harry potter book of crimes

"...If there is any new notification from the Greek Ministry of Magic about this batch of inducted students, the ministry will send a notification letter to Hogwarts."

"OK."

In the hall of the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge was handing over the person in charge assigned by the Ministry of Magic this time, while Maka stood aside, followed by a group of young wizards of different ages.

Most of these little wizards were silent, their eyes wandering around the luxurious and spacious atrium foyer. Whether it was the huge statue in the middle of the foyer or the sparkling magic fountain, they all passed through their eyes one by one.

It can be seen that there is a hint of envy and expectation mixed in the vigilance they show.

Although the Minoan School of Magic in Greece was rebuilt, it has always been underfunded and has suffered from neglect of repair and management. It is obviously impossible to compare with the increasingly complete British Ministry of Magic.

But even so, it is their alma mater and the place where they have always lived.

Now that the school has been destroyed, the former classmates are also dead. The feeling of separation is definitely not pleasant. Compared to the mind that has been on guard after experiencing the terrible disaster, the expectation for the future seems to be

Somewhat trivial.

While always paying attention to the situation on Umbridge's side, Maka was also quietly observing these little wizards who were about to be admitted to Hogwarts.

But at least until now, there seems to be nothing unusual on the part of the business-minded Umbridge, or on the uneasy-looking students, and nothing is beyond the realm of reason.

It was as if this incident was just the aftermath of a dispute in other magical circles, nothing more.

"……excuse me."

Maka was thinking about the specific circumstances of the Minos disaster, when suddenly the oldest boy walked out of the group of students and came to him.

"What's wrong?" Maka faced this student who might be older than him.

"Excuse me...are you a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" The boy asked cautiously, speaking English that was not very proficient but still understandable.

Maka raised his head and glanced at the group of students, and found that more than twenty other students were nervously observing the situation. It seemed that the boy in front of him was communicating on their behalf.

"I used to be, but now I am the professor of Ancient Magic Texts at Hogwarts." Maka retracted her gaze and looked at him and said, "My name is Maka McClain. After you enroll in Hogwarts, if you know anything about ancient times,

If you are interested in magical literature, you are welcome to take my course."

"Professor?" The boy seemed surprised. He looked at Maka secretly with some hesitation, as if he was guessing whether Maka was a pure-blood human.

"No need to think about it," Maka said with a smile, "I am indeed not old, but in Hogwarts, as long as you have enough ability, there will be no absolute constraints. If you can work hard to explore magic

If you understand the mystery of it, you will also have the possibility to break the conventional rules of the world.”

"Oh!" The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded with surprise and admiration, "Then you must be very powerful - the professor of our school has mentioned it many times. He said that Hogwarts is a very excellent school.

The top magic school!"

When he mentioned his past professor, the boy's eyes dimmed for a moment. It could be seen that the professor must have cared for him a lot, but he was probably killed now.

"Yes, Hogwarts is indeed excellent," Maka nodded, "but the best thing is not the school, but the teachers and students in the school, and the 'love' between people - this point

, this is what the previous headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, told me."

"Dumbledore! Oh - I know him, well... everyone knows him!" The other party nodded repeatedly, "The greatest white wizard in the world, it was he who saved the entire European wizarding world!"

When Grindelwald's power spread across the European continent, although the British magical world was not directly attacked, the Greek magical world was one of the hardest hit areas. Speaking of Dumbledore, perhaps their ancestors had experienced it personally

The wizard family who lived through the troubles of those years are the ones who are most grateful.

"Yes, that's right."

Maka was actually a little embarrassed because Dumbledore had "run away" now. If the boy knew that Dumbledore had just passed away, he didn't know what he would think.

These students will be admitted to Hogwarts soon, and they will know about it sooner or later. Maka was thinking about whether to tell the matter first, but unexpectedly, this time she was interrupted by Umri.

Qi solved the problem.

"Professor Maclean, come and sign the document, and we can leave."

After negotiating with the official from the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge turned back solemnly and called Maka over for the final signature handover.

"Sorry, we can talk later."

After Maka said something to the boy, she walked over to Umbridge, picked up the document and looked at it. After finding that there was nothing wrong, she signed her name.

