harry potter book of crimes

"...This is...a painting?"

When the huge picture frame gradually stood out on the wall, Harry and Ron suddenly felt infinite hope in their hearts. To be honest, they were so thirsty and hungry that they were almost driven crazy.

After the painting was fully formed, they saw what was depicted on the canvas.

Speaking of which, at first glance, there is really nothing special about it - the wooden doorframe, the lush greenery and the slightly gloomy sky outside the doorway. The doorframe is covered with fresh and tender ivy, which looks completely

A vibrant scene.

Ron subconsciously reached out and touched it, then gently pushed the edge of the frame, only to find that there was no reaction at all.

"What kind of prompt is this?" He asked curiously, "Also, how did it appear? I don't remember what mechanism I encountered just now."

"I think we'll have the answer if we wait a little longer." Harry shook his head and pointed to the canvas.

Ron's eyes followed the place he pointed to - it was a forest painted in the painting, and right among the lush trees, there was a black spot that was slowly getting bigger.

No, it was not a black spot, but a figure in the painting, coming toward them from far and near.

At first they couldn't see clearly when they were far away, but when the figure walked in, they realized that it was a beautiful girl with a quiet appearance.

The girl was wearing a simple blue dress with vertical stripes, her hands were folded implicitly in front of her belly, and she was holding a small leather-bound notebook. Her long reddish golden hair was slightly curled, like waves.

It usually hangs naturally on the shoulders.

"Excuse me...who are you?" Harry asked hesitantly.

But the girl in the painting just looked at him and Ron with soft eyes, as if she had no intention of speaking. The look was so gentle that it actually made the two little boys blush at the same time.

"Uh... I mean, are you here to tell us how to get out of here?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Harry had to bite the bullet and continue, "To be honest, our stomachs are almost starving..."

After hearing this, the girl in the painting curled her lips slightly, as if she was amused by what he said was funny. She shook her head slightly, then turned around and walked back without saying a word.

Harry and Ron were immediately anxious, but before they could speak again, with a soft "squeak" sound, the picture frame automatically opened from one side like a door leaf.

There are many rooms like this in Hogwarts Castle, even their Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were not much surprised when they saw this, they just hurriedly poked their heads behind the frame and gradually revealed it.

Looking through the doorway.

It was a deep and dark passage, about the same size as the painting. Even adults could walk in it without difficulty. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then walked into the tunnel one after another.

Go.

Walking in this long tunnel, the sound of footsteps clicked in my ears, but other than that, there was no other sound. There was no danger or obstacle. It didn't seem like something Maka had left for them.

A difficult problem.

It is worth mentioning that this tunnel seemed to go straight forward. After walking for about ten minutes, there was not even a corner. At least, neither Harry nor Ron felt the slightest change.

It stands to reason that after walking for so long, the distance from one end of the castle to the other is definitely covered. Could it be said that they are really no longer in Hogwarts?

The two of them continued to walk forward, probably because it was pitch dark in front and back, and even the wand's glowing spell couldn't shine. Their uneasiness made their pace faster and faster.

But what they didn't know was that it was thanks to this unconscious speeding up of their pace that they accidentally escaped a fatal disaster.

Ron, who was walking behind, didn't notice that for a moment, everything behind him was distorted in some incomprehensible way.

…

That's right, that moment of distortion happened when Greenwald took out something.

This was not the first time Maka had seen this thing... No, he had never actually seen it in person, but its appearance was firmly in Maka's mind.

This is a silver-white floor-to-ceiling round mirror.

There are no seams between the natural frame and the base, and the smoke-like mirror surface is gray, as if nothing can be reflected.

The frame and base are engraved with delicate patterns, and familiar yet unfamiliar regular runes are sparsely arranged on the perfectly round frame, flashing with a thrilling light.

Macca was convinced that this was the mysterious round mirror he saw in the murals of Herbo's Tomb, and it was a source that could cause heinous evil.

"Grindelwald, what do you want to do! You want to turn Hogwarts into a waste—"

He couldn't finish what he said, because the mirror was activated at this moment!

The circle of runes on the mirror frame suddenly erupted with a mesmerizing purple-black light. The chaotic and misty mirror surface flowed like a whirlpool, and a mysterious wave of obscure and mysterious waves spread out in an instant.

