shaped crystal cover, the other clocks are just ordinary magic clocks. The principle of magic is just to calculate the intervals of each second based on the knowledge of the rising sun, the setting moon, and the movement of the stars, which is not much different from the clocks in the Muggle world.

But it is these ordinary clocks, when they are gathered together, that can make him feel the spiritual interpretation of the rules.

But Maka didn't expect him to get anything from it, because to feel such subtle rules from here, it would be better to ponder the rule rune chart to get a clearer view!

Sighing slightly, Maka decisively raised her legs and walked towards the bell-shaped crystal jar.

This is the Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and the room connected to the Time Hall must be the Prophecy Hall.

Walking along the narrow gap between the long dining tables, Maka casually looked at the crystal cover. There seemed to be a tumbling chain of light that was constantly twisting and flowing inside.

In the middle of those light chains, there is an egg as clear as a gem floating.

It rose quietly as the light chain circulated, and then cracked silently. A hummingbird flew up from the egg and rose straight to the top of the glass cover.

But as the chain of light flows and falls, the bird turns into a feather that withers, ages, and falls little by little, until at the very bottom it turns into a jewel-like egg again.

"Hummingbird?" Maka tilted her head, a little confused.

His Animagus form is that of a hummingbird, but there is no connection between time and hummingbirds... To be honest, he has never thought of this connection at all.

Scratching his scalp with an inexplicable expression, he silently remembered this piece of unexpected information in his heart, planning to write it down for future consideration when he returned.

Then, Maka walked around the glass cover that contained traces of rules and looked at the only door behind it.

Pushing the door gently, it opened without making a sound.

Behind this door is a room as high as a church. It is filled with rows of neat black wooden shelves. The wooden shelves are all covered with dusty turbid glass balls. There is nothing else.

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There was only an occasional group of candlesticks, inlaid on the edge of the wooden frame at a certain distance, and the dim candlelight spread, but it did not make the place look much brighter.

Like the original round room with twelve doors, the flames of these candles are all blue. The small glass balls, with turbid clouds vaguely flowing inside, emit an extremely weak gray light.

This room is obviously colder than the Time Hall outside.

"Prophecy ball...?"

Maka just knew that Voldemort would definitely care about the prophecy, because if he failed again and again, he would definitely develop a psychological reliance on those mysterious and mysterious things.

Just like, when someone predicts that you will be killed by someone, will you really remain indifferent? Especially in this magical world where the blood of prophecy really flows!

At least Maka will be very concerned about it. Even though it is indeed difficult for him to understand prophecies, it does not prevent him from paying attention to things that are beneficial or harmful to him.

Speaking of which, he has actually experienced a prophecy that couldn't be more "straightforward".

After taking a deep breath, Maka took out the wand and stretched it straight forward.

He did know that Voldemort would want to know about the prophecy made by Professor Trelawney more than ten years ago, but Maca had no way of knowing where the prophecy ball was.