harry potter book of crimes

"McLean, you're finally back! You know what? The owl can't find you - we're all so anxious!"

"I'd better rush back as quickly as possible. Hagrid and the others are still moving the giant tribe in the deep mountains and forests!"

"Transfer the giant tribe? Oh, no... Let's not talk about this for now. Come upstairs with me! Go and see Kingsley!"

"Ah, yes...what happened to Kingsley? What exactly happened while I was away from England..."

Two full days have passed since the night when I fooled those giants.

When those giants with well-developed limbs and simple minds all regarded Hagrid as the messenger of their ancestors, Maka observed it for a while.

After he explained clearly to Hagrid and Madam Maxime what to do, he immediately seized the time and hurried back with the portkey.

But after he fled back to Hogwarts for a walk, before he could take a breath, he learned that something seemed to be going on with the Order of the Phoenix.

Since the situation seemed to be urgent, he rushed to the Black Mansion without stopping. Immediately afterwards, he was grabbed by the wrist by Mrs. Weasley who was staying at home, and he stumbled upstairs.

"...At the beginning, he just looked dull, but within two days, he also started attacking without purpose. We had no choice but to use magic to control him first -" Weasley

The lady was talking nonchalantly, and from just now, her face was full of worry.

"...right in this room."

The two of them stopped at the door of a small bedroom in the corner of the third floor, and then Mrs. Weasley motioned towards the closed door.

"Yeah." Maka nodded slightly, and then turned the doorknob without hesitation.

After he opened the door of the small bedroom, he saw a tall figure locked tightly with magic handcuffs and shackles. When Mrs. Weasley lit the magic lamp in the room, the room

The darkness was completely dispelled in an instant.

Controlled by both magic and physics, it is Kingsley Shacklebolt, whom Maka has long known.

However, although his appearance has not changed at all, Kingsley's eyes are completely different. In those pupils that should be soft and tolerant, all Maka can see is madness.

As soon as the dark-skinned wizard in front of him saw someone coming in, he immediately tried to stand up. At the same time, as the chains tightened, he was pulled to sit down on the floor again.

"Kingsley!" Maka shouted as she walked forward, staring into the other person's eyes, and then frowned slightly, "...well, no response?"

His eyes did not leave Kingsley's eyes, and his hands did not stop. He touched his waist and took out a syringe. After removing the needle cap, he gently inserted it into Kingsley's fixed hand.

Prick it up.

"...I can't feel the pain either," as he said, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Kingsley's eyes, "The sight can't...well? Then why is he 'staring' at me?"

While Maka was examining Kingsley, Mrs. Weasley was constantly describing the recent situation.

Maka listened distractedly for a moment, and then she realized that all this was caused by the last unusual case about the "mad wizard".

In fact, there have been several similar incidents in the past few days since Maca left the British territory.

For unknown reasons, five wizards from different areas have fallen into intermittent madness. The original wizard has even become quieter every ten hours or so.

Because this series of cases was most likely a conspiracy being planned by Voldemort, emergency situations followed. When Maka could not be contacted immediately, Kingsley, who was already responsible for tracking this case, went out for several nights to investigate.

However, at dawn just over two days ago, the members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting around the kitchen having breakfast only saw an elite Auror who looked lost.

After that day, Kingsley's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Although he was no longer able to communicate with people normally as soon as he came back, he could at least react to people in some ways, such as staring at people walking around or babbling incomprehensible syllables.

But before long, he completely turned into a fool who could only lie on the ground and drool in a daze.

And just the day before Maka came back, Kingsley finally showed up in a purposeless attack. Just because his symptoms were very similar to the crazy wizard in that series of cases, so when everyone was prepared, no one

Anyone injured as a result.

"...It's just that Kingsley's appearance has given everyone a big blow," Mrs. Weasley had long lost her original aura. She was now telling the story in a serious tone, "Especially...last night, Sirius

Sneaked out..."

"...Really?" Maka heard this and looked back at her subconsciously, "It's okay, I have a way to find him, but the most important thing right now is to find out Kingsley's physical condition first."

Having said this, he took out a dark brown potion bottle from his waist, but did not immediately remove the cork.

