harry potter book of crimes

"...Severus, this is my last request to you...Give this to Tom, and then give this to Maka...You know what to do...They all have their own paths to take.

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In the basement of the main castle of Hogwarts, in the Potions Professor's office, Snape sat expressionlessly behind his desk, his cold black eyes staring quietly at the table.

In front of him, there was a small glass tube filled with some floc.

Although it looks like it should be a materialized memory, if it is placed in a pensieve, its contents should be able to be deciphered. However, the floc in the glass tube in front of me is not a normal silvery white, but a rather pure bright silver.

Originally there was supposed to be a torn off wand on the table, which was what would eventually be handed over to Voldemort. But right now, the wand is still where it should be.

The remaining small glass tube was left for Maca.

At this moment, the entire Hogwarts was very quiet. It was an inexplicable silence, as if some unspeakable ominousness had enveloped the castle, making people somewhat breathless.

Almost all the teachers and students gathered in the front yard, which was a slightly withered lawn.

The weather has obviously been a bit cold recently, but there are too many people gathered here. Once there are more people, it seems that even the air has been soaked by everyone's body temperature, making it slightly warmer.

But even so, everyone's hearts were cold.

These days, it has been cloudy for several nights. Although it always clears up during the day, it seems that I can't stand it any longer this afternoon...

A wave of moisture surged in the soil where the withered grass took root, as if foreshadowing the coming rainy night.

At this time, Snape is probably the only one not here, right?

At this moment of silence in Hogwarts, the space suddenly distorted on the horse road outside the school gate, and a figure quietly appeared.

"...I always feel a strange sense of déjà vu. What is the blood curse of the Blois family?"

What appeared there was Maka, who had just returned from the dark alley next to the Darkling Pavilion. After Mr. Blois revealed himself with his entourage and took Willie directly back to Blois Castle, Maka immediately went to Hogwart.

Here we come.

According to Mr. Blois, the title page of the ancient genealogy does not indicate whether it can be sealed twice, but in theory it should still be possible.

So he immediately decided to take his daughter home.

As for Maka, although he didn't have time to say anything more to Willy's father, he at least conveyed his research results on bloodline transformation to Mr. Blois.

Regardless of whether the other party believes it or not, since Voldemort has broken his trust, his suggestion should be reconsidered by Mr. Blois.

In fact, if possible, Maka really wanted to go to Blois Castle with Willie.

"...bloodline curse...sealed magic...mysterious crystal flower...the origin of Veela...the ruined ancient desert country...a huge disaster..."

Maka, who was immersed in thoughts, did not notice anything unusual about Hogwarts at the moment. He just untied the defensive magic on the main door, then opened the tall fence door and walked in.

Even after entering the campus, he subconsciously added a new defensive magic backhand.

The staff, which was almost the same height, followed his footsteps and tapped on the ground, unintentionally destroying the dead silence in the campus.

"'Disaster'...?"

A series of key words mentioned in the story told by Willy flashed through Maka's mind one by one, and finally stopped at the word "disaster".

"ah!"

When several images suddenly appeared in Maka's mind, he couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"Is it possible that this 'curse' has something to do with the Monument of Bewitchment?"

In the stone chamber at that time, the power of the Bewitched Monument in Voldemort's body obviously counterattacked. What caused this to happen was the power of the curse that was unleashed by Willie after she unlocked the seal.

Looking at what the two have in common, they both cause huge "disasters".

"The Bewitched Monument, the Cursed Bloodline... plus the Sword of Gryffindor and the floor-to-ceiling round mirror described in the mural of the despicable Herbo's tomb... could they be the same thing?"

In confusion, Maka lowered his eyes slightly and kept urging his racing thoughts. But when he got closer and closer to Hogwarts Castle, he finally felt something was wrong.

He suddenly raised his head and tried to find the source of the strange feeling. But he didn't need to look any further. He immediately saw the group of figures standing silently in front of the castle.

"This..." Seeing this scene, Macadang remembered what Voldemort had said, "Don't be kidding...this...is impossible?"

