harry potter book of crimes

When Hermione faced the cruel and vicious Voldemort, Maka had an excited smile on her face.

"Ha! Finally - finally done!"

He was sitting in the Room of Requirement. There was a piece of parchment on the table in front of him. There was a character on it that was shining with a wonderful ice-blue light. What was even more surprising was that the entire piece of parchment was emitting a faint light.

The cold air was so cold that there were even ice chips spreading and condensing on the surface.

"It's true," Maka exclaimed, "It's amazing! This is a rule, and it represents the cooling rule of matter! This is the connection between spirit and matter!"

He carefully took out the Scroll of Truth from his arms - it was contained in a cylinder by Maka. As he slowly unfolded it, each symbol conveyed various messages to him.

"Does each of these represent a rule?" Maka moved her eyes slowly, looking at the magical symbols, and kept admiring, "It's really unimaginable who discovered them one by one.

, and recorded on this scroll... This is indeed the 'Scroll of Truth', and what is recorded on it are all eternal truths!"

Although he is not yet able to analyze all the rules and runes above, as long as he has a good start, I believe that the difficulty of the next step will be reduced a lot.

"Well, it's already very late today, let's go to bed first!" He said casually, reinstalled the Scroll of Truth, and then carefully put it back in his arms.

Maka casually drew a stroke on the rune representing cooling, and the rune immediately lost its effectiveness, and the ice crystals no longer continued to increase. But in just a moment, a small part of the entire table was eroded by the cold air, and the edges were already hanging

Full of ice.

It can be seen from this that the speed of the rune's action is average, but as long as it is not destroyed, it will continue to work, and its power is evident.

He packed up everything, took out the Immortal Yin Potion, took a sip, and then left the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts was as dark as ever in the middle of the night, but Maka had long been accustomed to it. He walked lightly downstairs, traveling very fast on the familiar road without making a single sound.

Suddenly, he stopped suddenly and his eyes widened, as if he had seen some incredible sight.

"Qi Luo!" Maka stared at the figure running out of the corridor on the fourth floor and quickly going downstairs, with an expression of disbelief on her face. "What is that in his hand? The magic stone? Could it be that-"

Maka knew what she had missed. The magic stone was exposed when Quirrell's sleeves floated up, with a faint golden light, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"How is that possible!" Maka quickly followed. He was in a state of invisibility at the moment and was unexpectedly discovered by Quirrell.

Quirrell is faster, Maka is faster. Those dark days in Torpoint were not in vain. He was extremely fast and followed Quirrell steadily, but the other party didn't notice him at all.

When the two of them turned a corner, Maka was surprised again.

"Hermione?"

Perhaps he was too concerned about the golden glow of the Philosopher's Stone just now, or perhaps because the angle was wrong, but it was only now that he noticed Hermione being held in Quilot's hand.

She seemed to be enchanted, and she was held motionless by Quirrell, but she was as light as air.

"What should we do?" Maka hesitated. He couldn't take action easily. The other party had hostages in his hands.

When this situation happened again, although Maka had prepared a response because of Luna's lesson last time, at this critical moment, he hesitated again in his heart.

No matter how effective the method was, he would always be afraid of the eventuality, so he decided to wait.

Although she didn't know why Dumbledore hadn't appeared yet, Maka believed that the unfathomable great white wizard would definitely have all this under control.

Following all the way, both parties were moving very fast, and soon they arrived at the gate of Hogwarts.

Quirrell's purpose is to leave Hogwarts, but he cannot apparate within the confines of the castle, so he must escape from this range. There is still a chance!

But until he passed Hagrid's hut, he still didn't see Dumbledore - he couldn't wait any longer.

Maka reached for the inside of her robe, then flicked it, throwing a pink bottle straight towards Quirrell. Then he pointed his wand, and the bottle suddenly shattered, and a pink mist blew Quirrell away.

The whole person was enveloped.

"Fire is blazing!" Maka's wand waved and stroked, accurately controlling the flame to form a circle of flame on the ground, encircling Quirrell and the pink mist in the center.

"Hold your breath!" A deep voice sounded, but then he added, "You idiot! You want me to spend extra effort to do it myself."

That's Voldemort!

As he spoke, he controlled Quirrell to step across the ring of fire without even burning a corner of his clothes. This should be the effect of the freezing spell.

Quirrell walked out of the flames, his eyes flashing red, looking a little scary.

"The atomization effect of the sleeping pill is indeed too low," Maka stared at him calmly, but did not stop at all.

