harry potter book of crimes

A long time ago, Maka was also a person who liked watching movies.

He especially likes epic blockbusters with big scenes and wonderful special effects, because in that case, even if the plot is not outstanding, the audience can applaud and marvel at the visual feast.

But no matter whether the plot is good or the scene is great, the reason why the audience is called the audience is because they can only watch and cannot really intervene to change everything on the screen.

At this moment, as a time traveler, Maka felt as if he was watching a big movie with a terrible plot. Not for any other reason, just because everything that happened in front of him had already happened to him.

Got it.

If someone were to ask him now what the worst thing could be, he would tell that person that there is nothing worse than forcing himself to watch a movie that he doesn't want to watch again.

Yes, he clearly saw the attack of Voldemort and the Black Death. But where did Grindelwald enter Hogwarts from, he did not discover it at all.

No wonder he and Voldemort only discovered him when the other party showed up.

However, he still gained something, because he discovered that Grindelwald should have entered in a state of invisibility, and he did not reveal himself until he was near the ice coffin. But as for which direction he entered from, he

I couldn't find it.

There is also a limit to the range of the ability to sense magic fluctuations. The perimeter of Hogwarts is simply too large. If you want to detect the opponent before he sneaks into the school, in addition to luck, you may also need to be extremely prepared.

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Now it was time for Grindelwald to have an inexplicable conversation with his current self, but he could only stop in the distance, staring blankly at the two small black spots in the castle's vestibule.

Even though he knew the impending doom, he still couldn't bring himself to take even one step.

Snowflakes are still falling from high in the sky, and the strong wind is still blowing uncontrollably. The cold air seems to freeze everything in the field of vision, but it is bitingly cold when it is sucked into the chest.

The white color all over the mountains and plains seems to be mourning the passing of Dumbledore, but it also seems to be paving the way for the tragedy of the next moment.

Hogwarts in the blizzard is majestic and spectacular, covered with frost like a mythical castle of ice. But who could have imagined that it won't be long before this place becomes a forbidden land of souls that few people can approach.

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The ticking sound of the time turner echoed in my ears all the time, telling the passage of time mercilessly.

Of course there are still opportunities, let alone once or twice, the cycle can continue ten thousand or twenty thousand times. As long as he is careful and does not exceed the maximum limit of the backtracking time, the number of times is not a problem.

But, what should we do? How can we save the fate of Hogwarts? Maka, who always had a lot of good ideas in the past, held her breath and fell into silence for a long time.

The familiar plot is still going on, the strange floor-to-ceiling round mirror has been taken out, and the incident has once again reached its powerless ending.

When the mysterious fluctuation suddenly spread, Maka, who was standing far away, subconsciously touched the time converter in his breast pocket. At this moment, what on earth was he thinking about? Even he himself was confused.

not understand.

All he knew was that this time there was no doubt that he had failed.

At this moment, Maka, who was about to turn around and leave, taking advantage of the remaining time to think about it, suddenly opened her eyes and showed an expression of extreme astonishment.

"what happened?"

At this moment, he had no time to think about anything else, because he actually saw that Voldemort, who was supposed to be struggling next to the ice coffin, could not withstand the first shock at all, and the fragments of his soul had been destroyed.

It was pulled outside the body.

On the other side, the me at that time was still trying to hold on to the half-pulled-out soul, completely unaware of the situation on Voldemort's side.

As for Greenwald, he had no intention of resisting and was already wilting in the cold snow.

This sudden and strange turn of events did not give Maka a moment and a half to think. He did not hesitate, almost as if he had an instinctive reaction and quickly took a step forward, and swung the staff in his hand down decisively.

Voldemort's soul cannot be sucked away by the round mirror. No matter what happens, this must be ensured. Otherwise, this time will not only be a disaster for Hogwarts?

The long-distance use of soul magic is an extremely thankless task. But now Maka must do this, even if the magic power is greatly consumed.

Even if Hogwarts cannot be saved this time, at least it cannot make the situation worse.