In front of him, a large number of young wizards gathered on the lawn in a heap, lowering their heads in silence. And in the innermost part of the crowd, there seemed to be some professors standing.

Maka quickly took out a magic book, swung it forward and stepped on it, quickly passing over the horse path, across the lawn, and over the heads of the little wizards, blowing into the circle like a gust of wind.

Many people noticed his arrival, and their eyes followed his movement subconsciously until he landed at the very end.

"Macca." "McLean."

Many people called him out of habit, but he didn't pay attention. He just stared at the lawn surrounded by everyone in astonishment.

There, there was an old wizard with white beard and hair, lying on the ground with a calm expression.

A pair of half-moon-shaped glasses had been broken and hung crookedly on his left ear; there was also a broken wand, which fell to the edge of the grass not far away.

The pale blue eyes on the old wizard's face have also lost the look that should have been full of wisdom.

"……baffling."

Maka stared at it for a long time, but she could only squeeze out this sentence.

But before the words were settled, he suddenly waved his staff, and a wave of magic power immediately spread to the old wizard. But soon, Maka frowned again after receiving the feedback.

It was obvious that there was no breath of life in that body. Not only that, even the magic power in its body did not independently block Maka's exploration, but was constantly escaping outside the body.

"Everyone, please step back. I need to do a deeper inspection."

Under Maka's unquestionable words, both students and professors all stepped back with complicated expressions. In the crowd, Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at him with worried expressions.

Especially Hermione, her eyes were bloodshot and red, as if she had shed a lot of tears.

On the other side, Luna just looked at Maka silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

After everyone vacated a clearing, Maka slammed the staff in her hand. A black mist skull passed through the old wizard silently, and then flew into the air very smoothly, rushing straight into the sky.

Toward the sky.

Magic like this, which is full of black magic, makes everyone feel uneasy. But under the current situation, Maka, as a caster, has no scruples, but it makes people feel more safe.

feel.

"How is it?" Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the front of the crowd, held her handkerchief tightly and asked with little expectation.

Maka turned around slowly and shook her head gloomily.

"There is no soul in the body anymore." He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then said heavily, "Dumbledore...has left..."

Maka's words seemed to turn on a stuck switch, and a series of commotions and cries suddenly sounded in the crowd. Fear and sadness were mixed, and the already extremely depressing atmosphere suddenly exploded.

"...Albus."

Professor McGonagall wiped her eye sockets with a handkerchief, her voice trembling.

"Professor McGonagall," Maca walked up to her, patted her shoulder first, and then said seriously, "It's not the time to cry yet, and I believe Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to see this scene either...

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After saying that, he turned to look at the little wizards behind Mag, and looked around for a while.

"Classmates, please be quiet and listen to me!"

His voice was clear and loud, and under the influence of magic, it spread to everyone's ears.

"No matter what happened, Hogwarts is still here, and we have nothing to fear! Although Dumbledore is gone, he must have left to protect Hogwarts and us—"

"He was born in Hogwarts just like us. This is his home, my home, and our common home!"

"He is fearless for Hogwarts, and of course we can be fearless. No matter what we are facing, we should be brave, because -"

Having said this, Maka waved her staff forcefully, and a dazzling blue-white light pillar suddenly shot up, straight through the thick clouds above her head, and straight into the sky.

In an instant, the beam of light dissipated silently, and a golden ray of sunlight fell through the hole between the clouds.

"Because we are Hogwarts!"

When everyone raised their necks and looked above their heads, Maka patted Professor McGonagall's arm again.

"It's up to you to get everyone back to the castle as soon as possible - and also, patrols and security within the school area need to be arranged immediately to prepare for any eventuality."

At this time, at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Snape also came out. He was standing by the steps in front of the door, looking up at the sky like everyone else, with a trace of yearning and yearning in his eyes.

Perhaps most wizards have dreamed of powerful magic, and some who have talents have worked tirelessly. Obviously, Snape is one of them.

He has always been obsessed with the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the reason for this is naturally obvious.

"Professor Snape?" Maka walked to the bottom of the steps and called.

"Um."

Snape lowered his head and glanced at him, then turned and walked inside.

"……follow me."