harry potter book of crimes

Amid everyone's eager anticipation, Halloween has finally arrived.

Harry was regretting that he should not have agreed so hastily to attend the death anniversary party.

Other students in the school happily participated in the Halloween party, and the auditorium was decorated with live bats as usual.

The huge pumpkins grown by Hagrid were carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit inside. People also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

"Hermione, are you going to the death anniversary party?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, but her attention was obviously not here.

When it was seven o'clock, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked straight through the doorway, which led to the crowded Great Hall. The place was decorated with lights, candlelight shined, and gold plates were placed on the table, which was very attractive.

Harry looked at the luxurious scene and sighed secretly with regret, and they still walked towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to the venue where the Death Anniversary Party was held was also lit with candles, but it did not look cheerful at all.

Those were all dark, thin little candles that glowed with a faint blue light when they burned. Even when they shone on their three vital faces, they looked a bit eerie.

The temperature dropped with every step, and Harry shivered and pulled his clothes tighter around himself.

At this time, he heard a sound, like a thousand fingernails scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

"That's called music?" Ron complained in a low voice.

They turned a corner and saw an almost headless Nick standing at the door of a large room, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends," he said with inexplicable sadness, "Welcome, welcome... I'm so happy that you can come..."

Looking at the hundreds of milky white, translucent ghosts in the room, and the terrifying and trembling dance sounds made by thirty musical saws, it was like a nightmare.

No matter what, this is the worst Halloween Harry and I have ever had.

And most importantly, it's extremely cold here!

But even if the Halloween trio of the little lion trio was so miserable, at least there were still a lot of "people" accompanying them! Relatively speaking, the dull loneliness over Maka was really a bit unbearable - although he himself was not at all

Don't care.

At this moment, he was conducting some strange experiments alone in the Room of Requirement.

"...The effect of the rule runes is indeed very powerful."

He is still writing regular runes with a quill pen. Although there is no progress in application, the current results are already very significant in terms of the number of analysis.

What satisfied him even more was the superficial application of abilities he experienced when he was in Alani's body.

After some research by Maka, he found that those blessing abilities were not even rules, but just a prototype of magic, but they also benefited him a lot.

He finally understood why Godric Gryffindor was known as the most accomplished dueling master at that time.

When a wizard masters a large amount of magic that improves physical skills, actual combat will be greatly improved. Because of this, magical achievements are definitely not as good as Ravenclaw, or even worse than Slytherin.

Lanffindor is the most powerful of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Of course, there may be more reasons than these, but according to Maka's research and attempts, this is definitely one of the reasons. It is not even known that Gryffindor himself was born a knight.

After jumping up and down again and again and trying to cast spells, Maka finished her research and rested for a while in the Room of Requirement, then left and walked slowly towards the dormitory.

The corridor was quiet except for the sound of rain outside, which made people feel a little uneasy.

It's always like this during holidays. When everyone gathers together, it means that other places are much empty.

"Willie?"

After passing a corner, Maca saw Willy Blois standing by the corridor window.

"..." Willy turned her head and looked at him silently.

"What's wrong, why don't you go to the hall?" Maka tried to make her expression less stiff, but even so, it was just a waste of effort.

"You have changed." Willy whispered.

After Luna, another person said this.

Although Maka himself knows that his changes are so obvious. Even if he has kept a low profile enough, people who have had close contact with him in the past will always detect some clues on him.

And these two girls, Luna Lovegood and Willy Blois, are the two most sensitive of these people. Well, maybe we can add Hermione Granger to them.

After some introspection, he paused, no longer forcing himself to express his expression, and then shook his head slightly.

"Maybe, but I'm still me." He said calmly.

Willy turned around and looked at him carefully. Her tone was equally calm, but the feeling it gave people was completely different from Maka's indifference.

"...The old you was better." She looked into Maka's eyes and said seriously.

After saying that, Willie turned and left as decisively as she did in the library that day.

