harry potter book of crimes

"this……"

In that small attic, Maka held a lantern in her hand and turned it around in circles. It can be seen that the four walls of this attic are all carved with extremely dense alchemy.

Symbols. Some of them are connected in series with each other by lines, and some are placed alone in the gaps, which looks extremely complicated.

Looking at these symbols, Maka also had a headache.

He has studied it before. The symbols of alchemy have completely different representation rules from the various ancient magic literature runes he has learned. Compared with the runes of ancient magic literature, the symbols of alchemy have more symbols.

It is a material element with actual meaning, rather than the so-called "meaning" based on subjective spirit as the starting point in ancient magic texts.

In fact, Muggle chemical theory is derived from a branch of alchemy that has developed by leaps and bounds. The two may have more similarities.

"Mr. McLean?" When old Edward saw that Maca didn't speak, and just stared at the four walls, he couldn't help but try to call him.

"Huh?" Maka turned her head subconsciously, "Oh, sorry! I'm a little fascinated... Speaking of which, does Mr. Flamel have to play this little game here every time he enters his laboratory?

"

"Little game?" the old butler said with some confusion, "What do you mean? I only know that when the master usually returns to the laboratory, he will tap the four walls with the wand several times. But the location he taps every time is different.

It’s so similar, I’ve never figured it out.”

"At least for Mr. Flamel, this is just a small game." Maka shrugged, "You should understand - use it to review your basic knowledge of alchemy, just like wizards often use runes.

A combination of text to create a password."

"Oh, so that's it -" Old Edward said thoughtfully, "I have never been very talented in alchemy. It's not like my master has never taught me some basic knowledge, but there are so many things when I start.

Symbols, where can I remember them?”

"This is indeed not easy!" Maka nodded very understandingly.

It's not that he himself can't remember symbols, but because he has already memorized a lot of messy ancient magic texts, and some of the alchemy symbols directly inherited certain ancient characters, which will inevitably make him have specific thoughts.

Meaningfully confusing.

Therefore, he did not bother to memorize the many symbols of alchemy. Because he knew very well that the direction of his research was not the system of alchemy at all, and he had no more energy to spend on it.

But the reason why alchemy is both a branch of wizard development is because these two dissimilar systems have a common research point. In the science of magic, it is called "soul magic"; in the science of alchemy, it is called "soul magic".

Among them, it is defined as a basic element - the soul element.

It can be seen that although these two major systems have completely different developments in terms of material research, they have similarities in spiritual aspects.

"Mr. MacLean, do you have any solution to this... um, this 'little game'?" Old Edward couldn't help but ask.

Maka hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

"I don't know yet...actually I haven't done much research on alchemy," he said, "but it doesn't seem completely hopeless. I think...I have to spend more time on this."

As he spoke, he took out a book and looked at the table above carefully. It can be said that if he interpreted the puzzle on the wall entirely from an alchemical perspective, he would have no solution.

It is a possibility; but if we use some theories of soul magic as a benchmark to directly analyze the puzzle itself, the result is not certain.

Soon, Maka devoted herself to research and stopped talking to the old housekeeper.

…

The whole night was extremely long for Maka, but it was not easy for Harry either. To be precise, he had insomnia!

The sky was already brightening slightly, and Harry felt that he might be the first one in Hogwarts to notice the arrival of dawn, even earlier than Filch, who was in charge of the night watch patrol.

In the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, Harry was lying on his bed with his eyes wide open. His eyeballs were obviously bloodshot, but he just couldn't sleep.

Ever since he learned the Occlumency technique, he has been sleeping very sweetly every day. Unexpectedly, he has suffered from insomnia again today. Compared with when he woke up with the pain of the scar on his forehead, the feeling last night made him even more uncomfortable.

.There was no longer Voldemort in his head, only the figure of the red-haired girl.

"Ha! It's a new day!"

Harry helplessly propped up the bed board and sat up, then hugged his bent knees and started to sleep again. He lay down and sat up countless times that night, but he still couldn't get rid of his thoughts.

The chaos inside.

