harry potter book of crimes

This is undoubtedly the messiest living room Maka has ever seen so far. All the furniture has been pushed to the floor, and the tapestries that were supposed to be hanging on the walls have been torn and scattered randomly in the corners.

The place where Maka came in was at the dining table in the living room. Under his feet were all kinds of smashed ceramic tableware.

It can be seen that this place has experienced a storm-like destruction.

"Um?"

He looked around and found that there was a crooked photo frame hanging on the wall. After righting it, he looked at the photo behind the broken glass carefully.

In that magic photo, a young wizard couple were standing together calmly, both in appearance and clothing. They were ordinary.

Just occasionally... Occasionally, the wife would glance at her husband, but then quickly look away. The look in her eyes when she peeked at her husband made Maka feel a little hesitant.

All in all, this doesn't look like a normal couple.

"...As far as the description of the information is concerned, it should be the male wizard." Maka nodded slightly.

He looked away from the photo frame and looked around the living room again like a hurricane sweeping through it, but he didn't find anything particularly strange.

Well, or rather, it’s such a mess, what could be weirder than this?

Of course there is.

After Maka took a few steps forward, his feet suddenly stopped because he seemed to hear an extremely weak voice... No, it was two!

"……above?"

Maka glanced at the ceiling subconsciously, and followed the two faint sounds with her ears.

But in the next moment, the voice disappeared extremely suddenly.

After thinking for a moment, he lifted his legs and walked towards the stairs on the side of the living room. At the same time, he went over the previous information in his mind.

In fact, there is a very ordinary couple living here.

My husband works in a medium-sized hiring team in the black market. Of course, most of the tasks in the black market are not serious, and the wizards who work in this industry are naturally not very serious either;

However, his wife is a gentle to weak woman who can't even scold others smoothly.

Although it is unclear how this couple got together, it is not difficult to imagine the life between them.

Because the husband leaves early and comes back late to make a living, he can only leave his wife alone to guard the house. And because the husband is not strong enough, the completion rate of tasks has never been high, so the money earned and the energy expended are completely unequal.

Excessive pressure made the husband haggard day by day, and the couple never had children of their own.

But this family is different from other cliche stories. Although the husband has a bad temper, he never beats or scolds his wife.

According to the informant, this is a small family that is very stable despite hardship.

However, not long ago, this family suddenly collapsed.

First, my husband fell ill and began to drift into a trance. He could only lie in bed all day long. With his only source of income lost, life became increasingly difficult.

In order to maintain their livelihood, the wife sold the house left to them by her parents, and then moved to this rented house with her husband.

Although renting a house in the black market is not cheap, she cannot move out with her husband. This is only because her husband has been working in the black market's employment team for so long and has long been included in the list of dangerous persons by the Ministry of Magic.

But even so, the family's misfortune has not left them.

After a period of time, the husband, who was originally in a daze, suddenly attacked his wife. While his wife was in a coma, he went to the black market and made a scene, even attracting the order maintenance team of the black market.

That should be the first time this man showed "crazy" symptoms.

After that, his wife spent a lot of effort to get her husband back home, as if she wanted to find someone to treat her husband.

But after several useless attempts, she finally imprisoned her husband at home.

At that time, the informant told this story to Maka in the form of casual chat. Some of the details were very clear, but people couldn't help but doubt its authenticity.

But for Maka, the key point of this story is not the warm and sad background, but the follow-up of the story.

Because this is a story with a beginning and no end.

Just a few days later, everything seemed to have settled down. My husband went out to work again. He still left early and came home late. He even seemed to be more active than before.

The wife was still taking care of the housework as usual during the day, leaving a light for her husband at night, and quietly waiting for her husband's return.

It was as if those nightmare days ended so inexplicably.

What exactly happened? Did an excellent potions master cure her husband, or was there another reason?

With a touch of curiosity, Maka gently walked up the stairs and came upstairs.

Standing in the corridor on the second floor, he concentrated on sensing, and soon discovered that there were regular fluctuations in the room on the left side of the stairs that had been cast by a spell.

