harry potter book of crimes

Outlined by the rattan on the ground is the pattern of a dagger.

The unique one-eye carving on the handle and the slightly curved double-edged short blade all correspond to each other in Maka's memory.

Yes, Maka even once held this blade that looked like an Arabian dagger under the guidance of Rowena. And it was because of this dagger that Maka could only use it for a long time.

Living in a cold world.

"'The Sin of Jealousy'?" Maka's expression became a little serious.

Regarding the so-called "sin", he had some unclear inferences before.

Such as the Bewitched Monument, the Sword of Gryffindor, and the mysterious floor-to-ceiling mirror carved in the tomb of the despicable Herbo... maybe also counting the cursed bloodline of the Blois family - they all seem to have

It can cause disasters on a huge scale.

In this regard, it is no exaggeration to call them the source of evil.

Thinking about it this way, as someone who had personally experienced the dagger, Maka suddenly felt that it was not too much to include it in it.

The person holding the curved dagger will inevitably be blocked from normal emotions and emotions. The dagger is a weapon, if it is not used, it is fine, but once it is used...

Maka still vaguely remembers the feeling he had when listening to the wail of the soul of the deceased when the assassin he possessed finally succeeded in assassinating him.

It was undoubtedly a very strange pleasure.

That pleasure will be particularly impressive when the person involved is in a state of complete emotional loss. People with weak willpower will most likely fall into a cycle of killing from then on.

"Jealous...?" Maka nodded secretly, "It seems that my new version of "The Book of Sin" can add some content..."

Just as he was secretly paying attention to it, the large forest fairy who had finished drawing the pattern looked up again. Her crystal eyes looked directly at him, seemingly charming but natural.

"Human, do you seem to know something about this crime?"

Maka did know something, and according to his guess, the dagger probably did not appear again.

Even he himself, at that time, was just entering a certain memory under Rowena's magic...or, it was simply a simulated spiritual world.

Otherwise, judging from the characteristics of that dagger, the Muggle world will most likely be the first to suffer. In any case, a serial killer who has appeared long ago will definitely not be able to escape.

He pointed at the pattern on the ground and made a sleeping gesture towards the other person, indicating that the thing was probably still sleeping in a corner!

After understanding what Maka wanted to express, the half-person tall "Great Fairy" obviously breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing this, Maka couldn't help but feel excited. After pointing to the pattern on the ground again, she looked at him with a smile on her face.

Pointing towards the other person in confusion.

Obviously, this ancient species that suddenly appeared has some kind of unique blood inheritance talent, and can actually pass some information to future generations.

It was rare to meet someone who seemed to know a lot, so Maka naturally wanted to ask more questions.

Although communication is very limited due to language incompatibility, Maka is still willing to put in more effort if she can get some more clues and origins about the "sin".

"What's its relationship with me...? Do you...really want to know?" The other party hesitated for a moment, seemingly a little apprehensive, "That's 'sin', a terrible power... it will bring about eternity.

Endless disaster."

"Those who hold that share of sin will destroy all good and evil natures. Only when the sharp blade of sin tastes the soul, will it give the holder boundless pleasure. What it envies is the soul, what it humiliates is the soul, it

What you are chewing is the soul...the more pure and beautiful the soul is, the more it will be attracted to you."

"The gurgling blood flowing in my body tells me that I should stay away from it...walk away far away. If it is still causing disaster, I must leave the seeds of inheritance as soon as possible, let it bury it deep underground, and continue to wait.

Once the flowers bloom..."

The idea she conveyed to Maka's mind was slightly interrupted at this moment. A kind of heartfelt fear echoed in Maka's consciousness. There was no detailed content, just a kind of fear.

"The descendants of our tree of life cannot wither away! This is the only responsibility I have to bear in this life."

At this point, Maka really wanted to ask her - couldn't she be more detailed about the dagger?

But the other party probably didn't understand it very specifically, because in Maka's expectant eyes, the other party just shook his head slightly.

"Human, what is this place? Can I take root and grow here?"

Asking herself if she could "put down roots" here was truly unheard of. Maka subconsciously glanced to the side, only to find that the actual residents of this island were still lying on the ground!

He then thought about it, and suddenly he had a plan in mind - if he wanted to blame me, I would blame him for choosing to talk to me!