He still remembered that Ron suddenly sat up inexplicably at night, half-opening his eyes as if sleepwalking, and asked him what he should do when he was forced to tap dance by a big spider. Damn it, how did he know what to do?

At that time, he was feeling very depressed and unbearable, so he casually asked Ron to go directly to discuss something with those spiders. What else could he do? If you don't want to jump, just don't jump!

Unexpectedly, Ron suddenly lay back down and fell asleep again.

Did that guy go to negotiate with the spiders in his dream? Harry didn't know, and he didn't want to know at all, because his head was already occupied by Ginny Weasley.

Is this the feeling of being in love? No, Harry doesn't think it is. It is at best an emotional trouble forced by the situation.

"For Ginny, if you want to say you like her, you must like her, but this is probably not the kind of love between a man and a woman."

Harry thought this way and tried to convince himself in this way to prevent himself from being unable to sleep all night long. But he found that this didn't work. He couldn't sleep at all even if he should not be able to sleep!

He sighed, then lifted the quilt and quickly put on his clothes. As for the glasses, they had been placed on the bridge of his nose before dawn.

After cleaning himself up a bit, Harry walked lightly and quickly left the dormitory. Although he was upset, there was no need to let this chaotic mood affect other classmates, they were all still sleeping.

Woolen cloth!

"ah!"

At the exit from the dormitory to the common room, Harry's footsteps suddenly stopped, but in the next moment, he wanted to slap himself directly.

Yes, he saw that there was someone in the common room who had arrived earlier than him, and it was a girl. However, it was not Ginny as he thought at first reaction, but his

Good friend Hermione!

Oh my god! What's wrong with me? How can I think of Hermione as Ginny?

"Harry?" Hermione heard his soft call and immediately turned around from her chair, "Good morning, uh... what's wrong with you?"

Harry knew that his eyes must be red as if they were bleeding, because he could clearly feel the sourness in them.

"No, it's okay-" He blinked hard and said casually.

"Is it okay that you didn't sleep?" Hermione thought for a while and said, "Oh, is it because of what happened last night? I heard someone said that you rushed to the dormitory like a gust of wind yesterday... Let me guess, it's because

Bumped into Ginny?"

Hermione has always been smart, not to mention that this incident was actually caused by her. It was obvious that her guess was not accurate.

"...Well, that's right."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded feebly. As he spoke, he walked over to Hermione with his eyelids drooping, and sat down casually.

"So that means you went to ask her out and failed?" Hermione said helplessly, "How about I go and create a less abrupt opportunity for you today?"

Harry waved his hands quickly, indicating that he didn't need it. Would that feeling happen again? No, once was enough for him, and he didn't want to try it a second time at all.

When Hermione saw this, she flattened her mouth angrily and glared at Harry.

"Is it that difficult? Don't you think that inviting a girl on a date is an ability that any boy should have?"

"No, I said it yesterday - it's not like this." Harry closed his eyes with a headache, "Okay, okay! I'll try again today, just for the last time -"

"I don't think so!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

"Ginny?" Hermione was surprised at first, then a little apologetically, "Oh, I'm not..."

"No, it's okay, I understand." The visitor was Ginny. I didn't expect her to get up so early today. She seemed to have a tired look on her face, "Hermione, I know you mean well.

But I don't think it's necessary to do that. Who Harry likes is his business, and I don't want to force him to do something for some personal reasons. In that case, he won't be the real Harry."

"Ginny……"

While looking at her, Harry gradually noticed the sincerity in her expression. Just as different people will show different personalities in love, what Ginny showed may be a kind of personality called "

understanding” emotion.

It can be seen that she still likes Harry, but she does not have to be liked by Harry. Rather than chasing after him eagerly, she hopes that Harry can like her of his own will, even if he doesn't in the end

, then Harry is still her favorite Harry in her memory.

"You..." Harry opened his mouth, hesitated a few more times, and then tried to ask, "Do you like me? Uh... you know, I've always been a bit slow."

This was probably his first attempt to understand Ginny's thoughts, because at this moment, he was truly moved by the "understanding" shown by Ginny.