"...a silencing spell?"

He stood in front of the door to confirm, and then nodded clearly. The weak sound just now was probably because the silencing spell was failing; and if the sound suddenly disappeared, it must have been added by someone.

After habitually confirming the touch of the wand in her hand, Maka tapped the doorknob with the tip of the wand - the door opened silently.

The first thing he saw was a double bedroom that was even more messy than the living room. And in this bedroom, a puzzling scene was taking place quietly...

On the bed in the bedroom, a man in pajamas was tied to it with a charmed rope, his mouth opened and closed, and his expression was in a trance;

On the floor next to the bed, a woman was lying there, and the floor was covered with brown potion bottles.

Her expression looked very manic, and she was holding the same potion bottle tightly in her hand, and kept pouring it into her mouth.

At this moment, Maka's reaction was not unpleasant. He stretched out his wand and pointed, and the power of the floating spell was immediately applied to the woman.

Then, he gently lifted the wand, and the potion bottle in the woman's hand floated steadily in front of him. There was even half a bottle of potion in it, and not a single bit of potion was spilled.

The eyes of the woman who lost the potion bottle became even more violent, but she could not move even a little bit under Maka's control.

Maka ignored the woman. He quickly reached out and grabbed the potion bottle in his hand, put it under his nose and shook it. As his nose moved slightly, his floating spell actually failed for a moment, causing the woman to suddenly fall down.

It sank a few inches.

The next second, Maka's eyes flashed with shock.

What surprised him was not that he lost consciousness at that moment. Although the potion that could induce trance based on its smell must be very powerful, it did not shock him.

What surprised him was the effect of this potion, which made him have an inexplicable doubt.

"Is it a sense of disobedience? Or is it a sense of familiarity?" Maka couldn't help but frowned, "This feeling... always feels like... something is wrong..."

He cast a full-body binding spell on the woman, and then he walked a few steps inside, picked up a cork from the ground, and put it back into the mouth of the potion bottle in his hand.

After stuffing the half bottle of magic potion into his waist, he tapped the woman's mouth with the wand.

"Um?"

After he untied the woman's mouth, he could only see her mouth moving, but no sound came out. He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the silencing spell in this room was still there.

Woolen cloth!

However, when the silencing spell was lifted, the voices of the man and woman in front of Maka immediately exploded in his ears.

"...Goddess! Don't...don't leave me, goddess..."

"Goddess...please forgive your servant..."

Although the two people's shouts seemed to be full of passion, the content was extremely monotonous. They were just a few words spoken upside down, which made the noise a bit unbearable.

It's just that most people who have lived in the old Blake mansion have long been immune to this annoying howling of ghosts and wolves. Maka just listened to their shouts and frowned in thought.

At this moment, a sudden "pop" sound was heard in the room, followed immediately by another soft yelp.

"I just heard a loud shouting from the second floor, and I subconsciously apparated in..." Tonks stood behind Maka, looking at the man and woman in front of her, and said with surprise, "They

What are you calling? Goddess?"

"Yes, goddess."

Maka nodded and applied a full-body binding spell to both of them, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

"Although I don't know what the 'goddess' they call is referring to, it must be related to this potion." He poked the empty potion bottle on the ground with his foot, "Or... this should also be a symptom.

…”

"Is this that kind of potion?" Tonks asked in surprise, "So many bottles?"

"Yes," Maka said thoughtfully, "so many bottles..."

Tonks thought for a while and said hesitantly: "What should we do next? Should we take them away?"

"I probably can't ask anything right now, so I can only take him away first and wait until we get back... eh?"

He was about to cast a disillusionment spell on both the couple, but when his eyes passed over the wife's face, his movements stopped.

"What's wrong?" Tonks asked confused.

Maka didn't answer, he just looked into the woman's eyes, and as if to confirm his guess, he unlocked her face again.

"...You, who...are you?"

A soft but calm voice sounded from her mouth, causing a slight change in Maka's expression.

"Good evening, Miss Betsy. It's very offensive to come uninvited at this late night."