Most soul magic is very fast, and at this moment, this extremely solid black skull exerted its maximum speed, quickly crossing a distance of hundreds of feet, and violently smashed Voldemort's

The soul fragments were pushed directly back into his body.

After succeeding in the attack, Maka realized what he had just done. Without saying a word, he immediately turned around and retreated quickly. While staying away from the suction range of the mysterious round mirror, he also took the time to glance over there.

One glance.

The self who was concentrating on resisting the suction and pulling back the soul at that time did not seem to notice his behavior.

After retreating far away, Maka leaned against an evergreen tree and breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling lucky that she was safe and sound. What followed was the overwhelming fear and doubt.

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Of course, there is also the splendid icy blue light beam in the distance, fleeting in the sky.

"What's going on?" He repeated it again as if he could only say this sentence.

The snow on the tree fell down as soon as he leaned against it, hitting him hard, but he had no intention of caring about such small things.

Maka, who was full of confusion, stood up straight again after a period of boredom and palpitations. Although he had not recovered much thinking ability from the shock, he also understood that the most important thing now was to go back and watch

One glance.

Maka, who hurried back, didn't even notice that her head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

When he took a clear look at the situation in the vestibule of Hogwarts, he found that he had already sprinted towards the door holding the vial containing the fragments of Voldemort's soul.

"...This..." Maka stood in the shadow of the snow forest on the hillside, the confusion on her face gradually turned into a look of contemplation, "Is it true that you didn't notice...?"

Probably because the situation changed so quickly that he had no room to think. Now he finally calmed down a little and finally had enough time to sort out his thoughts.

Suddenly, that sudden accident gave him a series of conjectures. And along with the conjectures came a lot of old memories.

“Does this count as having changed, or has it not changed?”

For the current Maka, that sudden change was naturally an unexpected situation; but for the me at that time, it was not an accident.

Because at that time, I was not aware of this lightning-like fact at all, so how could it be unexpected?

The word "fact" gave Maka a shuddering feeling at the moment. Because he suddenly realized that all the influences he had caused in the time retrieval were probably an established fact.

Just like this time when he went back to the past, he was influenced by his own speculation and stopped moving forward, so it did not affect the development of the situation; just like the scene just now, his actions were only one part of the outcome.

Perhaps no matter what he does, the invisible rules of time will tie all his actions into the so-called "facts", but in the end nothing can be changed.

So he recalled that distant memory again, trying to find some clues for reference from the story without Maka.

After a while, he shook his head with a dark expression.

In that old story, Harry and Hermione also used the time turner, but it didn't seem to change any facts. The executioner's butcher's knife still fell, and Harry and Sirius were surrounded by Dementors.

, and was still saved by a stag patronus.

They may have thought that they let Buckbeak go and changed the past, but they actually didn't see that the giant ax was just hitting a big pumpkin in Hagrid's field. And what's even more ironic is that the stag patron saint

It was basically released by Harry himself when he returned to the past!

Judging from the Buckbeak incident, how similar are the changes to Maka's current situation?

"Hmph...what do you want to prove with all this?" Maka chuckled, "This proves that the fact has happened, and I just didn't see it?"

In a little while, his journey through time and space will be over. Back then, Harry and Hermione were able to solve the problem smoothly without leaving any regrets, so will he do the same?

Maybe when he comes back, he will find that everything is gone?

Maka turned back and glanced again in the direction of Hogwarts Castle. The winding river of souls was still shocking, reminding him mercilessly not to take any chances.

He is not Harry or Hermione, he is him, an incompetent man named Maka McClane.

Maka leaned over and picked up a handful of snow. After rubbing it with his hands, he put his cold and slightly red hands directly on his face. A strong chill passed through his cheeks and went straight to his brain, shaking his heart.

The irritability was suppressed hard.

Yes, in the face of the time rules that were colder than this ice and snow, although he felt deeply powerless, he had no intention of giving up. Since he had already decided on what he wanted to do, how could he give up halfway?

After calming down for a moment, the moment he put down his hand, he was stunned by the two figures that appeared in the corner of his field of vision.