harry potter book of crimes

The night was getting darker, and it began to rain outside the castle. The rain was not very heavy, but in the recent fierce wind, the dense rain became surprisingly violent.

Occasionally, one or two forked blue lightning bolts would flash through the clouds in the sky, and dull thunder would circle around the empty space, beating against the beating heart.

At this moment, in the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor of the castle, the door leading to the student dormitory quietly opened, and a slightly thin figure walked out quietly.

The figure almost submerged in the darkness looked a little hesitant. After stepping into the deserted common room, he looked back at the stairs from where he came from, seemingly uneasy.

But after hesitating for a moment, he turned around decisively and walked toward the doorway in the dark.

The portrait guarding the door was naturally closed, but the figure didn't seem too worried. After gently pushing the portrait away, he immediately dodged out of the gap.

Looking back, I saw that the fat woman on the canvas was still sleeping quietly, snoring softly, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

He gently pushed the portrait up again, and after confirming that it was correct, the man quickly walked to the corner against the wall, and left this corridor not long after.

On the other side behind the corner is a long corridor that leans against the outer wall of the castle. On one side are medieval metal armors standing quietly at the base of the wall, and on the other side are windows that are more than one person tall.

Originally, if the weather was good, you could see the beautiful night view in front of the castle from here. But today is a stormy night. Although the magic protection prevents the rain from coming in, if you want to see the outside clearly

The situation is not easy either.

In fact, when the stars and the moon are covered by clouds, it is completely dark outside the window. This also makes the corridor equally dark. If you don't already know this castle well, you will really be confused in this situation.

It is difficult to move even an inch.

Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning quickly crawled through the sky outside. The bright thunder light gave the dark corridor an instant clarity, and at the same time, it also illuminated the figure who was walking quietly.

It was a student wearing a Gryffindor House robe. Her long hair revealed her gender, and her delicate and petite profile directly revealed her identity.

"...Speaking of which, when was the last time you violated school rules like this?"

The little witch named "Hermione Granger" pursed her thin lips, as if recalling some good memory, she blushed slightly and smiled.

It was when she and "Maka McClain" met here, and that time was also the closest distance between her and him.

"It seems that Snape and Harry even saw it!"

The lightning disappeared silently, and endless darkness once again flooded her body, followed by the loudest thunder since nightfall.

Hermione continued to move forward in the darkness. She almost knocked down the armor that time, so she would not make that mistake again this time.

She touched the wall on the other side of the window and walked forward, not slowly, because she was very familiar with this place. After passing another corner, Hermione had almost arrived at her destination.

After walking forward for a while, Hermione took out the wand from her sleeve - ever since she saw Maka do this, she immediately understood the benefits of it.

Perhaps her awareness of the dangers of the surrounding environment is not as strong as Maka's, but she can always do the right thing.

"Fluorescence."

As her lips and teeth opened and closed, the incantation sounded ever so slightly, and a little light dispelled the darkness, making the corridor she was in a little clearer.

The place was right, it was not far ahead. Hermione took two quick steps and came to the giant tapestry depicting a troll beating Barnabas silly. On the other side of her was a section of ordinary white wall.

When discussing with Maka about which place to choose as a Defense Against the Dark Arts training venue, Maka told her about this place.

Maka said that there is a secret room here, which can provide the most suitable layout for those who need it. And it is said that very few people know about this place. It sounds like it is indeed a good training place.

But before that, Hermione wanted to take a look at this place.

Although she told herself that she came to check the condition of the room in advance, in fact, she came here overnight with another, more personal idea in mind.

"I walked back and forth three times through the white wall, concentrating on where I needed to be..."

Hermione walked forward while muttering to herself, stopping in front of the empty classroom window at one end of the white wall, then turned around and walked back, and then turned back at the large vase at the other end.

When she turned around for the third time, a rectangular outline suddenly appeared on the white wall, and it quickly became highlighted under her gaze.

