harry potter book of crimes

"...McLean? I've never seen you ring the doorbell before. Are you looking for trouble?" Sirius looked at Maka standing outside the door and said dissatisfiedly.

Today's weather is actually quite good. The bright sunshine shines on the earth, spreading the summer heat to its heart's content.

But probably because of the gust of wind that blows from time to time, the heat is far less annoying than the previous few days.

The streets are still empty, and the square not far away is still in the same depressed state, which makes people feel a little sorry for this forgotten community.

"That's why I want to give it a try," Maka smiled nonchalantly, "You can't keep repeating the same life, right?"

"I think you're just looking for trouble!" Sirius said angrily, turned around and walked inside.

Maka took a deep breath, then followed in with a calm face, and closed the door smoothly.

"I'm going back to the study first. I have something to do today. You don't have to wait for me for dinner."

After saying that, without waiting for Sirius to respond, he turned a corner in front of the reception room door and headed towards the stairs.

However, he had just taken a few steps up the steps when he heard a burst of hasty footsteps behind him.

"Maka!"

He turned around when he heard the sound and looked at Hermione who was chasing after him in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"What you told me before - the practice of silent spells has nothing to do with the syllables of the spell, right?" Hermione hurried over with a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right hand.

"Yes!" Maka nodded slightly, "As long as we strengthen our understanding of the magic spell and remember the technique of silent recitation, we will succeed sooner or later... Are there any other questions?"

"Uh..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said, "It seems... gone."

"That's good, keep working hard!"

Maka smiled again, then turned around and continued upstairs.

Hermione looked at Maka's leaving figure, with an inexplicable confusion on her face.

This feeling is like seeing a trap question when taking a test paper. Although the question is very similar to a certain example question that I have done in the past, the knowledge points to be used are completely different.

With a puzzled mood, Hermione walked back slowly.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" In the reception room, Ron saw Hermione's confused expression and asked subconsciously.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione shook her head and put the matter aside for now, "Let's continue studying! We have to increase our strength as soon as possible and help everyone in the Order of the Phoenix as soon as possible!"

"You should also pay attention to rest. Don't be like McClane who works day and night. You should enjoy your time as a student!" Lu Ping said with a gentle smile, "This is how we came here too."

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On the stairs, Maka walked up with steady steps, and soon arrived in front of the study door. He gently turned the door handle and opened the study door.

"Yo! Bastard Maka, you're back!"

On the sofa in the study room, Leni curled up among the books and flipped through a copy of "The Quibbler." When Maka walked in, she waved to him lazily.

The study room was actually not much different from when Maka left. At least Leni didn't dare to browse around here. She only saw the book "The Quibbler" in the pile of books in the corner.

The curtains, as always, blocked the fiery sunshine outside so tightly that no light could penetrate.

In the study room, only the magic lamp is emitting soft light. There is no temperature, only light, which cannot give people a "natural" feeling.

"Well," Maka responded softly, and then continued, "Leni, please go out first! I have something to be busy with..."

"Huh?" Leni pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Leni hasn't finished reading it yet! This magazine is so interesting - why didn't you take it out and show it to Leni earlier! Bastard Maka!"

"Get out quickly," Maka frowned and said, "Or do you want to stay and help me feed Xiao Qi?"

"I don't want it!" When Leni heard this, she immediately jumped up from the sofa, and her lazy look disappeared immediately, "Leni just go out! Humph!"

Watching Leni skipping out of the study, Maka closed the door and took out her wand and tapped the doorknob lightly. Then she held the door with one hand and showed a slightly tired expression.

Immediately afterwards, his breathing was no longer even and gentle, but became slightly heavier.

In the battle he encountered at the Ministry of Magic today, he was only injured once from the beginning to the end. Yes, except for the sneak attack from Voldemort, he used magic to defend it in time.

Even if it was the black fireball that was attacked by a sneak attack, he relied on the effect of "Concentration" to respond in time, but in his haste, he still suffered serious injuries.

