harry potter book of crimes

"...Lie down quickly, like a patient!" Hermione stood beside the hospital bed, pointing at the bed and said stubbornly, "Don't you think it will embarrass us all if you stand at the door? It's like you are here to visit.

sickness?"

As soon as Maka entered the ward, she didn't even have time to say thank you, but she was a little embarrassed by Hermione's call.

Yes, in principle, he is still a patient now. Although he knows very well that he fainted in the end only because of the overdraft of magic power, not because of any injuries.

I remember that when he woke up from St. Mungo's hospital bed, he was very surprised at why he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries at all the trouble. Because he just fainted and his brain was nothing.

The question, what was the situation before he fainted, stayed in his mind!

At that time...that is, yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and moved directly to the deep mountains and old forests of Albania. It was an inaccessible place, so it was naturally relatively suitable for temporarily placing such terrible items.

After that, he used the remaining magic power to lay out a rune array in the underground palace based on the soul runes, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it was not until he finally started to seal that he realized that

This thing cannot be banned easily.

The power of that ancient mirror is very powerful, and the waves of soul vibrations seem to be endless. No matter how strong the seal is, it is impossible to completely seal it.

It's a pity that in order not to take any more risks, he didn't go to the Ghost Swamp in the United States to observe it. If he had gone to see it, he might be able to get some inspiration from its original sealing method.

In the end, although he temporarily opened the sealing formation, it was hard to say how long it would last. It seemed that before he could find a correct and effective sealing method, he would have to reinforce it again and again.

Of course, future events can be put on hold for the time being. After all, no matter what, this incident can actually be said to have eliminated two major hidden dangers for Maka. Voldemort and Grindelwald were both lying dead, and the happiest thing of course was that

Maka, at least for him, the Bewitching Monument and the broken mirror can be said to be temporarily safe.

Maka, who breathed a huge sigh of relief, reluctantly returned to Hogwarts in a state of depleted magic power and fell into the snow and lost consciousness. If he hadn't made an agreement with Professor McGonagall in advance, he still wouldn't have been able to explain it.

How long will he lie there in the ice and snow?

Not mentioning this, Maka had no choice but to lie back on the hospital bed under Hermione's stubborn persuasion. If I had to say it, he did still have some injuries. It was just the damage caused by excessive retrospection of time, but it was not just lying on the bed.

Can be raised well.

"Maka, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. As soon as Maka lay down, she asked, "Although you can run to the next door, your face looks like this.

But I don’t want to be as good as you show! Look at you, you’ve lost weight..."

"Madam, I'm really fine." Maka shook her head helplessly and said, "Don't I know my own situation? I'm just slightly injured, and it doesn't have much impact."

"I don't think so!" Tonks said disapprovingly, "Tell yourself, when have you ever been in such a mess? You know, it was Voldemort and Grindelwald!"

"Yes!" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly, "The two generations of Dark Lords fell into your hands!"

"If Dumbledore knew, he would definitely be proud of you." Even Lupine couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, they had murmured these words many times in private when Maka was unconscious. At that time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle also made similar comments when they came out to watch.

"Everyone says that you are the Dumbledore of this era!" Neville also said, "This is... this is really amazing!"

But after Maka heard it, she could only smile bitterly to herself.

Although he did have a plan to kill the two Dark Lords in one fell swoop, there was a huge flaw in the process, which caused him a lot of headaches. But to be honest, many times the process may not be easy.

Important, as long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.

Therefore, even if one of the two Dark Lords abandoned his body by himself, and the other was buried by the pit dug by the former, it seems that neither of them has much to do with Maka. But after Maka's hard work

, but all the results belong to him, which is a natural fact.

"I'm not as powerful as you think." Maka shrugged and was just modest.

It doesn't matter to him. Anyway, he spent a lot of energy from the beginning to the end. It doesn't matter if he accepts the credit. Because the truth is difficult to explain clearly. If it can't be explained clearly, it is better not to say it directly.