"Even if there is no emotional connection, I still can't read her thoughts." Maka couldn't help but think as she looked at Willy's retreating back quietly.

The sound of rain still continued outside the window, and Maka stood there looking out the window for a while before walking to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.

When he reached a corner on the third floor, he stopped.

Just on the other side of the corner, a huge snake was swimming in the corridor, and near its head, a petite figure was drawing something on the wall.

"Ginny Weasley." Maka turned sideways, stared at the little figure with sharp eyes, and murmured silently.

"The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!"

The large characters, one foot high, were still vaguely visible in the dim light of the torches.

Finally, Ginny hung a petrified cat on the torch hook next to the line - it was the caretaker Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. And not far away, a door

It is open and looks like a bathroom.

Maka watched all this quietly, thinking secretly in her heart.

Suddenly, a burst of busy footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. The giant snake moved upon hearing the sound and scurried into the bathroom. Ginny followed and closed the door.

A sign reading "Out of Order" swayed slightly on the door, seeming to deny entry to others.

"...Harry, what on earth is going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat off his face, "I didn't hear anything?"

"But I did hear it! The voice was saying..."

Hermione, who was running ahead, suddenly gasped and pointed down the corridor.

"look!"

Obviously, she saw the writing on the wall - such large writing, it would be unusual not to be able to see it.

"What is that thing... hanging down there?" Ron said, his voice trembling.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped: there was a large puddle of water on the ground. Hermione grabbed his clothes to prevent him from falling.

The two of them approached the slogan little by little, staring intently at the black shadow below. They both saw clearly what it was at the same time, and jumped back in fright, causing a splash of water.

But Ron was staring straight at the corner not far from here, as if there was something there that concerned him.

The three people had their own thoughts and stood there motionless for several seconds.

"Should...should...try to be rescued?" Harry stammered.

"Huh? What - ah!" Ron suddenly turned around and was startled by Mrs. Norris on the hook.

"What are you doing! Didn't you just see it?" Hermione said loudly.

"No, um, I just saw-" Ron opened his mouth, but swallowed the words when he reached his mouth.

Just when Hermione was wondering, a low noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the Halloween party had just ended.

From both ends of the corridor where they were, there was the sound of hundreds of feet climbing up the stairs, as well as the cheerful chatter and laughter of people after they had had their fill of tea and food. Then, students crowded into the corridor from both ends.

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They were surrounded.

When the people in front saw the upside-down cat, the bustling and chirping sounds suddenly disappeared. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students suddenly became quiet and crowded forward.

Come and see this horrific scene.

In the midst of an uncomfortable silence, someone spoke.

"Those who are enemies of the heir, beware! You are next, Mudblood!" That was Draco Malfoy speaking loudly.

He had already pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes became vivid, and his usually bloodless face was now glowing with a trace of red. It was obvious that he was particularly happy with the current situation.

He looked at the stiff cat hanging there, with an undisguised grin on his face.

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was obviously attracted by Malfoy's shouts. He squeezed through the crowd with his shoulders. Then, he saw Mrs. Norris.

Filch stumbled back a few steps, grabbing his face with his hands in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" he screamed and muttered, staring at Harry fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Filch!"

Dumbledore and other professors arrived. In the blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron and Hermione and took Mrs. Norris off the torch hook.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

Lockhart hurriedly pushed forward and invited Dumbledore to his office.

"My office is closest to here, just upstairs..."

The students silently divided to both sides, allowing them to pass through.

In Lockhart's office, Dumbledore bent over and looked carefully, poking here and touching there. Lockhart pretended to know a lot and kept saying something here and there.

Some bad ideas.

"It's not dead, Filch," Dumbledore said after checking it, "it's petrified...but how, I don't know."

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face towards Harry.

Snape looked at everything in front of him from the shadows, and seemed to feel a sense of schadenfreude. As far as he was concerned, Harry's misfortune could be directly converted into his happiness, with a conversion rate of more than 200%.

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