harry potter book of crimes

Castles in the snow always make people feel desolate. The goose-feather-like snow blows down obliquely with the strong wind, covering the whole world in a gray-white haze.

And in the misty forecourt of the snow-covered castle, a large number of figures shrouded in black energy surrounded them. In the center of the crowd, a young man stood with a long staff. He was surrounded but did not panic, and just stared straight ahead.

Wherever he could see, another figure covered in black flames also stood quietly on the spot, looking at the young man coldly.

But neither the party that seemed to have a large number of people nor the party that was alone had no intention of taking action immediately. The atmosphere in the field was obviously tense to the extreme, but they all seemed to just want to delay.

Obviously, neither party is in a hurry at this moment.

…

However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were extremely anxious.

"Harry, I think we have to hurry up... too much time has passed," Ron said helplessly, "Although we can't see whether it's dawn or dark outside here, I guess we're probably already here.

It took all night!”

When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head in distress.

"I want to go fast too! But -"

To be honest, the two of them have been trapped here for a long time. And the most important thing is that they don't even know where they are!

Judging from the surrounding environment, this seems to be a small wooden house with a small space. There is a dim gasoline lamp hanging on the dark wood paneling wall, there are no windows on all sides, and there is no door.

In the corner of the room, two simple tan hammocks were hung directly from the ceiling. The two curtains hung slightly, covering the hammocks to some extent.

Above the two curtains, the brown coat of arms with a little badger printed on it is probably the only thing that can prove that they are still in Hogwarts - it is the symbol of Hufflepuff House.

Harry and Ron still remembered what Maka had said to them, saying that if they wanted to participate in Dumbledore's funeral, they had to pass his test. But then, they didn't even know what the test was.

, suddenly his vision went dark, and he fainted in a corridor of the castle.

What exactly is the test? Can you think of a way to get out of here? But what role can this serve as a test?

No matter what, when they woke up, they found themselves locked in this rather small room. There were no doors or windows, the four wooden walls were impossible to break, and there were very few clues.

To be honest, they were almost desperate.

"I think, let alone finding a way to leave, even whether we will starve to death here is a problem." Ron groaned weakly, "Harry, what do you think?"

"Don't say discouraging words!" Harry said unwillingly, "Whether it's to fill our stomachs or to pass the test, we can't give up!"

"Oh, I'm just saying that."

Ron shook his head, then got up again and began to inspect the wall.

It's just that this room is really only a small space, and the two of them have already carefully inspected every inch. Except for the magical wooden wall that can't be destroyed even by magic spells, there is nothing suspicious about it.

place?

"...Although we don't know exactly where this is, we must still be at Hogwarts." Harry said while picking at the nails on the board, "I'm thinking, we still have to guess where this place is first.

That's it, this is probably our only clue."

"Who knows?" Ron sighed, "There are too many rooms in the castle. Not even all of them are shown on your Marauder's Map. How can you guess?"

"Yes!" Harry thought for a while and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. "If I had known that there would be such a test, even if I didn't call Hermione, I would have got the Marauder's Map from her first. With that

, even if we can’t see where we are, at least we can still see the actions of other people in the castle.”

"Hmm..." Ron pondered for a while, then said uncertainly, "Harry, I still think we might be in the Room of Requirement."

"Then we should be able to conjure something." Harry knocked on the wall, and the back was completely solid, "But haven't we tried it all? Even if we say our wishes, nothing happens!

"

Ron nodded, then kicked the wall listlessly.

"Anyway, we have to hurry up..." Although he always acted a little weak, he never really gave up in his heart.

"Yeah." Harry also nodded.

…

Almost at the moment Harry nodded, there was finally a sound of fighting in the vestibule outside the castle. It was indeed a "fighting sound", not a battle between magic and magic, or a colorful effect, but a real sound.

In the close combat.

The Knights of the Stone Statue guarding Hogwarts fought with the Black Death!

The Black Death Apostles, whose bodies are filled with black energy, were originally wizards, but under the erosion of the Bewitching Monument, they have all lost the ability to use magic.

All their magic power was forcibly transformed into wisps of black energy. What they gained along with it was extremely tyrannical physical power and defense.