"Armor protects the body." "Shattered into pieces!"

The two spells were completed almost at the same time, but Maka seemed to be a little earlier, and Voldemort's curse was blocked. Not only that, Voldemort's curse was even bounced back by the magic shield that appeared in front of Maka.

Voldemort quickly dodged, the light of the Crushing Curse passed by him, and his cuffs became tattered for a moment.

"It seems that he is still very weak indeed," Maka said while carefully judging Voldemort's state, while waving the wand again - he wanted to suppress Voldemort and prevent him from using Hermione to threaten him.

"Expelliarmus!" "Armor protection!"

Another spell was shouted almost at the same time. On the surface, it seems that there is not much difference between the two in actual combat application, but Maka knew in her heart that Voldemort's physical strength was a big problem. He was hunched over at the moment, which was obviously disturbing.

I feel like I am somewhat over-motivated but lacking in energy.

"Expelliarmus" is just a very difficult spell, but the power of the spell constantly changes with the strength of the user. A slender red magic light beam emitted from the tip of Maka's staff directly knocked Voldemort away.

The magic shield in front of him was broken, Quirrell's wand was spinning in the air and had left the opponent's hand.

"Collapse!"

At the same time as another magic spell was released, Maka walked like flying, bursting out at his fastest speed. He wanted to get Hermione back as soon as possible, so that he could better hold on to the advantage he had finally gained.

"Three steps... two steps... we're almost there... we've reached it!" Maka secretly counted the distance in her mind, grabbed Hermione and threw her back with all her strength.

Just as Maka was settling down, he caught a glimpse of Hermione's frightened eyes.

The next moment, a big hand stretched out from behind Maka and strangled his neck fiercely. The force was so strong that the nails were even embedded into his skin.

With her other hand, she grabbed Maka's wand and snatched it away.

"Okay, very good! This is very good!" Voldemort's voice came faintly from behind Maka, full of anger, "I haven't seen such a talented little wizard for a long time."

"You must be Maka McClane, right? Quirrell mentioned you to me..." He said grimly, "It's really unbelievable that you can do this in just the first grade.

"

"Haha." Maka smiled dryly, "How can I compare with you! I thought that your power is the supreme, the great Dark Lord!"

"Hmph," Voldemort sneered, "I rarely hear such hypocritical words."

"No, what I told is the truth!" Maka's neck was pinched, which made him a little breathless. He struggled to squeeze out the next sentence, "I just want to save my friend, but I am

You are not hostile, that is true! I swear to Merlin!"

"Well, if you are my hostage and obey me, then -" Before Voldemort could finish his contemptuous words, he noticed something strange, which made him stop what he was about to say.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort frowned and stared at a location not far away, where a figure appeared.

"It seems that I arrived a little late." Dumbledore also looked at him intently, his eyes flashing with regret or guilt.

Maka looked at Dumbledore's figure and knew that he wanted to catch him off guard, so he cast a disembodiment spell on herself. Unexpectedly, she was still a step too late, and she was controlled by Voldemort first.

What bad luck!

Maka thought secretly, but then she spoke again: "Dumbledore, I have surrendered to the Dark Lord! Do you know? I don't need your help, the great Dark Lord is right! Dark magic is everyone's

The ultimate magic that all wizards should pursue, you, a stubborn old man with a big beard, will not understand!"

While Maka was flattering Voldemort in every possible way, she secretly winked at Dumbledore and signaled him to take Hermione away as soon as possible.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Maka without saying a word, as if he was really stimulated by Maka's words.

"Humph," Voldemort sneered, "It seems that you really think so - I can understand it. At your age, I have also experienced it. Especially since you are equally smart and have the same ability to use powerful magic.

Deep longing..."

"In your spell, I can feel the destructive power that yearns for the ultimate. Okay, if you can help me leave, I will give you a seat as a Death Eater."

As a child, there will always be various disadvantages and advantages. How to use them flexibly and turn the disadvantages into advantages depends on one's ability, such as contempt. At this moment, Voldemort is still as arrogant as ever.

It makes him unable to see the truth of things like Dumbledore.

Maka just sent out a random slander against Dumbledore, which made Voldemort develop a favorable impression of him. Although it is not known whether this favorable impression is true or not, it can be regarded as temporary safety.

He cooperated with Voldemort and left far away. Dumbledore moved his feet, but still stayed in place. Behind Dumbledore, Hermione lying on the ground stared at Maka as she gradually went away, her eyes flickering.

Without blinking, his vision became blurry due to the accumulation of tears.