harry potter book of crimes

"Harry, Ginny, you all performed well today! Although the Quidditch Cup slipped away, let me tell you, it doesn't really matter..."

"Oh, thank you! I think the one who performed best today was Ginny!"

On the way back to the castle, Maka quickly caught up with Harry and the others, and quite naturally got involved in the conversation between them.

"Yes!" Maka couldn't help but smile when she heard Harry praise Ginny. "Ginny, you did a great job in the competition, and what you said was even more beautiful! Just your performance today.

Wonderful performance, Professor Dumbledore will definitely feel that I did not send Nimbus 2000 to the wrong person!"

"...Well...I will try my best to make it the most dazzling broomstick in Hogwarts!"

Although Ginny spoke so confidently, her cheeks were still a little red, and she obviously couldn't bear the compliments given by everyone in turn. Even though she looked so heroic on the court, that was only when her blood was rushing to her head.

Next, Ginny is usually a very gentle and gentle girl.

After mentioning Dumbledore once, Maka secretly glanced at Harry from the corner of her eye.

"Speaking of Professor Dumbledore..." he asked casually, "Harry, I asked you to read that book carefully that day. Have you read it? Did you gain anything from it?"

"oh--"

As soon as Maka brought the topic here, Harry's mind immediately flashed back to the unexpected situation that happened on the field.

"Um...yeah..." He hesitated a little, obviously his mind has not been completely extracted from that small memory, "I read it, but...it seems to be just a storybook, you know

It's about some of Godric Gryffindor's experiences. It's quite interesting, but in terms of gain... I don't have a clue anyway."

"Really?" Maka looked at Harry's expression and nodded thoughtfully, "Okay...it doesn't matter, if...I mean if - if you think of something, or feel there is something you need.

You told me, remember to come to my office to find me at any time!"

He could feel that Harry did respond to his temptation, but since he didn't say it in front of everyone, it meant that he most likely didn't want to disturb everyone's rhythm with his troubles.

Hermione and others are in good shape recently. While focusing on the O.W.Ls exam, they also regularly take time to strengthen their personal abilities. In addition, now that Harry and Ginny have officially come together again, they are enjoying the sweetness of each other.

At the same time, he probably also developed a desire for protection and a sense of responsibility as a boyfriend.

Because of these considerations, Maka decided to respect Harry's rather weighty choice. After all, after understanding the reason for Harry's situation, he knew that the actual harm was not great.

.As long as Harry continues to increase his Occlumency practice, the matter will naturally be resolved.

"Ah, okay!" Harry nodded immediately, "If I find anything in the book, I will tell you immediately!"

As for the book called "The Golden Griffin from the Wilderness", Maka had actually read it in the ward. In fact, it was just an ordinary story book, with nothing worth paying attention to.

.If I have to say that I can get something from it, I’m afraid it’s just some simple and easy-to-understand educational meanings.

If you want to ask what the educational significance is - the story about Godric is nothing more than the spirit of bravery, fearlessness, and daring to take risks! These are the things that the Sorting Hat picks up and sings every year. It is really fun to listen to.

They are all calloused.

Not long after, a few people followed the other little wizards and returned to the castle while chatting casually.

…

The last game of the Quidditch Cup is finally over. Regardless of whether the result is pleasant or not, it is a thing of the past. At the end of the busy semester, everyone's focus is still on the exams, including which ones have been in the exams.

The same goes for the "heroes" who have been active on the field.

Therefore, in theory, the day of the competition is a day of rest, but most of the little wizards are still studying hard in the library or common room - at least the fifth and seventh graders must be like this.

However, don’t forget that there are still two leisurely guests in Hogwarts Castle right now!

In the afternoon of that day, the Hohenheim brothers and sisters, who had finished their lunch in the auditorium, temporarily said goodbye to Maka, who was going to correct students' homework, and walked leisurely to the lakeside next to the castle.

The weather has been good these past few days, and it is spring again, with bright sunshine and gentle breeze. Looking around the lake, the lake is even more sparkling, as if someone has sprinkled a lot of gold leaves into the lake.

Everything is shining with golden light.

In such a beautiful environment, everything is particularly intoxicating, but there is only one thing that is particularly touching.

