harry potter book of crimes

In this world, there are many things that are both scary and unpleasant.

For example, one day you were squatting on the toilet in your own bathroom, and you happened to be constipated. Just when you were about to try again and give up if it didn't work... a stranger suddenly opened the door to the bathroom.

He tells you calmly that he had a great time today.

At this moment, you may hesitate because you don't know whether you should ask him why he broke into your home first, or whether you should yell and curse first to relieve your constipation hatred.

But fortunately, because you are constipated today, you can probably get full marks on your expression... I mean, if there really is such a damn exam question.

But now, these Mesopotamian wizards all have a somewhat constipated look on their faces.

"Um?"

Maka, who had just appeared out of thin air in the "encirclement" of this group of wizards, first lowered his head to look at the slowly disappearing magic words, and then raised his head to say hello to them.

"You must be the joint delegation of Mesopotamia, right?" He said with some apology on his face, "I'm sorry, our school should inform you in advance... about our surroundings around Hogwarts Castle.

The space was once strengthened by the four founders of the year, and space movement is not feasible..."

Of course, Maka didn't really feel sorry, but these wizards would all be guests after all, and it was always right to be polite to others.

"Oh, that's it...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. In fact, we are too abrupt here..."

The old wizard Bai Sa can be regarded as a mature man. When he saw Maka giving the steps, he immediately reacted.

If the formation array collided with the reinforced space, he didn't know what would happen. But since the young wizard in front of him came over on his own initiative, needless to say, there were obviously some signs at Hogwarts.

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Maka couldn't help but show a friendly smile as he listened to the old wizard walking down the slope quickly. Then, he didn't intend to continue the topic, but turned his attention to the stone pillars around him.

"...Is this...a kind of formation?" He looked at it with interest, ignoring the other male and female wizards who were staring at him, "A formation that can move in space, this

It’s really unheard of... As expected of Mesopotamia, this alchemical heritage is really amazing.”

"Ashamed... Speaking of it, we are just tracing the footprints left by our ancestors..." Old Baisha said kindly, waved his right hand gently, and signaled the juniors around him to move away first, "Sir, you

, was it a door key just now? But... as far as I know, the door key needs to be positioned and cast before it can be used, right?"

Because of Maka's unexpected arrival, old Bai Sa couldn't ignore it. Therefore, even if he didn't recognize Maka's appearance, even if Maka looked particularly young, he had to secretly remind himself that he should pay more attention.

wording.

"I just pushed back the coordinates, you should understand..." Maka looked away from the stone pillar, and then pointed at the formation, "Ah, by the way! I haven't introduced myself yet - my name is Maka

·McClane is the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nice to meet you!"

Even though Old Bosa didn't know much about Maca's appearance, he obviously still heard about Maca's name.

"Are you Mr. MacLean?" There was a hint of surprise on his face at the right time, but he secretly thought that it was indeed the case, "I still have to trouble you to make this extra trip, really... hello, um... we are here

People’s names are often longer, and you may not be able to adapt to them, just call me Bosa.”

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but sigh to herself: Mr. Bosa, I'm afraid you haven't seen the wizards from the African tribes just now. They have really long names.

At least people in your area still only have first names but no surnames, and their names are just the names of their elders and ancestors strung together.

You must know that the wizards from those tribes have inherited their names, surnames and professional titles from generation to generation. As if this is not enough, they have to add some incomprehensible words to express their respect for nature.

"Okay, then..." He put aside the muttering in his heart and looked around again, "Mr. Bosa, the International Federation of Wizards should have sent someone over, right? Is he here?"

When Maka asked, Old Bosa immediately turned his head to look at it, and then pointed it out for him.

…

Maka went to pick them up temporarily, and Professor McGonagall personally came to receive them at Hogwarts. This International Alchemy Competition is very important to the school, and most of the guests from all over the world are important.

, she naturally attaches great importance to it.

And since many outsiders have come to the school in the past two days, the little wizards suddenly have a lot more topics to talk about. Even if they don't have anything to do in the competition then, it is enough to be a good audience, but everyone can't help but feel worried about the atmosphere.