"Maka, what was the situation? How did you fight with the two Dark Lords..." Fred asked enthusiastically.

"Did you duel with the two of them alone?" George then added the next sentence.

Maka thought for a while and was about to pick out something he could say and tell everyone. By the way, he could also use their mouths to spread his modified version. But he had just spoken a few words when he discovered that he was in the corridor outside.

There seemed to be a wizard who was walking and stopped in front of the ward door.

As the knock on the door rang, a male voice entered the ward from outside.

"Mr. MacLean?"

The voice seemed a little hoarse, but it sounded very magnetic because of it. Although the tone was polite, there was a sharpness in it, and just hearing the voice gave people a tough feeling.

"It's me," Maka recalled for a moment, realizing that she still couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was. It was obviously not an acquaintance. "The door is unlocked, please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party opened the door and walked inside with long and fast steps. Looking at his crisp and neat actions and well-dressed clothes, he must be a powerful and resolute man.

"Are you...Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, you should be called 'Minister' now." Maka took advantage of the situation to be polite, and then continued, "Excuse me, is the Minister of Magic here to ask about yesterday's events?

?"

Mr. Scrimgeour, whose full name is Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new Minister of Magic after Cornelius Fudge's accident.

He has dark brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows like two sharp knives, and a pair of thin-framed glasses with gold rims on the bridge of his nose. There is also a pair of sharp eyes hidden behind the glass. Even though

It was due to injuries on my feet from my past career as an Auror that I inevitably had a slight limp, but I still walked with ease.

This guy used to be the director of the Auror Office, and he has always been very hard-line in his behavior. When it comes to his principles of life, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially in the aspect of eradicating dark wizards. Unfortunately, he

He often disagrees with Dumbledore, after all, their starting points are completely different from the beginning.

When Maka asked the new minister the purpose of his visit, the other party shook his head first.

"Yes, I really want to know first how you solved Voldemort and Grindelwald at the same time. But I came here today because of another thing..." Scrimgeour tensed up.

With a straight face, he put on his businesslike demeanor as always, "But before that, I would like to ask everyone here to step aside for a moment. I need to talk to Mr. MacLean, Mr. Potter, and Weasley...

Let's talk to Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger."

There were obviously several "Mr. Weasleys" squeezed into this ward, so much so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of addressing them, so as not to waste more words due to unclear expressions.

When Maka heard this, she frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then she couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?"

Scrimgeour nodded expressionlessly, but probably because everyone was still in the room, he didn't answer anything in detail.

Maka had some guesses in her mind, and nodded to the others. Lupine and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, and then asked everyone to leave the ward temporarily.

Not long after, the ward that originally seemed quite crowded became spacious again.

When Scrimgeour saw them all going out, he suddenly took out his wand and carefully placed a silencing spell around the room. He was indeed a wizard who was used to being an Auror, but his words and deeds were somewhat similar to the original Moody.

resemblance.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, are you here because Professor Dumbledore left a will?" After the other party finished setting up, Maka asked.

When he asked this, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Did Professor Dumbledore make a will? When was it made? And what does it have to do with them?

"You know?" Scrimgeour glanced at him hesitantly, "How do you know? Albus Dumbledore has never told anyone."

"Well, I guessed it." Maka spread her hands and said, "Because the time is almost up."

"What time?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"How much time can there be?" Hermione suddenly said loudly, "Professor Dumbledore must have left something for us, but you withheld it! If the thirty-one day period had not come, you would not have been prepared to give it to us.

Will they be sent over?"

After Scrimgeour heard this, he glanced at Hermione with an expression unchanged.

"According to Article 13 of the Justified Confiscation of Materials Act, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate illegal items involved in the will." He said, but looked at Maka again, "Of course, if there is no illegality,

If it is an item, the Ministry of Magic will naturally deliver it to the relevant heir within the time limit."