harry potter book of crimes

"The activation of material elements... to a certain extent, can actually be classified into the research category of 'giving life to dead things'. From this point of view, it is understandable that the old African witch is doing

It’s about that.”

While the players were concentrating on advancing the game, Maka sat on the sidelines and couldn't help but start thinking.

He really can't say that he understands alchemy, but after conducting many in-depth studies in other fields of magical knowledge, there will always be some inferences.

Therefore, when he could not understand the combination of various materials in the crucible at first, he inadvertently remembered a special magic that was somewhat similar to the old witch's method.

In fact, it is a very dangerous black magic. If it succeeds, it can create a powerful body.

Maka vaguely remembered that that kind of magic had two completely different parts.

The first part is the field of potions, which requires the user to collect "bones of blood relatives", "flesh of servants", "blood of enemies", and a lot of auxiliary preparation materials; while the second part is the science of magic.

Step by step, while placing materials into the crucible one by one, recite the incantation accurately, and finally the caster jumps into the crucible to complete the transfer of the soul.

If he hadn't suddenly gotten involved in Voldemort's incident and captured his hatred brilliantly, Voldemort would have been resurrected with this dark magic, right?

And now, Maca could feel that the old witch from the African delegation seemed to be using some similar method.

"Fortunately, the materials she used were generally high-end materials, and she did not use materials that were more effective but would obviously violate international laws."

Obviously, the magic fluctuations that Maka sensed from the old witch's crucible caught his attention precisely because there was a specious aura of black magic exuding there.

"If you say so——"

Since the old witch was basically not violating the rules, looking at it from another angle, it also showed that the other party actually did not want to cause trouble in this competition. Therefore, Maka quickly turned her attention

Then he moved in front of the tuxedo wizard.

Previously, he sensed some sense of disharmony near these two people at the same time. Now that he understood the situation on the old African witch's side, he naturally had to look at the specific situation on the other side.

At this moment, the handsome wizard in a tuxedo is still the same as before, leaning on the stone slab and carving out his alchemy array unhurriedly. As expected, he is the 12th player who has the least sense of change.

The first among the finalists.

"I haven't even finished drawing the alchemy diagram, so what was that moment..."

The distance from Maka to the alchemy workbench of the players on the field is not far, so he can clearly sense the magic power fluctuations near the opponent. And no matter what magic discipline it is, it is related to various magic forms.

There is no way to escape the connection. Even if it is alchemy, he can detect something from the fluctuation of magic power.

Of course, whether it can be analyzed and understood correctly is another question.

"Oh, here it comes again!" Just as Maka concentrated on waiting for a moment, the feeling he had briefly captured before flashed slightly from the vicinity again, "That strange sense of vibrancy——

Although I don’t know what it is yet, it should be something completely different from the old witch’s…”

Although it's hard to describe, if I had to make a comparison, it might be feelings like "light and darkness", "positive and negative", "pain and joy".

But there is no doubt that what those two are doing is definitely more exciting than the other players. Because Maka has indeed sensed something... something that can be related to "life"

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"Whether it's the taboo black magic or the ordinary spells that everyone can't do without every day, there is no distinction between superior and inferior in essence...?"

After carefully understanding the alchemy of the two parties, Maka couldn't help but shook her head slightly.

"But no matter what, the old witch from the African delegation will probably lose some of the 'emotional points' of the jury and the audience," he said thoughtfully, "Well, there is also the one from the Egyptian delegation.

The same goes for players."

Even almost everyone in the global magic world knows that many wizards in the Egyptian magic world like to play with coffins, mummies and other ghostly things, but watching the coffin boards jump and jump on the sidelines of the competition, it is always unavoidable to feel uncomfortable.

But overall, Maka thinks this final is quite interesting. Every change in the field makes the audience curious. Although it is not as exciting as Quidditch, it is still exciting.

A different kind of excitement.

The inexplicable uneasiness she felt at the beginning of today's game has slowly faded away, and Maka is ready to appreciate the next change in the game.

The sun was already approaching directly above everyone's heads, and the house elves running errands and delivering lunch and drinks to the audience gradually began to get busy.

