harry potter book of crimes

After the sorting ceremony, the sumptuous welcome dinner also began.

Because another group of new students have arrived, the long tables in each house seem to be more lively than usual, even those Slytherins who are often prudes are no exception.

And now that the ceremony has been completed, those wizards affiliated with the International Federation of Wizards who came from afar naturally no longer have to wait in the side hall. Maka brought those people in and invited them to come in without introducing them to the students.

He sat down at the newly added round table.

Needless to say, these wizards are here to discuss the alchemy competition again. According to the original plan, this world-class competition will be held at Hogwarts in a while. As long as the preparations are sufficient, it will definitely be

An unprecedented alchemical feast.

However, the game may be exciting, but most of the preparations before the game are boring. Instead of going to their table and listening to boring social rhetoric, it is better to focus on the little wizards.

In fact, an inconspicuous secret love drama was taking place right in the middle of the Slytherin table.

This time when school started, Malfoy finally showed up in a low-key manner! However, because he missed a lot of classes and couldn't even take the O.W.Ls exam, he would have to stay in fifth grade for a year this school year.

As for the so-called "secret love", of course it refers to Miss Pansy Parkinson who is often around Malfoy.

"Oh...Draco, I know you must be very disappointed. But it doesn't matter. Everyone understands that with your intelligence, it is completely possible to go directly to the sixth grade..." Pansy sat carefully on Malfoy's right hand,

Not even looking at the delicious food on the table, he just tried every means to comfort the other party, "I'm serious, Draco! In my...our hearts, you will always be the most...well, the most...

awesome!"

Her words were obviously so contrary to her will that even when she said them, she subconsciously glanced guiltily in Maka's direction.

But Malfoy had no feelings for her at all, and he wasn't listening carefully at the moment. He just ate the food on the plate one bite at a time, without saying anything, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It is worth mentioning that now his two stupid followers, Crabbe and Goyle, are no longer hanging around behind him. Because even with the IQ of those two idiots, they also understand that they should behave with their tail between their legs.

importance.

After all, both of their fathers were once loyal Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. But now, those two idiots from the older generation were both captured alive in the final battle when the Order of the Phoenix raided the Death Eaters' lair.

Azkaban.

During the welcoming dinner, which was full of laughter, Malfoy silently finished the food on his plate, then put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium early.

The weather has been quite good recently, with the wind and sunshine during the day and the breeze at night. However, when Malfoy walked in the corridor, it felt like he was in the cold winter. There was infinite hesitation and depression hidden in his heart, and every minute and every second he was constantly

Tortured him non-stop.

Yes, in the end Snape went to check him out and specially prepared a potion for him to suppress dreams while sleeping. Although the potion was expensive and had to be taken regularly and quantitatively every day, it was indeed very effective.

Well, at least he hasn't had nightmares since then.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until the days before school started that he realized that he might not be able to escape.

Although the nightmare did not reappear, an emotion obviously came to his mind. He could even feel it, it was some kind of desire that pointed directly at his heart - some kind of desire for strength, power, and power.

The desire for the adoring gaze of others.

What's more important is that that kind of greed is increasing day by day and affecting him step by step. However, he himself still feels this subtle change clearly, but he still can't refuse the relationship with **

The strange power that grows simultaneously.

He knew that he might be able to use that dark energy now, but he never dared to use it even once. He was worried that once he used it, he would no longer be himself.

Unknowingly, Malfoy suddenly found that he had arrived at the top of the Astronomy Tower in a trance. This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle. Standing by the railing, the night wind in the sky was surprisingly strong, and a gust of wind blew out.

The battlefield made his coat rustle.

Looking around, there are shadows in the distance, all of which are the mountains that are swallowed up in the night. When you raise your head, the stars are shining with a different kind of brilliance, as if you can reach out and touch them.

This was originally a beautiful scene, but in Malfoy's eyes at this moment, it looked so manic and unsettling.

"hiss……"

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then punched the stone railing. The pain in his hand distracted him somewhat, but it was only enough to calm his tired heart.