Compared with the powerful power of magic, human beings themselves are fragile, and this has not changed since ancient times.

"It's no wonder that many wizards try to transform their bodies and even improve their bloodlines..."

Panting, he sat down on the spot and slowly took off the wizard's robe that he had changed into at the Ministry of Magic, revealing the dusty and messy shirt underneath.

Of course, this is just the front view.

At this time, behind Maka, there was a hole the size of a washbasin, making the shirt completely lose its meaning of existence, and the dripping blood stains soaked the black pants into a strange dark red.

However, what was exposed through the holes in the shirt was not a bloody wound - the trauma had almost healed under the effect of the potion.

On Maka's back, between the remaining blood stains, some skin could be seen. But on that skin, a strange black color replaced the normal flesh color, and exuded an ominous aura.

In other words, what Maka suffered this time was not just physical damage, but the magical damage contained in it was even more disturbing.

"Voldemort really used his brain a lot this time!" He said to himself slightly sarcastically.

In fact, Voldemort's plan this time may not seem like a big deal, but the thought involved in it is no less than those complicated plans.

After several confrontations, Voldemort also understood Maka's superiority.

To put it bluntly, Maka's strength is not only based on magic, but his careful thinking and accurate judgment are what makes him really difficult to deal with.

Maka McClane is a truly "intelligent person" - or so Voldemort thinks.

But the more people like this, the more they will unconsciously deepen their thinking when encountering unexpected situations, make simple things complicated, and try to find the reasons for the incident.

Therefore, Voldemort first stood in Maka's perspective and imagined how Maka would act next.

During the audio-visual meeting, Maka took the initiative to draw a line between them, which made the two truly stand on opposite sides.

So, what will Maca do?

"He will guess what I will do next." - This is Voldemort's summary of Maka's plans so far.

As a result, Voldemort immediately thought of the plan he had just made: he had planned to let his people sneak into the Ministry of Magic and try to get the prophecy ball containing the prophecy of that year.

Therefore, Voldemort simply made changes and designed an ambush and sneak attack plan that was so simple that he himself felt "stupid".

Even though this plan required him to let go of his pride and dignity, now, the pressure brought by Dumbledore's lineage made it impossible for him to continue to be arrogant.

After repeated setbacks, even the Dark Lord will start to look at himself again.

Because of this, Voldemort used Lucius and the Black Death to send Maka an "emergency situation"; and then while Maka was troubled by a non-existent "intention", he put down his pride and carried out

sneak attack.

This was undoubtedly a despicable and stupid method, but it allowed Voldemort to see the hope of victory for the first time - at least, that's what he thought when the first sneak attack was successful.

But reality told Voldemort that his judgment about Maka was fundamentally wrong.

Maka has been working hard to improve his magical strength. He is essentially a person who considers strength and wisdom on the same level.

In other words, from the moment Maka decided to become a wizard, he believed that the wisdom and power of a wizard were basically the same thing.

And the person who made him make such a judgment was none other than Dumbledore.

However, even though Voldemort's plan failed again, and Maka was almost thrown into the mysterious arch, Maka was not having an easy time.

Voldemort's current power comes from the Monument of Bewitchment, and this power is naturally quite extraordinary.

Maka already had some understanding of a small part of the mystery of the Bewitched Monument, but it was only a small part at best. He didn't know much about the injury this time.

Through his perception of magic power, he had only noticed for the time being that the magic power in his body had become sluggish due to some remaining black energy.

As for the feeling of fatigue on the body, it is just because of excessive use of magic power today, which is secondary.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, Maka stood up again, dragging her somewhat weak body to sit behind the desk.

He needed to find a way to get rid of the black energy as soon as possible, or at least suppress it first.

The sun is still shining brightly outside the house, and the chirping of the summer cicadas has subsided a little, but the heat has not completely dissipated.

Originally, Maka would occasionally open the curtains to enjoy the feeling of summer - he was this kind of person, but now, he has no intention to enjoy life.

"What a terrible summer vacation." Maka muttered casually while flipping through her notebook.