At this moment, Maka suddenly turned around and looked at the aisle behind the VIP seats.

"Professor MacLean——"

Not long after he turned around, a familiar figure immediately walked out of the aisle and walked directly towards him.

"Alexander?" As soon as Maka saw the other person, she quickly called out his name, "What's wrong? Do you want to see me if you need anything?"

"Uh, yes..." Alexander hurriedly said, "Well...he is really missing? Professor, do you know where he is?"

"It sounds like you have a good relationship with him?" Maka looked at him and said, "But if you really care about him, I think it would be better for you to ask Professor McGonagall. From my side - you also see

Here we are, I won’t be able to leave for a while.”

"Oh fine--"

Hearing Maka's answer, Alexander was obviously a little disappointed.

"Actually, I've already been to Professor McGonagall's place, but I still feel that if it were you, you would definitely know about Enns' current situation..."

"Sorry," Maka saw this and couldn't help but reached out and pressed Alexander's shoulder, "From your words, I can hear your concern for Ens Tavon - don't worry, wait until this game is over.

, I will also help find someone as soon as possible."

In fact, Maca doesn't care much about the specific winner of the event, but after the winner is decided, the old butler Edward will appear on the stage together with Madame Maxime, and timely make public the important events that have been prepared for a long time.

And that was the only reason why he had to stay here.

If it weren't for this, like if a student suddenly disappeared, he would naturally join the search team for the missing student without hesitation.

"Okay, if you are really worried, you can go back to the castle and continue searching. You know, even every principal of our Hogwarts castle dare not say that he knows everything..." Maka

He comforted him and said, "Maybe you will find some clues that no one else has discovered yet?"

After saying that, Maka patted Alexander's arm, and was about to say some words of encouragement. But the next second, his expression suddenly froze, and he stopped what he was doing as if he suddenly noticed something.

"Well, that's it, you go back first!"

He just finished speaking to Alexander, then turned around and whispered a few instructions to Scrimgeour next to him. Then, regardless of the Minister of Magic's unprepared obstruction, he immediately passed by Alexander who had not yet left.

After passing by, he hurriedly walked towards the exit of the arena.

"Eh--"

Probably because he heard something incredible from Maka's mouth, Scrimgeour stood up halfway with a face full of surprise, but finally sat back helplessly. After a while, he felt that he could no longer stand up.

After sitting down like this, he hurriedly got up and left.

Only Alexander, because he had no idea what happened, was still standing there blankly. He only knew that when Maka passed by him, the expression on her face was unexpectedly serious.

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"Someone touched the protective magic I left in Albania, but... who was it?"

As Maka ran towards the school gate, she frowned and thought quickly.

Because it was a very important place to him, of course he would place reliable magic around it to prevent others from breaking in intentionally or unintentionally.

However, in that uninhabited deep mountain and old forest, generally speaking, no one would go for a wander. Even if there were, it would only be people who approached accidentally.

And that kind of person should be affected by the outermost interference magic before coming into contact with the protective magic he left behind, and unconsciously move away from the location of the entrance.

If the "Muggle Expelling Curse" works on Muggles, then the objects it leaves behind to interfere with the effects of magic are most creatures, including wizards.

That place is not good, and it is not a place where living creatures can approach it at will.

However, even the magic he set up is not omnipotent. Therefore, if one layer is not enough, use two layers, and if it does not work, use three layers. After the interference magic, there is the protective magic with warning effect. Now it seems that it is definitely not him

It's a waste of effort.

Just when Maka ran out of the school gate and was about to use the portkey to reach the ancient entrance temple in one fell swoop, he suddenly thought of a possibility——

"There are not many ways to know that location... As far as I know, apart from me and Voldemort, the only one left is the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Could it be... that it was Enns Tavon who suddenly disappeared?"

Maka thought this, but quickly denied her guess.

"No, although the magic spell I used to seal the inner chamber was just a conventional modern spell, it cannot be broken by just anyone."

The next moment, with the expansion and contraction of space, he disappeared on the spot in the blink of an eye.