harry potter book of crimes

When Scrimgeour was visiting the Prime Minister's Office, he wanted to inoculate the Muggle Prime Minister against the large number of wizards entering the country due to the tournament in the second half of the year, so as to be completely prepared. Just 4.5 miles east of the Prime Minister's Office, there was a terrible explosion.

Scared everyone along the River Tame.

Yes, even Maka, who happened to be heading to the next Muggle family along the River Tame, was startled by the loud noise.

Let's just say that during the period when the Death Eaters had not surrendered, explosions and the like were commonplace, but what is going on now? Just look at the fire and smoke in the distance.

The scale of the explosion is really not a small matter!

Maka stood there and just thought about it for a moment, then cast a phantom spell on herself to hide her body, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging from the location, the place where the billowing smoke was coming was Canary Wharf in the middle of the River Tame. When Maka got closer, she immediately heard a mixture of screams and wails.

, poured into his ears from afar.

"That's...a shopping mall?"

Just outside the Churchill Square shopping mall, several pieces of wreckage whose original contents were no longer clear were scattered around the square, leaving a black scorch mark on the severely damaged ground.

Nearby, the panicked Muggle crowd squeezed out as hard as they could, screaming and screaming one after another.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was too close to the door of the shopping mall, not only were the doors filled with flying masonry fragments, but even the window glass on the second and even third floors were shattered.

On the ground there, people lying and moaning could be seen almost everywhere, and some were even motionless, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The bloodstains, dust, smoke and ruins of the city were all devastated at first glance, and it looked like a picture depicting hell on earth.

Maka had just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings. When he saw how miserable the scene was, he immediately hesitated.

He didn't feel any residual traces of magic here - logically speaking, if this was caused by magic, the fluctuations in magic left by the explosion must be quite obvious. From this, it can be seen that this explosion should not be caused by a wizard

, but a purely Muggle incident.

In terms of the magical world's emergency response principles for the Muggle world, he should not intervene now. Whether it is to save people with good intentions or to take advantage of the situation, it is not allowed. Of course, even if he doesn't care about those individuals in the Ministry of Magic,

Constraints, but he also understands that if you choose to intervene in an incident of this scale, the final finishing work will not be simple.

"Um?"

While he was hesitating, he suddenly frowned slightly, and his deep eyes were cast directly behind the black debris near the center of the explosion. There, he vaguely sensed a very slight residual magic wave.

Yes, it seems... there doesn't seem to be any trace of magic here!

If this was actually related to wizards, then he didn't need to worry so much. Maka was just startled for a moment, and immediately flew down there quickly.

When Maka crossed over the black wreckage that was blown beyond recognition and landed gently not far away, a group of corpses that were also blown up and indistinguishable like the wreckage were hunched over, facing the opposite direction of the explosion.

Crouched on the ground.

It can be seen from the traces on the ground that there should have been some obstacles behind the body to resist damage, but they were completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small patch of lonely gray on the ground.

.

"this--"

Maka couldn't help but frown even more when he took a closer look. Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground clearly, he also uttered a very rare curse word.

With just a wave of his hand, he left a curse that disturbed his vision in this small area. He quickly took two steps and rushed to the corpse. There was definitely no way this man could be saved, even a wizard who claimed to be able to quickly heal any trauma.

, and it is impossible to revive someone who is already dead.

But what Maka is concerned about at this moment is the other life hidden in this man's arms.

The corpse's body had long been mutilated by the explosion, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, not to mention the miserable appearance on its body. But Maka didn't care that the dripping flesh and blood had stained her own body.

His clothes and hands quickly pulled away the corpse.

This was a little boy who must have been in his early ten years at most. His body was covered with dust and blood. Maka gave him a quick check and found that there was nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is that really the case?"

The child was still in a deep coma, with a very subtle fluctuation of magic power beating in his body. It seemed that he had fallen into a coma due to mental overdraft. But there were no wounds on his body, not even the exposed arms and ankles.

It was intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the corpse that was protecting him.

I have to say, this is really an indescribable coincidence.

Maka himself was in a car accident when his magic went wild. It wasn't until Dumbledore told him that he could learn the truth; but this child also got the same magic power as Maka in an explosion.

's experience.

It was also a vicious accident, also without my knowledge, and even the same...

Maka casually cast another medical spell to check the physical condition, targeting the body he pushed away - it was indeed a woman.

"...Luck and misfortune can sometimes be the same thing, right?"

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of his mother; the so-called luck is his own survival. Life is precious, and pity should be placed more on those who are still alive - this is Dumbledore's life perception.

After quietly returning the unharmed boy to his mother's arms, Maka, who had restored the scene, still remained invisible and stayed away from the place. In order to prevent the Muggle police from noticing anything unusual, he also made special adjustments

She moved the child's mother's posture and completely protected the boy in her arms.

There are still some unreasonable things, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked over there, the sound of sirens already ringing in his ears, but he did not leave here immediately.

This was undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world. The dark wreckage at the center of the explosion looked a bit like the chassis of some large vehicle. Maka couldn't help but guess that this might be a man-made car bomb①.

However, in this typical Muggle disaster, a small sprout of the magical world was mixed in, and the meaning in it inevitably made Maka feel deeply.

As for the truth of this incident...

"In the future...should I tell this unnecessary fact to this boy?"

When Dumbledore told the truth from his own mouth, Maka only cared about her complicated mood, but had no time to think about Dumbledore's mood. Now it was his turn, and he finally realized the unspeakable feeling.

of hesitation.

People often understand that experiencing misery requires courage; but they usually don't know that sometimes speaking about misery also requires real courage.

Not long after, the police and ambulance rushed to the scene, busily pulling up the isolation tape, and seizing the time to rescue those who were seriously injured but could not be revived in time. For a while, the place fell into another kind of chaos mixed with order.

In chaos.

Just as Maka stood under the shade of a tree across the square, looking at the chaos on the other side and pondering, he discovered a more obvious wave of magic power entering his sensing range from behind.

When he looked back, he found that the source of the magic wave was actually an acquaintance.

"Isn't this the Minister?" Maka raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why did he appear here... Oh? Ah!"

Appearing in the shadow of the building not far away is none other than the Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour. But he is not alone today, but is accompanied by a Muggle man with white hair and glasses.

Although the man in a suit and leather tie looks very impressive, even if you ignore his pale hair, it is difficult to tell that he is actually very old. But he is a Muggle after all - when Maka first

When the magic wave was sensed, this old gentleman who looked a little familiar was not there.

Maka thought about it and simply walked over.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Maka appeared at the side and casually greeted Mr. Minister, but frightened the old gentleman so much that his shoulders jumped.

"Is it Mr. McClane?" When Scrimgeour saw it was Maca, a hard smile immediately appeared on his face, although it was actually better not to smile at all. "Were you nearby when the explosion occurred? Did you find anything?"

As expected of a wizard who climbed up the ranks from the head of the Auror Office, he habitually wants to ask about the case when he sees it happen.

"Yes! I was walking along the banks of the Tame River just now - some small work in school," Maka explained briefly, "...as soon as I heard the explosion, I followed the light of the fire. Look,

It was probably the remains of a car chassis, and I think it was a premeditated bombing...of course, from the Muggle side."

"It must be that damn 'IRA' again..." The old man beside him complained in a low voice. He probably thought his voice was soft enough, but Maca and Scrimgeour heard them all.

Of course, it doesn't matter what they hear, they don't care about the disputes between Muggles.

"Oh, is this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maka suddenly realized, "This is a rare big shot - the Prime Minister. I'm glad to see you."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to him.