harry potter book of crimes

It has reached noon, and the sun hangs high above our heads, bringing people the warmest time in this cold day.

The bright sunshine diffused into the living room from the window, gently falling on the dusty floor, leisurely reflecting the soft light.

On the banks of the Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far greater than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are no tall buildings to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Abigail and Olivia were both busy in the kitchen on the first floor. Some simple yet distinctive meals were quickly put on the table, but there was still no movement upstairs.

More than four hours have passed since they left the bedroom. During this period, Maka came out only once. After explaining that Sirius was to be examined and treated, the door was never opened again.

.

Now Abigail is very distressed. It's almost lunch time. Should she call them? Although treatment is definitely important, filling her stomach is also important, right?

"It's all done! You can have lunch! I'll call them -" "Wait."

Olivia didn't think about whether it would disturb their treatment, or in other words, Maka just said "it's time for examination and treatment" at that time. You always have to eat lunch, right?

"Wait a minute!" Abigail stopped Olivia subconsciously.

However, Maka and Sirius failed to eat this seemingly good lunch.

Sirius's situation is more serious than Maka imagined. Although it is not helpless, it is very difficult to deal with it.

When the Obscurial One attacked Sirius, some energy seeped into Sirius' body and continued to erode his own magic power, making them no longer usable by Sirius.

Because of this, he is always in a state similar to depletion of magic power, unable to release even a small floating spell.

However, if you want to talk about gains, there are some.

In fact, after some inspections, Maka confirmed one thing - the strange black mist of the Obscurus is indeed very similar to the black mist of the Monument of Bewitchment. This is no longer a coincidence.

It can be summarized.

After Maka withstood Voldemort's blow last time, the situation he encountered was quite similar to Sirius now.

Although they are not exactly the same, the reasons are worthy of further study.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius to the subsequent analysis of the black mist energy, Maka's hands almost never stopped.

Until the sun gradually set in the west and the clouds in the sky dyed the entire field of vision red, the bedroom door finally opened.

"Oh - Mr. MacLean, you finally came out?"

As soon as Maka walked out of the room, she was caught by Olivia who had been doing nothing all day.

"How's it going? Is Mr. Black okay? He's always looked sickly from the time I first picked him up at our back door. I thought he'd been bitten by a motley rat at first.

Here it is! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motella rats here in the United States. It is really not easy to see a patient bitten by them. I have always wanted to see the fire coming out of the butt.

What about the symptoms..."

"Ah, if it weren't for the fact that the law in the United States strictly prohibits privately raising magical animals, I could bring you two..." Maka interrupted Olivia's chatter with a smile, and casually said, "Is there anything to eat?

"

"Kitchen, there's over there in the kitchen -" Olivia said cheerfully, "Abby has been staying there all the time! So that you can have hot pies at any time... Oh, she didn't let me talk about this.

"

"Well..." Maka shrugged, "Okay, I understand, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything."

He paused and then said sincerely to Olivia: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet... Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and his only trustworthy relative.

.If you hadn’t taken him in when he needed help the most, the father and son might never see each other again..."

"No, it's okay..." Olivia showed an innocent smile and said briskly, "I am my father's daughter. Our father never abandons any patient, and I am the same. Although my ability is not enough

As a true therapist, my principles will never change!"

"Well," Maka looked at her and nodded, "I think you are now a real therapist. The lack of knowledge can be filled with time, but beliefs and principles often fail.

It accompanies one’s life.”

He thought for a while, then took out two thick notebooks from his waist and stuffed them directly into Olivia's hands.

"These are the notes I compiled when I was studying the practical applications of some potions. Many of them are treatment records of various famous therapists for various diseases, as well as my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge in it is inevitably a bit one-sided.

, but it might be of some help to you."

After that, Maka turned around and walked downstairs without waiting for Olivia to say anything else.

The house does not occupy a large area. Downstairs is an integrated living room where the kitchen and living room are combined. When Maka walked down the stairs and came to the living room, she found Abigail lying in the kitchen.

