harry potter book of crimes

Night has fallen quietly without realizing it, and the lights in Georgi's Bar have also been lit inadvertently. Probably because there are only two bars here, the place becomes bustling with people at night.

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Regardless of whether the drinkers knew each other or not, those who drank a few more drinks let go of the remaining restraints in their hearts and started talking to each other.

Hagrid, who had been a little unhappy just now, quickly forgot what had just happened after a few glasses of wine, and started talking to another local wizard, Ji Tongya, who didn't even speak English.

Even though the two of them had no idea what the other was talking about, it had no impact on the congeniality between them, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite good.

On the other hand, Mrs. Maxim seemed still unable to feel relieved that her apology was not accepted. When Maka and the other party were chatting casually, she would glance over there from time to time.

In fact, Maka had noticed it a long time ago, but he really didn't feel the need to hold on to it - the other party obviously didn't take it to heart, right?

What he wanted to do most right now was naturally to have a few more words with the lady opposite.

"...I wonder what it tastes like in 'your' mouths?"

When she said this, Maka's eyes fell on the wine glass in the other person's hand, and she did not hide the curiosity hidden in her words.

Hearing this, the other party picked up the wine glass without caring and took another sip.

"I can't answer this question." The tip of her red tongue slightly poked out and licked her upper lip, as if she was savoring the fragrance left in her mouth. "If I say it's 'sweet', then

How do you know that the 'sweet' in my mouth is not the 'bitter' in your mouth?"

As she spoke, she stretched out the index finger and thumb of her right hand, gracefully wiped the rim of the glass she had drank from, and then pushed the wine glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why don't you try it?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Maka always felt that she was a little naughty when she said this.

Maka was not polite. He reached out and picked up the wine glass with interest, held it in front of his eyes and shook it. In the translucent glass goblet, some kind of dark red wine hung on the wall of the glass.

Thin layer of viscosity.

When he leaned to the rim of the glass and took a sniff, a rather rich smell of rust mixed with the light aroma of rum immediately filled his nostrils, which made him completely give up the idea of ​​taking a sip.

He smiled, pushed the wine glass back intact, and shook his head.

"As far as I know, the 'sweet' in your mouth and the 'sweet' in my mouth are actually the same taste." Maka thought for a moment, and suddenly the topic changed, "Want to have some dessert? I'm treating you.

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"Isn't it a good idea to let a beautiful lady eat dessert at night?" The other party raised her slender eyebrows and smiled sweetly, "Little brother, I can't tell, but you know 'us' quite well...

...You are right, except for this -" she raised the glass and gestured, "the other tastes are no different from what 'you' have in your mouth, they are just simple -"

"...Not interested?" Maka guessed.

"Yes... you can say that!" She nodded slightly, "Although it tastes good, there is not much to taste."

"Is it because the body doesn't have corresponding needs...?" Maka said to herself thoughtfully.

Because living things need food to continue their lives, they evolve appetites - this is the most direct cause and effect relationship. As for the "taste" of food, it is at best a "bait" that lures living things to prey.

This is true for the "human being" Maka, and the same is true for the "person" in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking about this, Maka became more and more interested.

"Perhaps, there are some unexpected connections between 'us'!" His eyes were staring at each other, but the focus seemed to be on the entire group behind her, "I wonder if I am lucky enough to know your

What's the name, 'Beautiful Lady'?"

"What can't you do?" She sat up a little straighter, and the hand supporting her chin was temporarily placed on the table, "Nislayne Saint-Guinea--you must remember it, little brother."

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After that, Maca did not continue chatting with Ms. Saint Guina, but stood up and said goodbye, and then returned to the round table where Mrs. Maxim was.

After a few people ordered some food and ate it in a hurry, they went to the dormitory behind the bar to rest.

When Maka and Hagrid came here to book a room, Hagrid originally planned to book two rooms, but at Maka's insistence, they ended up booking three rooms.

When Maka heard a thunderous snore coming from next door, he couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile.

"I thought I had expected it, but it turns out I still underestimated Hagrid!" He thought to himself.