"Strength... Ridiculous power..." Malfoy leaned on the railing with his elbows, lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, "Even if I could have this power, would I still be able to defeat McClane? As strong as Voldemort -

—”

That's what he said, but wasn't he the one who had the fantasy from beginning to end? Otherwise, if Maka bowed his head and gave an explanation, with the ability shown by Maka, maybe this trouble would have left him long ago.

Gone far away.

"boom!"

He hit the railing again, and there was a roar that was deliberately suppressed. The unwillingness contained in the roar was obvious.

…

"...Okay, this is our Hufflepuff common room. You can do homework here, read books, chat, eat snacks, play wizard war chess, etc... No matter what you want to do, you can always come here.

It’s unmistakable. Yes, I still remember that it was here that our Professor MacLean created the Wizarding War chess—here, on that table by the window!”

The dinner was over. As usual, the prefects led the freshmen of their respective houses back to the common room and introduced them to how to enter and exit in the future. At the moment, Enns, who was assigned to Hufflepuff House, was looking around the circular room.

, bursts of fragmentary explanations from the seniors came to my ears.

In Hufflepuff, the most worthy thing to tell the new students is Maka's glorious history. Just imagine, what could be more topical than a former classmate who is now a world-class celebrity?

"Oh...are you talking about that particularly young gentleman? Is he really our professor?" After hearing the senior mentioning Maka, a small girl immediately asked.

"Yes, that's right!"

That senior is actually Maka's former roommate Ernie. Since he became a prefect last year, he has become a bit more like a leader. What makes him most proud now is of course Maka's good friend.

My younger classmates were full of pride when they talked about it.

"He teaches ancient magical literature..." Ernie said cheerfully, "Did you know? Our class took an important exam last year. We reviewed for it for a long time, and it was still very difficult! But guess what?

What's the matter? Those guys who took the magic literature elective actually all got good grades or above, and most of them were excellent!"

Having said this, he looked around exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "...you know, in Maka...oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a very good relationship with him...

…I mean, before Professor MacLean was in charge of Magical Literature, not only were there few people who chose this course… Even if they were chosen, less than half of them would pass!”

"Oh! This sounds really awesome..." The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Of course he is awesome!" Ernie said excitedly, "Perhaps many of you have heard of it, but I will tell you the most real side from the perspective of a person who has experienced it myself - do you know the Dark Lord?"

"I know!" There are very few children who come from wizarding families who don't know this. What's more, there has been a lot of turmoil some time ago. Even if they are still young, they have already heard about it from their elders. "It must be Voldemort! Listen to my uncle.

, no one dared to mention his name before!"

"No, it's not just that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord doesn't just refer to one person... Yes, there are many people who know Voldemort now, but many older people still remember that before Voldemort,

There is a first-generation Dark Lord! I think back then..."

His words "think about those days" were equivalent to holding a personal lecture. Not only did he compile the information he found into stories and tell them to the freshmen, he also made up some stories that did not belong to Greenwald at all.

When the "dark history" came out, these little guys were horrified to hear it.

In the end, he paused deliberately and refused to continue speaking until he had whetted everyone's appetite.

"...Think about it, what would happen if the two generations of Dark Lords got together?" Ernie said, slamming the table and frightening the freshmen, "Does that need to be said?

That is death! It is destruction! It is ruins and blood everywhere!”

"That's really scary..." At this point, he swallowed, creating a subtle sense of tension. "But no one expected that when Maka protected all the teachers and students in the school and returned to the castle,

, he actually stayed outside alone like that!"

"and after?"

The voice of this inquiry was much calmer than that of the previous freshmen, but the tone was still raised a lot because of the desire to know - that was when Enns turned around and spoke.

"Later?" Ernie grinned, "When the door to the castle was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found Maka lying at the door. Except for her face being a little pale, even the wizard's robe was intact. And that

The two powerful Dark Lords have all fallen into the snow without breathing!"