Infected, many students appeared to discuss the content of the competition.

However, just as there are people who are keen on gossip, there are also people who don't care at all.

It's like Hermione and the four of them, because they are struggling with the Horcrux matter, they don't have any feelings about the Alchemy Competition. And like Hufflepuff's Ens Taron, they have been trying to translate the sheepskin every day these days.

Of course, there is no time to pay attention to the ancient characters on the paper.

Well, among these people who don't care, there may be Draco Malfoy. However, let's put his matter aside for now... If I say the most noteworthy thing today, I'm afraid it's Gryffindor.

Alexander is a classmate.

As the only person in Enns who could be called a friend, Alexander had been quite confused about his cheap friend recently.

Alexander certainly still remembered that Enns's attitude towards learning magic spells was even more extreme than his at the time, and he could be said to have been practicing almost every day. However, recently he found that the opponent's practice times were significantly less.

He has made great progress these days thanks to his diligent practice and a moderate amount of lucky chocolate. But what about Enns? Occasionally, he saw him practicing spells a few times, and he could tell at a glance.

The spell of Enns seems to have a tendency to stay put.

He was such an extreme utilitarian at the time, but now he has made no significant progress. Could it be that Enns gave up?

No, at least Alexander believes that this is definitely not the case.

So, Alexander naturally ran to the library to have a look - he wanted to know what changed Enns and made him put down his wand and pick up books and quills instead?

"Enns, do you plan to study ancient magical literature with Professor MacLean in the future?" Alexander asked softly, looking at Enns sitting at the reading table.

He had to lower his voice, otherwise Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was not a vegetarian.

"Huh?" Enns raised his head and glanced at Alexander, and then said vaguely, "I guess..."

Out of caution, he did not bring out the parchment from Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets, but planned to simply try to learn this course on his own. Since the famous Maka was the professor of this course Yes, there is no reason not to give it a try, right?

"Oh, this is really good. In fact, I also want to take this course in my third grade!" Alexander first agreed, then hesitated, "But... what about Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts? You don't Are you planning to practice hard?"

Enns has been looking through the magic word dictionary and jotting down a few strokes on the paper from time to time, which shows that he is serious. At this time, if someone insists on talking to you, it will obviously be very annoying. .

"Of course I have to practice..." He raised his eyes again and said impatiently, "Didn't you see it before?"

"But--"

"But what?" Enns finally couldn't help interrupting Alexander, and said coldly, "You have indeed made great progress recently. I heard that you even made a splash in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... But, do you think this is the case? Are you qualified to preach in front of me?"

"I'm not 'preaching'," Alexander felt a little tight in his chest after being pushed by Enns. However, he had a good temper and quickly suppressed the annoyance in his heart, "Enns, I I just feel a little strange that you have reduced your practice. You know, haven’t we been sparring together before?”

But Enns obviously had no intention of having a serious conversation. Seeing that Alexander was still in a good mood, he just waved his hand like he was swatting away flies.

"You can practice if you want, but we'll talk in a few days... I'll let you understand that your little progress now means nothing to me!" He still said impatiently, "But now - hurry up and leave. !Didn’t you see that I was busy?”

After that, he lowered his head again and looked at the dictionary and compared it with his own notes. As for Alexander, who gradually frowned, he didn't even bother to look at it anymore.

Alexander has a good temper, but he is not the kind of good old man who will take the initiative to give the right cheek to others when someone slaps him on the left cheek. Since Enns said such outrageous things, he undoubtedly does not want to use his own cheek again. I put my hot face on someone else's cold ass.

"Okay!" He curled his lips and said, "I'm just waiting for you to teach me a lesson... But if you can't teach me a lesson, then don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!"

After saying these words, Alexander turned around and headed straight for the door of the library without waiting for Enns to speak again.

"Huh, are you really going to heaven after being praised for a few words?" Enns thought for a while, but then rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Hey, why should I be angry with him? Is it because I haven't slept a little recently, and I have a bad temper? Getting stinkier?”

At least he is self-conscious and knows that he has always been bad-mouthed and bad-tempered. But he knows that it is even harder to make him regret it.

"……who cares!"