harry potter book of crimes

"Ta...ta...ta...ta..."

It was night and cloudy, and even the streets of Hogsmeade outside were equally groggy. And in the corridor on the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar, it was naturally even darker.

As I walked forward step by step, the old wooden floor under my feet also made a creaking sound. Even though I was lighter than an ordinary person, when I stepped on it, there was still an inevitable sound that made my teeth hurt.

.

Wouldn't a sound like this, which seemed to be about to break through the floor at any time, alarm the people in the room at the end of the corridor? You know, it was precisely because there was someone there that he came here.

only……

At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness in the corridor had arrived in front of the door. He turned the doorknob without caring, and the light in the room fell on him, illuminating him.

Most of his body was covered by the light.

Only now can we see clearly that this is a guy covered in a black hooded cloak.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped into the room and closed the door.

This room has a strong sense of unity with the dilapidated Hog's Head Bar - the floor is still creaking, the walls are full of stains accumulated over the years, the tables, chairs, benches, desks, wardrobes, everything is old and worn out.

Even the curtains that were constantly swaying in the night breeze had holes and seams that were unstitched everywhere...

Oh, that's right! The window opposite is wide open, and the wind from outside is pouring into the room unbridled, stirring the air in the room desperately. The year-round wind and snow in Hogsmeade makes it feel like winter all year round.

Opening the windows always makes people shiver from the cold.

But in this "over-ventilated" room, none of the four people showed any discomfort.

No, that is actually not quite accurate. Because except for the black-robed wizard who just came in, the other three people were standing or sitting, but they all maintained a constant posture, without even blinking their eyelids.

However, the man in black robes who just came in from the door of the room did not show any surprise at all. He just looked around and then lifted the big hood on his head.

Just looking at that face, which is still a little immature for a young man, you can understand that there is no doubt that this black-robed wizard is Maka.

"Um...are there just two of us?"

Except for Maka, only one of the other three people in this room was sitting on the edge of the bed, while the other two were standing by the window and in front of the bed respectively.

Maka didn't even cast a glance at the wizard on the bed, as if she had no interest in the guy sitting there at all. He just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.

But at this moment, the man who was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked to Maka's side silently.

In fact, this old wizard is no stranger to him. Look at the distinctively designed butler's clothes and the neatly trimmed white hair. It's not Nico Flamel's old butler Edward.

who?

But Maka just patted the other person on the shoulder and made no other moves. Judging from Maka's habit of "being kind to others", all this seemed unreasonable.

"well-done."

Maka's sudden words suddenly broke the strange atmosphere in the room. And as he suddenly withdrew his right hand that patted Edward's shoulder, the silent old butler actually dwarfed at that moment.

In an instant, it transformed into a huge spider with a ferocious appearance.

Immediately afterwards, the half-human-tall spider quickly began to shrink again, and then neatly rolled over Maka's clothes, crawled into his sleeves, and disappeared.

It sounds like a lot of trouble, but in fact the whole process only takes about ten seconds. Old Edward, who was still sitting in the room, completely disappeared, as if he never existed from the beginning.

But for Maka, this was all part of the plan. After casually taking back the alienated Acromantula disguised by the transformation technique, he took a few steps forward and came to the two still motionless

In front of unknown persons.

In fact, you don’t need to look carefully to understand that there is almost no difference in the attire of these two people. They are both wearing simple robes that seem familiar. But now they are all covered with a layer of gray color, but it is no longer possible to distinguish the original color of the robes.

color.

But it didn't matter, because Maka recognized the other party's identity at a glance - this was undoubtedly the black-robed cultist who had fought against him in the palace in the Iranian magic world.

After returning to Hogwarts that day, he already understood that the old prophet would probably continue to participate in this competition, and the old man's initial target would obviously be Nico Flamel's alchemical legacy-that is, the old man

Edward is the only Flamel butler who appears to know his whereabouts.

Well, maybe after that prophecy, its target added Maka, the so-called "successor of pain".