He was dozing off at the dining table over there.

He did not bother Abigail, but walked to the kitchen utensils and looked around.

It seemed that Olivia was right, Abigail probably wanted to wait until they got down before baking. Although Maka thought that the pie was actually not bad if it was cold, but in such a cold weather, it turned out to be

Freshly baked ones are more popular.

Since they have been made to wait for so long, Maka couldn't be bothered anymore. After looking at the materials in front of him and thinking about it for a while, he took out his staff and started tinkering alone.

"After all, he is a wizard born in Hufflepuff, so he probably won't be able to cook a big meal, but he must be able to bake a pie or something like that, right?"

However, Maka soon discovered that he seemed to have underestimated the magic of the kitchen. No, to be precise, he had underestimated his unbridled creativity!

"Bang!"

Not long after, a flame rose in the kitchen, waking up Abigail who was dozing with her chin propped up.

"Oh -" she turned around suddenly, and then couldn't help but exclaimed, "Mr. McClain? What are you...what are you doing?"

At this moment, right in front of Maka, a huge fireball was floating in the air. The flames in the fireball were constantly rolling, and steaming heat waves were blowing towards his face.

"Uh..." Maka turned around and smiled awkwardly, "I suddenly wanted to try if I could bake an apple pie using only magic."

"Just use magic?" Abigail said with her eyes widened, "There are baking pans and ovens there, why do we need to use flames directly? It's enough to use magic to heat the oven, right?"

"Well... how should I put it?" Maka said with a smile, "This is just a small idea, just a small idea!"

"Really..." Abigail looked at the big fire ball with a complicated face and said helplessly, "Then, can you tell me, what is the magic spell of this fire ball?"

"Well..." Maka thought for a moment and said, "This is an effect caused by controlling magic power, but... well, the prerequisite is that you must at least be able to sense your own magic power. Generally speaking, this is more difficult.

.”

"Perception of magic? Is it based on talent? Just like Metamorphosis -" Abigail said curiously, "I know that there are a few wizards in the magic world who have some rather strange magic talents. This is also

One of them, right?”

"Maybe there are wizards like this..." Maka explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball, "But this is not a talent of mine, but... do you know the Patronus Charm?"

"Ah, I know... that is a rather profound spell." Abigail nodded, "Our Professor of Charms once said that the magic foundation required to cast that spell is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards.

"

"No, actually the Patron Saint Curse is not that complicated a spell," Maka said, shaking her head. "The difficulty of the Patron Saint Curse is the chanting of the spell, because it requires pouring the purest will into each syllable. That requires

Very high concentration and rich imagination.”

"The characteristics of the Patronus Spell are the 'happiness' or 'protection' in the heart of the caster - both of which are the will related to others."

"And the magic that accompanies every wizard's soul is essentially a kind of 'will'...or at least it is closely related to will. If you want to perceive magic, I think it is a good place to start with the Patronus Charm.

choose!"

When Abigail heard something yearning, Maka raised her eyebrows slightly, and then waved her staff to disperse the fireball.

As the flames dissipated instantly, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in their sight.

"What is this..." Abigail looked at the ball blankly, smelling the aroma wafting from the ball, and couldn't help but said in surprise, "Mr. MacLean, don't tell me... this is

An apple pie?”

"Ahem..." Maka coughed dryly and said, "You have to listen to me, there is a reason for this... Because you think, if you want the dough to be heated evenly, isn't the ball shape the most reasonable?

?"

"Um...really?" Abigail blinked, "Maybe you are right, but this..."

"Don't worry, the inside is hollow, otherwise the outside may be burnt and the inside may not be cooked yet." Maka shrugged, "Look! I still thought about it a lot."

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and the rather funny-looking "new spherical apple pie" immediately fell into pieces and fell to the plates on the dining table.

After a while, each of the plates on the table had a piece of odd-shaped pie, but they really looked like bits of leftover watermelon rind.

"Okay!" Maka sighed, "I admit, just looking at the appearance, they really don't look very good."