On the other side, under the influence of some ancient magic, the Stone Statue Knights temporarily gained the ability to move independently. Like puppets, they waved the stone knight swords in their hands slightly stiffly and moved forward one after another.

Cut it in front.

In fact, this time it was the Black Deaths closer to the castle who were forced to fight back.

Originally, Voldemort did not want to start a war, but once those stone statues were activated, there was no possibility of stopping. They had only two tasks, which were to expel foreign enemies and protect the castle; and they were given only two actions,

That is to defend with a shield and attack with a sword.

In terms of individual quality, the Black Death far surpassed these stone knights - both their attack power and defensive power were much higher than these "frail" stone knights.

But it happened that these stone statues, which only knew how to raise shields and wield swords, made it difficult for the Black Death apostles, whose minds were full of "counterattack", "attack" and "killing everyone", to display their brute strength.

Because although these stone knights are more "one-bone" than the Black Deaths and cannot fly like the Black Deaths, they have a neat and uniform pace and a square formation that will never be chaotic.

The number of Stone Statue Knights is quite astonishing, only a lot more than the Black Death Apostles, even though there are still many who have not yet had time to release them.

For these slightly clumsy stone statues, it is not difficult for any wizard with a little brain to deal with them, and destroying them is just a matter of time and magic power consumption.

But the ones facing them now are those brainless Black Death disciples.

From now on, each Black Death's attack will shatter several stone knights, but at the same time, at least eight or nine stone swords will hit the Black Death. The defense of these stone knights

The power is far from being able to compete with the Black Death, but in terms of attack power, it is not worth mentioning.

In ancient times, this order of stone statue knights was originally used to defend against the invading giants. In the face of the terrifying power of the giants, it makes no sense to give these stone statues more defenses. Only sufficient numbers and attack power can stop the giants from advancing.

pace.

You know, how can the giant's defense be worse than that of the current Black Deaths?

While Maka was staring closely at Voldemort, the Stone Statue Knights, who were originally intended to contain them, performed a miraculous feat. The sound of the stone swords hitting and the stone statues shattering was heard one after another, and it was a mess.

.

Because Maka had his back to the place where the battle was taking place, he couldn't quite tell how far the battle was going. His senses were filled with chaotic magic fluctuations.

But he didn't know it, but Voldemort knew it.

In terms of numbers, there are certainly far fewer Black Deaths who launch counterattacks on their own, but after all, their strength is much higher than that of the Stone Statue Knights. Even if the battle situation is stalemate, and even the Black Deaths have begun to suffer losses, but

It will be no problem to clean up those stone statues in the end.

However, how could Voldemort be willing to waste every precious Black Death in a place like this? He wanted to use a secret method to force back those Black Deaths who had automatically launched a counterattack, but he could not move.

At this time, Maka's staff was already glowing with light, and the rules runes on the top of the staff were also faintly visible. Voldemort had no doubt that if he moved casually, an icy blue light beam would suddenly sweep towards him.

He doesn't want to start a war, at least not yet!

If you lose some servants, just lose some! In order to succeed today, the necessary sacrifices are worth it - he has endured it so many times, and he doesn't care if he has to endure it again now.

Just because of the fight between the Knights of the Stone Statues and the Black Death, the hypocritical conversation between the two came to an abrupt end. Both sides understood that they had trump cards in their hands today, and this was already a mutual understanding.

It is an undisclosed fact. If we continue to talk hypocritically, it will not make any sense.

The air has become even colder.

In the midst of the noisy fighting, Maka and Voldemort's expressions changed one after another, and they glanced southward with the corner of their eyes.

It was this glance that made Maka's eyes flash with a stern look.

"Lark——"

Maka suddenly shouted loudly, and was enchanted by the sound amplification spell. For a moment, the invisible sound waves quickly spread out, and even the violent wind and snow could not reduce them at all, and spread throughout Hogwarts in the blink of an eye.

At the same time as this shout sounded, the staff in his hand suddenly hit the snow. In an instant, several blue fluorescent lights began to light up from the point where the staff hit the ground, and quickly touched the ground.

It started to swim through the snow and quickly spread into the distance.

While Voldemort's expression changed drastically, he suddenly transformed into a ball of black flame and retreated into the air behind him without hesitation.