harry potter book of crimes

At dusk, after finishing the three-hour lecture for the day, Maka hurried back to Blake's old house. Right now, Blake's symptoms were still getting worse. It was a time when every second counted, and there was no free time for him to squander.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to the potion preparation room underground, and didn't come out until late at night to find something to fill his empty stomach.

In the next few days, he had been traveling back and forth between Hogwarts and the Black Mansion, so the time to catch up on sleep at noon every day became particularly precious.

A few days later, Maka was in the potion preparation room, staring closely at the evaporating dish in front of her with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the liquid inside to reduce little by little.

Finally, the last few minutes passed quietly. He couldn't wait to hang some crystal powder from the bottom of the dish, and then gently poured it into a test tube on the test tube rack.

When the crystalline powders first came into contact with the transparent liquid in the test tube, Maca stretched out her wand without hesitation and tapped on the mouth of the test tube.

Suddenly, a cloud of mist-like crystals shot up from the test tube, gorgeous and blurry, but within that beauty was an extremely dangerous atmosphere.

"this……"

Maka took several steps back. While avoiding the dreamlike crystal mist, the expression on her face underwent a rare drastic change.

"Who is it... No, could it be..." Maka's expression changed again and again, "How could... No, this shouldn't be? What reason does she have to do this..."

As he continued to think, his brows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"No...it seems that I have to go find her in person and ask her clearly this time!" After a while, he muttered to himself.

After making up her mind, Maka picked up the potion bottle on the table and walked quickly to the door, completely forgetting the usual necessary finishing touches.

"Maka, where are you going in such a hurry? Is there an emergency?"

Beside the stairs on the first floor, he happened to bump into Mrs. Weasley who was going to the kitchen, but he was in no mood to explain.

Moreover, what he is thinking about in his mind at the moment cannot be said to others casually.

"No, it's okay." Maka kept walking, but turned her head and smiled at Mrs. Weasley, "I forgot some things in the office. I have to get them as soon as possible..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already opened the door and stepped out halfway, then decisively closed the door behind him.

Probably because the door was closed too loudly, Sirius's mother called out again. The sound was so shrill and sharp that Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but yell...

On Maka's way to the black market, he compared his previous speculation at the Longmans' home with the test of the potion itself.

First of all, everyone, including Maka herself, has misjudged the effect of this potion.

A wizard who has taken this kind of magic potion is not "crazy" in a simple sense, but has fallen into a state similar to hallucinations.

Secondly, besides the hallucinations affecting their mental will, there is a more direct reason why those wizards with symptoms actively attack others.

Because the people they attack are actually just "blocking" their way.

This magical potion not only causes people to fall into some kind of illusion that seems to be real, but also makes the person who takes it have an extremely strange increase in the ability to sense magic.

To say it is weird is because, in the senses of the person who takes the medicine, the surrounding magic is not presented in detail like Maka, but only produces a highly sensitive perception of specific magic.

If this ability to sense magic is compared to a radar that detects the source of magic...

On Maka's "radar" interface, the closer distances must be more obvious; but for wizards who have taken that kind of magic potion, nothing is obvious, only the "target" will appear unusually eye-catching.

If there is anything that is their "goal", it is naturally the magic power contained in the potion itself.

Because of this, when Mrs. Longman tied up her husband again, there was only one empty bottle in the house that night.

Because it was the couple who suffered sudden symptoms in their sleep and fell into hallucinations; but Mrs. Longman was the only one who could act on her own and go out to find the location of the potion.

After several days of continuous research and testing, Maka was already quite familiar with the magic power fluctuations of this potion. So as soon as he arrived at the black market, he put on a disguise spell and moved quickly in the black market.

He has the ability to sense magic power, which must be said to be a blessing created by strength.

only……

Maka stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed through the streets and alleys in the black market. His spirit was completely concentrated, and his sensing ability was almost at its limit.

All kinds of complex magic fluctuations surrounded him, passing by him one by one as he moved. Even he was getting restless because of this high-intensity work.