So, Maka simply took advantage of the trick and got a fake Edward out on the night of the event, and wandered around Hogsmeade for a while.

Sure enough, he immediately trapped the two attackers with one hand, and used the petrification ability of the alienated Acromantula to successfully capture them alive.

"...Now I just hope that Xiaoba and the others won't get lost," Maka clicked on each of the two black-robed cultists in front of her, shrinking them too. "Otherwise, we can only count on

Let’s dig out some information from the minds of these two people.”

After thinking about it like this, he put away both of them, then turned over and crossed the window, directly blending into the gloomy night outside through the window.

…

While Maka was relying on the guidance of the spiders to track her away, most of the young wizards in Hogwarts had returned to the dormitories or common rooms of each house.

And Enns, who was "active" tonight when everyone went to watch the game, was already sitting at the round table in the Hufflepuff basement and doing today's homework.

Unfortunately, today's experience made him completely unable to concentrate, let alone write that boring history of magic thesis.

"call--"

Frowning slightly, Enns threw the quill back into the ink bottle with annoyance in his heart, and let out a low and inaudible sigh.

Logically speaking, it can be said that he escaped from Draco Malfoy, who had absolute strength compared to him, thanks to the lucky chocolate. If the coma spell hadn't been a little off, he would have escaped.

They will be knocked off the broomstick directly, and they may even faint on the spot.

Yes, the sense of crisis that the Fortune Elixir brought to him was so strong that he was unable to think about the possibility of counterattack at that time. Apart from running away as soon as possible, there was probably no other option.

But now, Enns still felt extremely unwilling deep in his heart. He really wanted to know how far he could have gone if he had chosen to resist at that time.

Will it win?

Even if he couldn't get even the slightest possibility, he still couldn't help but think about it. Because there was no doubt that Malfoy was the strongest person he had ever experienced since entering Hogwarts.

people.

Enns's will is obviously extremely strong.

That's why he was able to pass the test left by Salazar Slytherin; that's why he was able to develop the passion and fighting spirit to fight against overwhelming power that was almost impossible to resist.

Therefore, he will——

"...At the moment, it's impossible for me to resist that Malfoy alone," Enns couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "But strength... doesn't just refer to personal ability.

, isn’t having reliable friends also part of strength?”

Just like when Alexander was encouraged to experiment with Neville as a lucky chocolate, although he is similar to the Slytherins in many ways, he does not reject so-called friendship. It is just because of his character that it is difficult for him to give true love.

trust, making it extremely difficult to make friends.

Of course, his bad mouth sometimes often becomes the culprit for the breakdown of friendships, which he is somewhat self-aware of.

"Oops, what I said in the library before seemed a bit too much..." Enns curled his lips for a moment, and then sighed helplessly, "Well... I think I even mentioned sparring at that time.

Things, otherwise..."

He rarely regrets something, and it seems that he will inevitably feel upset this time.

"No, everything else is easy to say. You can never lose in a competition," Enns shook his head resolutely, "Besides, that guy seems to have really improved a lot recently. Even if I don't let him go, maybe he will

Also...no, no, how could I lose to him?"

With this thought, he simply put the matter behind him and stopped thinking about it.

Picking up the quill from the ink bottle again, Enns stared at the parchment in front of him and pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help but raised his head and shouted.

"Hey, which buddy has finished his paper on the history of magic? Lend it to me for a look--"

Even if his self-esteem was as high as Enns's, he could only choose to retreat in a head-to-head confrontation with History of Magic. He had no choice but to sleep throughout the History of Magic class and only listened to the first lesson from beginning to end.

Just the first few words said by Professor Binns.

To be honest, this course is not something that normal students would like to take at all. If it were not a compulsory subject, I am afraid it would set a glorious record of having the smallest number of electives every year.

"Hey, didn't you look down on my homework last night? You can't help it again today..."

Hufflepuff House is always harmonious. Even with the addition of Enns, it will not change the happiness of the little badgers.

In this regard, it was completely different from the current standoff in the Slytherin common room.