But just when he was about to place a silencing spell in the room, the hand holding the wand paused and inserted it back into his sleeve again.

Then, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the black mark on his forearm, feeling slightly lost in thought.

That was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, in addition to part of the remaining black energy, there was also some magic power that had been infected by the black energy and could not be completely cleaned out.

To this day, the magic power has been almost assimilated by the black energy. In other words, the lost magic power will probably not be recovered.

Fortunately, it was only a small part, and it did not have a big impact on Maka. However, although he blocked this part of the black energy together with the contaminated magic power with runes, in the end it was still a hidden danger.

At least he would not want to meet Voldemort again until he found a way to completely eliminate him.

Even though he didn't think that Voldemort could control this part of the black energy sealed by the runes, as long as there was still a possibility, he would not take such unnecessary risks.

What makes him a little incredible is that he does not feel any malice in this black energy. Not to mention malice, even the "negative energy" that all black magic must have, in this black energy

There isn't even a trace in it.

In terms of the characteristics displayed by the Bewitching Monument, this has to be said to be a very strange thing.

Just when Maka thought about the little bit of magic power he had lost due to casting a spell, there was a slight knock on the door of the guest room. Amidst Hagrid's loud snoring next door, even Maka almost

I didn't hear it.

He pulled up his sleeves and smoothed them out, straightened his collar a little, and then turned and walked towards the door.

"Oh - good evening, Ms. Santaguina." The person who came was the lazy beauty who had chatted for a short time in the bar in front.

To be honest, Maka really didn't expect her to come.

"Little brother, sister misses you so much!"

Before Maka could invite her, she reached out and pushed lightly on Maka's chest, then walked into the room on her own.

Maka shrugged, smiled nonchalantly, and then closed the door.

"Ms. Saint-Guinea, what's the matter with your late night visit?" He said habitually as he walked in, "I need something to drink——"

He stopped mid-sentence.

"...Oh, I'm sorry," seeing the other person looking back with a half-smile, he waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a drink."

"Yeah?"

Ms. Saint Guina said, winking at Maka meaningfully.

"Of course, of course," Maka walked to the table in the room with a smile, then reached into her waist and picked it up, "If you want to try something new, I actually have a lot of varieties here..."

He kept talking, but his men kept going, and soon there were a lot of potion bottles of various sizes on the table.

"Dragon's, troll's, mermaid's... Oh, this is not an empty bottle, it belongs to the invisible beast. I have only encountered it once, so don't drink it all... Oh, right, there is another bottle here.

Basilisk, I believe you will be very interested..."

Bottles and bottles of Maca are all treasures. To be honest, these are all his inventory, at least a small half of which others may not be able to buy even if they want to buy them.

"Oh? There are even basilisks?" Ms. Saint Guina smiled sweetly. It seemed that she became more energetic at night, "Hmm... this smells very refreshing..."

However, she just sniffed it and quickly put the bottle in her hand back on the table.

"Thank you for your trouble, little brother...but sister, I am very picky about food!"

These words sounded a bit malicious, but Maka thought of a certain possibility.

"Speaking of which, your last name seems familiar..." Maka raised her head and asked, "Is it the 'Saint Guina'?"

"You remember well..." Ms. Saint Guina said, suddenly leaning towards Maka, and her slender and tender fingertips gently traced Maka's neck.

"How about it, do you want to be my first 'male'?" She leaned into Maka's ear and murmured seductively.

"Even a vampire can't live that long..." Maka smiled and pushed her away gently, "Or do you want to tell me that soaking in the girl's blood can really allow vampires to extend their lives and resist aging?

"

That's right, the Saint Guina lady in front of you is a complete vampire.

"What, don't you believe it?" St. Guinna took half a step back, a mischievous smile appeared on his face, "Immortality is not the patent of those wizards. There is a rumor in the Muggle world that vampires can live forever.

What a story and legend!”

Maka didn't argue with her, but sat down on the chair next to the table and gestured behind her.

"Please sit down! I think... nighttime may be your most active time, but I still need to sleep for a while!"

As he spoke, he repeated the original question softly: "I wonder why you came to see me?"