She stepped forward without hesitation, reached out and grasped the copper handle on the door, and twisted it gently. With a soft "click" of the lock tongue, the door was opened smoothly.

This is where Maka told herself that since it was introduced by Maka, there must be no problem.

She immediately stepped forward and walked in, closing the door behind her.

But I saw that after the door on the wall was closed, it quickly integrated into the wall and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

As soon as she walked into this wonderful room, Hermione, who was originally looking relaxed, immediately stopped. For no other reason than because the scene here really frightened her.

To be honest, she had already made too many guesses about this place before she decided to come here early. But she never expected that the moment she really saw this place, she was afraid that she had gone wrong.

place.

Yes, another "private" reason why Hermione came here this time was to take a look at "Maka's room".

Just now in the corridor outside, what she was thinking about was not "the need for a place to train Defense Against the Dark Arts", but "the room that Maka uses when she comes here".

But inside, the first thing that caught her sight was a whole field of terrifying stone statues arranged horizontally and vertically!

These stone statues all look extremely delicate, and each one seems to be a masterpiece of a highly skilled carving artist. Most of their postures are in different shapes, standing or lying down, kneeling or lying down, and the expressions on their faces are even more different.

One is enough.

It's just that they all have two things in common.

First, they are all transformed werewolves, and every hair on their bodies is clearly identifiable; second, although the expressions on their faces are different, they all contain fear.

Anyone would be startled if they were suddenly placed in a place full of frightening sculptures, not to mention that these sculptures are so lifelike...

"...No, is this...a real werewolf?"

After all, if these are all just stone sculptures, what on earth did the person who carved such a large stone statue think? At least Hermione couldn't imagine it at all.

What's more, this should be the room used by Maka - because she found a large desk behind the stone statue, and the messy appearance on the desk was astonishingly different from the study in Blake's old house.

any difference.

Moreover, next to the desk, there was a row of consoles for preparing potions, which made Hermione even more convinced.

"These stone statues...what exactly is going on?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly walked through the "statues" with some trepidation, and arrived at the back half of the room with a hint of surprise.

"Feel sorry."

Hermione apologized awkwardly to the armchair behind the desk, then picked up the information on the desk and started reading it.

She believed that Maka wouldn't mind her sneaking in - at least the Maka she knew would not have a grudge against her because of this.

Because she couldn't understand what a gentle boy that outstanding wizard named "Maka McClain" who was her age was.

Besides, didn't she come here just to get to know him better? Hermione believed that even if she saw something more terrifying now, she would never misunderstand Maka again.

The so-called "truly powerful can change the views of others."

Dumbledore made the world admire him with his power and charity; the two generations of Dark Lords also made the world fear him with their power and evil...

However, Maka used his strength and calmness to finally make the people around him trust him from the bottom of their hearts.

Recently, after Dumbledore's death, this point was revealed silently without even Maka being aware of it.

"...What are these?"

After looking through the desk for a long time, Hermione's face was full of frustration - because she found that she could barely understand only half of the information in it.

"Rule runes? What are those?"

In fact, the information here is relatively useless to Maka. Except for some calculations about the rune array, which he put here recently when he was testing here, most of the rest

They are all left over from my previous days at Hogwarts.

The information that Hermione could understand was actually the part about potion proportioning calculations.

Putting the documents in her hands back on the table, Hermione walked towards the potion preparation table on the other side, and then she saw a row of five unusually tall brown potion cabinets.

These cabinets are tightly against the wall. Looking through the glass doors of the cabinets, they are filled to the brim with all kinds of potion bottles.

"Ah," she paused as she walked past the cabinet in the middle, "that gray bottle... was the warming potion that Maka gave me at that time, right? I remember that I felt thirsty as soon as I drank it.

He drank a huge pot of tea together in the library!"

In the Room of Requirement, this girl, who was even more beautiful than before, was recalling the original delicacy and beauty bit by bit.