"Lark, get up! Your ancestor's friend is going to live here," Maka greeted. "This island will be given to her... As for you, just come with me!"

Old Luck suddenly raised his head, first glanced at the new "Great Fairy", and then looked at Maka.

"Feirui wants us to follow you?" Old Luck asked doubtfully, "Did Mr. Ferry talk to you?"

"Yes, through thought." Maka pointed to her head.

"Then why didn't Mr. Fei Rui talk to the elf?" Lao Lak hesitated and looked at the enlarged version of the fairy again, "And why do you want the elf to go with you?"

"In order to complete...well, the task assigned to us by Lord Fei Rui," Maka said, pointing to the pattern on the ground, and said seriously, "Did you see it? That is the source of a disaster, and it is the cause of Fei Rui's death.

Your Excellency is the source of sleeping evil! Although this evil has disappeared again, other evils continue to spread in this world..."

"We must stop the sources of evil that are corroding the world, otherwise..." At this point, Maka glanced out of the corner of her eyes and had an idea in an instant, "Otherwise, the beauty we rely on for survival will naturally be destroyed by them.

Completely destroyed, do you understand?"

Maka is very familiar with this kind of smooth flow. What he said is not wrong, because now, the so-called "evil" is indeed ready to move again.

The Bewitched Monument tied to Voldemort is like a bomb that will explode from time to time. And according to Trelawney's prophecy, Greenwald seems to be involved.

As for whether that has anything to do with the "Fei Rui" in Lao Lak's mouth, that's not sure.

"...Is this really the case?" Old Luck still didn't seem to believe it, "Young wizard, I feel a trace of falsehood in your words!"

"of course it's true."

Maka nodded solemnly towards Lao Lak, then turned her head to the "Great Fairy" who was standing by and looked a little confused, and nodded towards her as well.

"That's right?" Maka said deliberately even though she knew others wouldn't understand.

"Can I really take root here?" In this way, a beautiful misunderstanding occurred so easily, "Thank you very much for your help... It is really great to meet such a kind human being like you when I was just born.

It's my luck."

While conveying her thoughts, she nodded towards him, obviously showing her goodwill. When Lao Lak also looked towards her following Maka's words, she also nodded slightly to Lao Lak.

"I think I should also thank you for your help."

When such an idea echoed in Lao Lak's mind, he leaned down again as if flattered - his ancestor's friend spoke to him! Even just one sentence made him extremely surprised.

"No, Lao Lak doesn't dare to accept Fei Rui's gratitude. This is Lao Lak... no, it is the honor of the elf family! We will do our best to complete the task you have given us! This is the elf's life.

Promise!"

"Then let's leave quickly! Don't delay Lord Fei Rui from settling down here -" Macadang urged, "Come on! I already have some clues about the mission, and I believe you will be able to make this agreement soon.

And 'try your best'."

After signaling to the novel ancient species again, Maka walked outside with Lao Lark, who was full of excitement, and a group of elves who were also full of enthusiasm.

Different from the difficulty when they came, now when they left here, the vines automatically made way for them. Not long after, they met other elves waiting outside.

While Lao Lak was walking and explaining to the tribesmen, Maka looked thoughtfully between them and the surrounding green mist.

It seems that these green miasmas are not poisonous mist, but have other functions. Otherwise, just looking at the concentration of these miasmas, it is impossible for those little elves to have no reaction at all even if they are not poisoned to death.

"If it's not poisonous gas... maybe it has something to do with that powerful regeneration ability?"

Because he was a little curious, he habitually took out an empty large potion bottle and put a bottle of green mist in it, intending to take it back and study it when he had time.

Soon, after Maka and the elf group left the area where the vines spread, they immediately apparated back to the magic tower in the center of the island. Needless to say, the first thing Maka did was to confirm that Luna and

Hermione's safety.

When he saw the two girls lying at the lookout on the top of the tower, looking worriedly at the north of the island, his heart, which had been half hanging, finally settled down a little.

At this moment, the large number of vines in the distance that were still waving in the air, causing the tower to generate a repulsive halo again and again, suddenly retracted into the jungle. With another slight vibration under the feet, a new round of "

The "rooting movement" seems to have begun.