"Then, those refugee students from Minos are left to you two - you can take these students through the fireplace over there, and the Floo Network emergency line in the Hogwarts entrance hall has been opened for you.

"

"Okay, sorry for the trouble." Maka nodded towards the person in charge, then turned around and waved to the students, "Follow me... there are a lot of people here, be careful not to fall behind, we are about to start moving!"

At this time, the staff of the Ministry of Magic were still working. Although there were not as many people coming and going as when commuting, there was still a lot of people. Umbridge and Maka walked in tandem, watching over the little wizards as they went around.

Go to the entryway on the other side of the atrium.

Maka, who was walking behind, was still observing these students carefully. He looked at each one carefully, but when they lined up and passed the fireplace one by one, there was still nothing worth paying attention to.

Finally it was Maka's turn. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, grinned secretly, and then disappeared into the fireplace with a surprisingly strong emerald green magic flame.

"Hey! What's going on?"

In the corner of the Hogwarts foyer, two figures rushed out of the large fireplace, which was one of the few floo network emergency connection points in the school, followed by a muffled complaint.

Maka looked back and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Well, this finally happened -" he muttered in a low voice, and then hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, is there something wrong with the fireplace in the Ministry of Magic? Hurry, before the emergency connection here is blocked,

Close it and go back again!”

Probably because he hadn't used the Floo network for a long time, although he thought that the magic flame reaction when he used Floo powder was different from ordinary people, he still forgot that there were people lining up behind him!

Because the black-robed wizard lined up behind him was too close to the fireplace, the magic flames rushed out and carried him to Hogwarts.

"Ah... emergency connection point? Where is this?"

The black-robed wizard looked around and seemed to finally understand the situation. He immediately grabbed another handful of floo powder and got back into the fireplace while complaining.

When Maka turned around, she found that Umbridge was staring at him with her mouth closed, but did not ask any questions about the commotion that had just occurred.

When she saw Maka looking towards her, she even turned her head to avoid Maka's sight.

The students from Minoan, on the other hand, were looking back and forth between Maca and the fireplace with some curiosity, as if they were guessing what happened just now.

"Okay, then... come with me!" Maka didn't give any explanation, just greeted everyone, "Go this way, you can rest in the small hall first, and talk to Hogwart by the way.

Chatting with the ghosts of Ziri - this can also be regarded as one of the required courses for students entering Hogwarts!"

As he spoke, he led the way to the corridor at the back of the foyer. Behind him, the Minoan inductees looked at each other a few times, and then followed him with a cheer.

In the hall, Umbridge, who was left aside by Maka, stared at their backs, with a tired fake smile still on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

…

"...Invite the twenty-seven admitted students to enter the auditorium!"

Maka, who was standing at the door of the side corridor, immediately reached out and pushed open the door in front of him after hearing the faint call from the auditorium. Then, he stepped forward amidst the different eyes in the auditorium.

He walked in with a broad step.

Behind him, twenty-seven students from the Minos Magic Academy followed closely in his footsteps and followed him to the staff table without saying a word.

"Facing all the students, line up in a row."

Maka directed these little wizards who were about to become new students to personally recreate the Hogwarts orientation process that they had been watching from the sidelines.

Although these "new students" were all of different ages and heights and only numbered twenty-seven, this was the first time that he had personally performed the entrance ceremony for the new students.

After he arranged the students to line up, Filch had already placed the four-legged stool directly in front of the students.

In the auditorium, the young wizards at the four long tables were all sizing up these "new students", and a subtle buzzing sound quietly echoed in the auditorium.

"The Sorting Hat is coming!"

Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the middle of the staff table, waved her wand, and not long after, the old pointed wizard hat that had just been "bathed" some time ago flew in from the side door that had not been closed and fell into her hands.

Maka found the Sorting Hat, but did not place it on the four-legged stool. Instead, she directly started the sorting process at the instruction of Professor McGonagall.

"I will go out when my name is called, sit on the stool, put on my hat and wait for the sorting -" Maca took out the parchment roll, unfolded it and read according to the name on it, "Helen Schon!"