harry potter book of crimes

"...You mean, there are really so many independent elves there? Really? Really?"

When Maka told Hermione about the situation on Rowena's Secret Island, three "trues" popped out of her mouth, and the excitement from her heart was immediately revealed.

There is no doubt that Hermione is a kind girl.

After learning about the abnormal situation of contemporary house elves, she would often think about how to improve their unreasonable life.

No, even if it is difficult, they should at least make their working conditions more consistent with common sense - every worker has the right to receive the most basic salary and holidays!

However, those poor house elves have to understand this first. Otherwise, no matter how hard others try, they may not be able to achieve the best results.

As a result, S.E.E.S (Spiritual Emancipation of House Elves) came into being.

"There is indeed a large group on that island. From what I have seen, there should be hundreds of them... No, I think there are probably more than that!"

Maka vaguely remembered that when he first left the island, he saw a large area on the island beach. Not to mention anything else, in terms of combat power alone, it was very impressive.

"It's definitely too late these days... Next week! I'll send you there to meet them next week..." He thought for a while and said, "Those elves don't speak English. I will definitely have to be a translator then.

Yes. But I heard the elf elder said that regardless of the type of language, they can understand the general meaning of our words... Maybe that is a talent of theirs!"

"The elves are so awesome!" Hermione exclaimed immediately.

"Oh - with Maka's help this time, her activities will probably get bigger and bigger!" Ron leaned next to Harry and muttered quietly, "Speaking of which, her 'sees'

How many badges have you made?"

"Who knows?" Harry shrugged, "I just remember that her Honeydukes candy jar was almost full last time..."

"Candy jar? The kind of sizzling honey candy?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry shook his head vigorously, rolled his eyes and said: "No, it's a strawberry custard-filled chocolate ball jar - remember last Christmas? It was the extra-large value jar launched by Honeydukes..."

"Oh - Merlin's smelly socks!" Ron slapped his forehead suddenly.

"...But I must remind you not to negotiate salary with the elves. They help humans out of interest. If you don't want them to refuse to talk to you, you must keep their principles in mind - when talking to them

During the conversation, I already understood this deeply!”

…

After dinner, Maka said goodbye to Hermione and the others, and walked straight up the stairs to the campus hospital on the second floor. He really wanted to know more about the situations Joshua had encountered before.

“Tuk tuk tuk”

After he knocked politely and gently on the door of the school hospital, the door opened from the inside after a while.

"McLean, I asked Minerva to inform you at noon, why are you here now?" Madam Pomfrey said with some dissatisfaction, "Visiting patients at night is not conducive to their rest..."

"Didn't I just come back not long ago?" Maka smiled apologetically, "By the way, how is Miss Schon doing? Has Professor Snape's antidote been prepared?"

"It should be soon, probably within the next two days!" Madam Pomfrey obviously knew these work matters very well, and she answered without thinking.

"Oh, really?" Maka nodded clearly, "If that's the case, then I'll take a look later..."

"You can think about it yourself! Aren't you going to visit a doctor? Now, come in quickly!" Madam Pomfrey no longer cared about what he said and immediately urged, "I'll give you fifteen minutes, one second.

No more."

"Oh - please, can't we have more?" Maka spread her hands and started bargaining.

However, Madam Pomfrey did not accept this trick. She took out a pocket watch, opened the cover and took a look, her movements were simple and neat.

"Are you sure you don't want to go in? There are still fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds left..."

"Okay, okay! I understand-"

Maka immediately raised her hands to show surrender, and then walked to the ward with a look of helplessness.

The ward was as quiet as ever. Apart from Helen, who was still lying on the hospital bed separated by a curtain, the only one with a stiff expression looked like a corpse.

Of course, this is a ward after all, so having fewer people is a good thing.

When Maca passed by Helen's hospital bed, he opened the curtain and took a look. Helen inside was still lying on the bed with a haggard look on her face, her breathing was a little weak, but she was relatively stable.

"Joshua?"

Maka came to another hospital bed not far away and called out.