"Is this where Mr. Albus Dumbledore is buried?"

At this moment, Sarah was standing in front of the ice coffin that was nearly a person tall. The ice-blue translucent coffin still emitted wisps of cold air in the sunlight, billowing on the green grass.

But what is surprising is that the thing that has solidified into the coffin is obviously some kind of extremely cold ice. Standing close to it only makes people feel a little cool, and even the grass is still growing vigorously nearby.

"I heard from my father that this ice coffin was made by Maka on the spot on the day of the funeral..." The fat man next to his sister said with a surprised look, "Although I have seen it once a few days ago, no matter how many times I see it,

, they are still so beautiful...but how long can this ice cube last?"

The fat man was right. Under the sun, this ice coffin diffused a dazzling light, and it looked sparkling and exceptionally beautiful. And in this ice coffin, Dumbledore's face still maintained the same look as when he was alive.

His appearance has not changed at all, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Sarah ignored the fat man's words. She just stared at the big ice cube with this man embedded in her eyes. After a while, she bowed to Dumbledore and then walked gently to a tree by the lake.

Down.

"Brother Noah, Sarah won't go to Beauxbatons," she said leisurely. "We will go home in a few days and tell my father that I will go to school here starting from the second half of the year."

"Huh?" the fat man said strangely, "When I mentioned it to you last time, didn't you say you didn't want to come to Hogwarts? Why now..."

"That Mr. MacLean is very interesting," little Sarah blinked and said softly, "and he is indeed very powerful. He may know some secrets that others don't know... If possible, I think I will need his help.

I'll clear up some doubts."

"Really?" Fatty suddenly said in surprise, "I think you seem to have always hated him. I thought you didn't want to stay here for a long time!"

"No," Sarah said, "I'm just...a little surprised and a little scared..."

Fatty was not surprised that she gradually stopped calling him by his own name. In fact, when she really got serious, this was how she looked.

But the fat man was particularly surprised by the word "fear" in Sarah's mouth.

"Uh..." he wondered, "Afraid?"

"Yes!" Sarah nodded calmly, "After a trial, I have roughly understood how far away I am from him... The book is right, when the exploration of alchemy and magic reaches the

At a certain depth, many things can be connected - especially spiritual refinement and soul magic."

She said, paused for a moment, and then continued: "I think...compared to some ancient magic texts, his research on the soul has reached an incredible level."

Compared to Sarah, who was already quite good at studying spiritual alchemy, Fatty, who was into material alchemy, could not keep up. But he was still the young master of the Hohenheim family, so he had some understanding of what Sarah was saying.

Of course, understanding is understanding, but he was obviously still confused about the details.

"So... you want to use his research direction to find something for reference?" Fatty asked half-understanding, "If you just want to discuss it with him, I don't think you want to go to Huo Huo.

Gewoz study, right? To borrow a word from my dad—you don’t actually need to go to school, do you?”

"It's not just because of the need for research..." Sarah said, turning back and looking towards Hogwarts Castle, the direction she looked in was where Maka's office was.

The fat man tilted his head and stared at little Sarah, his doubts and curiosity growing in his heart.

"Hey," he suddenly joked, "Dear sister, could it be said that...you have fallen in love with my good brother Maka? If that's the case..."

"Stop saying these boring words." Sarah shook her head slightly, interrupting the fat man's fun.

"Then why?"

However, this time, Sarah turned around and looked at the lake again, pursed her lips and said nothing. Seeing that she didn't speak, the fat man scratched his scalp vigorously, and then shrugged indifferently as if he had given up.

.

"Okay!" he said, "This is your idea, you have the final say! Well... then... in that case, when do you plan to go home?"

"...Let's see in a few days!" Sarah stared at the wonderful lake light, and after a long time she spoke out an answer that was not an answer.

On the other side, Maka, who was still in the office, couldn't see the direction where the two of them were. But he didn't go to observe secretly, but it didn't mean that he didn't know what Sarah said to the fat man on the stand in the morning.

The same thing was noticed.

But because although he felt many secrets in Sarah, there was nothing suspicious about her, so he limited his actions to some temptations.