"Mrs. Weasley, please cover your nose and hold your breath." After the other party complied with some confusion, Maka also took a deep breath, pinched her nose with one hand, and then pushed the cork open a little with one hand.

After that, he immediately shook the bottle mouth under Kingsley's nose, and then pressed the cork firmly.

"That's it."

After hearing this, Mrs. Weasley gently put down the hand covering her nose, but she immediately noticed that a rather pungent smell had spread to the entire room.

"Oh - Merlin, what does this smell like?" She couldn't help but cover her nose again.

"...has the sense of smell also been lost? Or..." Maka, who was talking to himself, did not look back. He just explained casually, "This is a mixed odorant that can be used to repel creatures with a sensitive sense of smell.

…Of course, I don’t think you want to know the specific ingredients…”

"Well..." Mrs. Weasley paused and then asked, "How is Kingsley's situation?"

"It's hard to tell yet, but it shouldn't be caused by black magic...at least it won't be ordinary black magic."

After a lot of trouble, Maka wiped off the temporary rune pattern drawn on the ground, then left the bedroom with two syringes of Kingsley's blood samples, and quickly headed to the potion preparation room in the basement.

Go.

"Mr. MacLean? You're back..."

"Huh? Maka is a bastard?"

At the stairwell of the first floor, he happened to meet the two sisters Leni Lena.

Putting aside everything else, at least the status of the two werewolf sisters didn't seem to have changed much: the elder sister Lena was still calm and composed, while the younger sister Leni still called him "big ass".

"Oh, Ryan?" Maka just said, but when he saw the figure walking out of the corner behind them, he was suddenly stunned, "...Ah, Miss Tia? Are you finally willing to start from there?

Out?"

"M...M...Mr. McClain, I...um...good afternoon."

When Tia appeared in Maka's sight from that corner, she was wearing a new set of female wizard robes. Her long black hair was pulled loosely on her shoulders, which added to her ordinary appearance.

A bit of beauty.

It's just that her timid appearance is still the same as before, and there hasn't been much change.

"Well, good afternoon." Maka smiled slightly, and then turned to Lena, "Is there anyone else at home? Help me look around, and then bring it to the potion room - if no one is there, just

Come here by yourself! I need a more attentive potion assistant..."

"OK."

Lena nodded lightly as always and responded obediently. But just as she was about to turn around, she heard Tia's voice somewhat unexpectedly.

"Mai, Mr. McClain...can I...can I...?"

"Um?"

After hearing this, Maka stopped walking downstairs and stood on the steps and glanced at Tia.

"Oh...really? Of course..." He thought for a moment, then nodded, "Lena, it seems that's not necessary...Miss Tia, come with me!"

After that, he said no more and took the lead to continue walking towards the steps leading to the basement. Seeing this, Tia folded her hands and squeezed them slightly uneasily, and then followed him down together.

After everyone's renovation, the entire Blake old house has become a lot brighter and warmer. Even the living room on the second floor, which has not been touched a while ago, has now been completely cleaned.

But in this basement, it was still dark and cold, with only bunches of faint blue flames twisting and jumping in the magic lampshades on the walls, emitting a cold light without any warmth.

But this is natural, because there is a potion preparation room and magic material storage room that Maka has remodeled below.

In order to eliminate all environmental interference as much as possible, not only the constant magic is arranged in the interior, but also the corridors will never slack off.

Maka was walking quickly in front, with a steady and powerful pace; but Tia, who was following him slowly and hurriedly, seemed to be deeply opposed to the environment here. She shrunk her hands and feet as she walked, and pursed her lips subconsciously.

.

"Huh? Oh... don't be afraid, it's okay." Maka heard the messy footsteps behind her, "By the way, is Miss Tia familiar with potions?"

"...It's okay, I can't learn other subjects well...but Potions...I'm quite interested in it." Tia paused for a moment, then took a few steps to catch up with Maka.

"Is that so...oh, is it because of this that you want to meet Professor Snape?"

As Maka spoke, she stopped at the second last door in the underground corridor, then took out her wand and lightly tapped the door without a keyhole or handle.

With a soft "pop" sound, the door suddenly twisted, then burst like a soap bubble pricked by a needle, and disappeared between the door frames.