It's like driving a racing car at high speed on a complex street full of speakers, while also trying to distinguish the different music played in each speaker.

Maka, who thought she was used to being surrounded by all kinds of magic power fluctuations, couldn't help but feel irritated at this moment.

"Hold on, hold on... hold on some more!"

"In order to find out the truth... we must hold on a little longer!"

"Calm down, calm down... Calmly feel every source of magic, and don't miss any one..."

"I won't worry about anything this time. I must ask her clearly!"

Maka gritted her teeth, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her head felt more and more swollen... so swollen that it felt like it was about to explode.

Finally, his feet softened during the rapid flight, and then he suddenly fell from the magic book.

Although he did not fly very high due to the limited sensing range, the inertia of the high-speed flight still caused him to roll on the ground and fall dozens of feet, and crashed into a pile next to a certain house with a crash.

In an empty wooden box.

"call……"

After a while, he climbed up from the pile of wooden boards, leaned against the wall with his eyes squinted, covered his head with his right hand and gasped for air.

"Why am I so impatient?"

After resting for a while, and after his breathing gradually calmed down, he frowned and asked himself.

When he said this, his left hand was still hanging by his side, and his forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Just when he fell down, Maka's left forearm was fractured. Naturally, he was in severe pain now, but this severe pain actually made his chaotic mind a lot clearer.

"Is it because of 'her'? Yes, it should be right...but what is the specific reason? What is it for? What is it?"

Keep thinking, asking and answering yourself...

Maka searched her heart, confirming and ruling out bit by bit, trying to find out the source of that inexplicable impatience.

Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of his eyes and stared blankly.

What was reflected in his pupils was a hand that had lost its color and was trembling slightly. He clenched it tightly and then released it, repeating this four or five times, with a wry smile appearing on his face.

"Am I... scared?"

Maca McClain is just a coward.

"I'm scared again..."

Maca McClain is indeed just a coward.

The experience of losing his emotions did not make him fearless. On the contrary, he became more sensitive to himself and the feelings around him.

When he first came to this world, he was afraid; when he was forced to wander alone, he was afraid; when he touched the blood on Luna's body, he was afraid...

"What on earth am I afraid of?" Maka sneered and laughed at herself.

What Maka McClain was afraid of was actually just "loneliness". He broke into this world alone, and no matter how many people he met, he still felt that he was alone.

That feeling of loneliness was always lingering in the deepest part of his heart, lingering.

It wasn't until the moment he unexpectedly received the admission notice to Hogwarts that a sense of familiarity with an old-fashioned air gradually filled his loneliness.

Since enrolling in Hogwarts, every person Maka meets will make him feel less lonely. This is undoubtedly an untouchable salvation for Maka.

But many years of loneliness made him close his heart. To this day, only a few people have opened his closed heart.

So, although he doesn't want to lose anyone, what he doesn't want to lose the most is the people who are most important to him, right?

Next to the deserted alley, next to the pile of broken wooden boards, Maka leaned against the cold brick wall and took out the potion bottle with her uninjured right hand.

"...could it be you?"

He shook the bottle gently, and the liquid medicine swayed leisurely behind the translucent bottle wall.

"...Willy?"

In fact, when Maka saw the test results in the potion preparation room, she immediately understood one thing - the main ingredient in the half bottle of potion turned out to be the powder of "Mystery Crystal Flower"

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In terms of rarity, he had only seen the mysterious flower seeds in Hogwarts, which were the mysterious flower seeds that Willy asked him to help plant.

Even Dumbledore said that they should have been extinct. They were not something that could be obtained easily.

In addition, Maka once bumped into Willie practicing preparing potions before, and she also inexplicably refused his help. There is probably a very secret causal relationship between this.

"...At least, I will still choose to believe you."

Before she finished speaking, Maka cast a repair spell on her left forearm, then pulled out the cork of the small half bottle of potion and poured it into her mouth.