This wave of fluctuations was accompanied by strange distortions, encompassing the entire Hogwarts Castle, including the large mountains surrounding the castle. Immediately afterwards, even Maka didn't have time to react, and she felt the fluctuations.

The space suddenly shook, shrinking towards it as if the entire space was being dragged into the mirror.

Just this contraction of less than half a second made Maka's eyes widen immediately - he could see that his soul had been dragged out of the body and torn towards the unknown mirror, as if

There was a huge suction force pulling hard on his soul.

If he hadn't spent so much effort studying soul magic, this alone would have completely destroyed him.

After Maka used magic to force his soul back into his body, he had to take a deep breath. If he had reacted slower just now and allowed his soul to completely leave his body, he would never be able to come back.

No wonder the tomb murals depict it as so terrifying that it can even turn an entire ancient city into a dead city. This mysterious power that only targets the soul is really too terrifying.

Seeing that the mist-like mirror was still flowing endlessly, Voldemort's soul was still struggling to resist, but Grindelwald's body had already collapsed on the ground.

Maka knew that the old guy had no intention of resisting at all, and his purpose seemed to be to enter the mirror.

If you want to die, you can die somewhere else, and you have to go all the way to Hogwarts. After he interferes with it like this, the fun will be great.

Maka didn't even want to look back. He was afraid that he would see the scene as painted in the mural. To this day, he still clearly remembers that the torrent of souls that meandered like a long river in the mural, forcibly turning the entire giant colorful painting into reality.

The main colors are black, gray and white.

At this moment, although Maka felt infinitely uneasy, he still did not panic. However, he saw him raising the staff in his hand. Regardless of his own safety, he first gathered an icy blue power of rules and blasted it at Voldemort.

Shoot away.

Voldemort must die now, and his soul fragments must not be captured by this weird mirror, otherwise it will most likely lead to another huge disaster.

Voldemort, who was desperately resisting the suction pulling on his soul, was unable to resist this dazzling beam of regular power. In just an instant, his black flame body, like a firefly in the wind, was immediately engulfed by the blue and white light.

In an inaudible wail, the remnant of Voldemort was quickly pulled toward the mirror by an invisible force. But he didn't expect Maka to move faster than that!

With just a wave of his hand, an inconspicuous empty potion bottle intercepted the fragment of Voldemort's soul halfway. The ghost-like remnant soul crashed into the bottle, and as the bottle's body flashed, it failed.

Thread it out from the bottom of the bottle.

But the terrible thing is that the suction force emitted by this floor-standing round mirror is too strong, and a large number of fine cracks have appeared on the bottle body, as if it will turn into a pile of slag at any time.

In a matter of seconds, Maka waved her hand quickly. At the moment when the bottle containing the fragments of Voldemort's soul flew towards him, he grabbed the bottle in time, while strengthening the magic spell on the bottle.

, while running towards the gate not far away.

Who knows if this round mirror will trigger a second contraction, he must hurry up.

Maka, who had his "swift" ability turned on, was absolutely extraordinary in terms of running speed. Hundreds of feet passed by in an instant. He quickly opened the door to Hogwarts and immediately took out the gun containing the remnant soul of Voldemort.

The bottle, along with the door key, stuck out of the door.

Following a distortion in the space, the other source of disaster was finally sent away. But almost in the next second, the entire space shrank for the second time, and the momentum was even more fierce than the first time!

Maka's soul was knocked out of the body again. Most of the soul was not protected by the body and was completely unable to resist the violent pulling force. It was not that difficult to pull the soul that was knocked out of the body back.

After a while, he managed to put his soul back into his body, but if it happened again, he had no confidence that he would be able to resist it.

Maka, who finally had the strength to look back, turned around and took a glance. The crowd of souls in the sky did not exceed his expectations. While he was filled with resentment, a deep sense of powerlessness also surged into his heart.

He stretched out his staff again, and another ray of rule power suddenly shot out, rapidly impacting towards the mysterious floor-to-ceiling circular mirror.

The invincible power of the first-level rules in the past finally made an exception this time. However, the ice-blue beam of light fell on the mirror body, and it was only barely covered with a thin layer of frost, and it completely dissipated in the blink of an eye.

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