"McLean..." Joshua, who was a little dazed in his sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and then hurriedly turned over and sat up, "McLean! I...I have something...no, it's not me, it's Zoe.

…There’s something wrong with Zoe…”

"Don't be nervous, just speak slowly." Maka sat down on the high stool next to the hospital bed, waved her hands casually and said, "Also, who is Zoe?"

"I am the master..." Joshua said, suddenly he paused again, "No, he is no longer my master...Lenny, his name is Lenny - I met Joshua in his manor.

E, a woman captured by Lenny."

"Lenny?"

Maca thought about it carefully and found that she had no special impression of this name. This wizard named Lenny should be Grindelwald's old henchman, but he obviously had not been exposed to the public eye much at the time.

"Then what? Zoe...what happened to her?" Maka motioned for him to continue.

"I...I wanted to save her at that time. I felt that I could activate my own power...but, I seemed to lose control on the spot..." Joshua regretted, "I don't know what happened next, but Zuo

She must still be in that manor! I think...I think..."

At the end of the sentence, the timid boy began to hesitate again, obviously not daring to casually say what he asked Maka to do.

Maka looked at him for a while, then smiled thoughtfully to herself, and asked abruptly: "Isn't that woman named Zoe beautiful?"

"Yes, I have never seen someone like her - oh, no, it's not like this -" Joshua, who was confused, was asked casually and subconsciously told the truth in his heart.

"Okay," Maka gestured with her hand, "You want me to rescue her, right? Of course that's no problem, because I was originally going to go there, and it's not a big deal to rescue her by the way. But.

I have to remind you, it’s hard to say what condition she is in right now, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"...Is...it's too late?" Upon hearing this, Joshua's face turned pale.

"Whether it will be later or not, I can't say. But since your old master will take her back and not dispose of her immediately, it means it is still necessary to save her life." Maka thought for a moment.

, and quickly speculated on some possibilities, "Maybe Legilimency is not very effective, or maybe it has other uses... In short, as long as the woman named Zoe is smart enough, there may be hope."

After Maka's casual analysis, Joshua's face finally looked better. He still had a great affection for Zoe, but judging from his personality, how much weight did this favor occupy in his heart?

, it’s really hard to say.

"That--"

"I'll get there as soon as I'm ready," Maka said, "but before that, you have to tell me the location of the manor and the defensive layout in the manor. Although the Obscurials under his command can't pose a threat to me.

It’s too big a threat, but this is the United States after all, and it’s not convenient for me to make too much noise there.”

That's what I say, but the United States is already in enough chaos right now, and adding him is not much.

"Okay, I'll..."

After Joshua told everything he knew, Maka thought about it secretly in her heart for a while.

To be honest, it is not difficult to formulate a targeted plan. The difficulty lies in taking into account the reaction from the MACUSA.

You can find from your own position that sometimes the so-called "good" forces will inevitably have more scruples. Creation and maintenance are always more difficult than destruction.

Maka sat on the stool and pondered for a moment before continuing to speak.

"...I generally understand what you said." He nodded and said, "I will go there tonight, and I will probably be back tomorrow... In the meantime, just lie in bed and wait.

Bar!"

Speaking of this, Maka seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled.

"...You are Madam Pomfrey's patient now! No one dares to tell you what to do here," he joked, "including yourself!"

After that, he stood up, dusted off his outer robe and walked towards the door of the ward.

But at the moment before leaving the ward, his sleeves inadvertently trembled, and a small black shadow quietly fell from the sleeves. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared under the hospital bed beside the door and disappeared.

"...The timing is pretty accurate."

Just as Maka walked out naturally, Madam Pomfrey at the other end of the corridor opened her pocket watch and glanced at the time, muttering something in her mouth.

Before he finished speaking, with a "bang bang" sound, the torches in the corridor began to go out one by one - the time to turn off the lights in the school hospital had just arrived.

Not long after, another oil lamp was lit in the gradually darkening corridor. Madam Pomfrey gently took it off from the end of the corridor and walked slowly towards her office with it.

Night has fallen again.