harry potter book of crimes

This international alchemy competition has finally come to an end - at least it seems so, and the huge arena has become empty as the audience gradually leaves.

Outside the venue, the temporary market, which was originally planned to last until late at night, has also begun to pack up and prepare for removal in advance.

Now that Maka had said that, Professor McGonagall, who knew he would never joke about such a thing, was very decisive and informed her before she brought the old butler into the arena.

Fortunately, although this request to close the stall early is somewhat hasty, the sun has not set yet.

Therefore, the spectators can either return home today in a good mood after watching the game, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts to ponder the major events after the game all night, and then feel calm tomorrow.

and return to daily life.

It can be said that this leaves them with plenty of room for choice.

"Mr. Lemay, you deserve the greatest credit for the successful conclusion of today's game. Please be careful on the way back. Although you are using a door key, there is still a short distance to go after you arrive..."

At this time, at the school gate, Professor McGonagall was smiling and saying goodbye to the old housekeeper. Naturally, the old housekeeper was accompanied by the surprisingly tall Mrs. Maxim.

However, Fu Rong, who had come with them originally, was nowhere to be seen.

"You're too polite, Ms. McGonagall." Old Edward nodded gently and said, "I'm just doing things for my master. It was like this before and it will be like this in the future. As for the safety on the way back, it depends on Maxi

Mrs. Mu, please work harder..."

As he spoke, he raised his head and smiled at the large lady beside him to express his sincere gratitude.

While the two sides were having a pre-departure conversation, in a small forest outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, were looking far away in the direction of the door, peeping out all the time.

Behind the two of them, there seemed to be more figures, but they were all hidden in the woods deeper behind. It was difficult to tell how many people there were without looking carefully.

"Ancestor, haven't you always allowed us to do anything at Hogwarts? Why now-"

The tall wizard seemed to be unable to bear his doubts, so he couldn't help but ask. Judging from his unscrupulous speaking volume, it was clear that they must have placed a silencing spell near the forest.

"Moreover, ancestor, you have already won the championship."

Obviously, the other figure is the old witch who refined the synthetic beast. At this moment, they are gathering here to peek from a distance. It is obviously due to some plan of hers.

"Before was before, and now is now," the old witch stared at the old housekeeper and replied casually, "If it is really me who gets the championship reward, then forget it, after all, the one named 'Ma'

Carl McClain's boy is definitely not someone to be trifled with."

As she finished speaking, she paused briefly and then narrowed her eyes.

"But..." she said, "If I clearly win the championship, but I may not receive the highest share of rewards, then I have to rely on my own strength to 'fight' for it."

After saying that, the old witch snorted softly, and the sharpness in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had already made plans to rob him after hearing about Dumbledore's death.

But after arriving here, the strength she felt from Maka made her immediately cancel most of her preparations.

However, eliminating most of them does not mean giving up completely. If she cannot win the championship, or if she wins the championship but may not get the majority of the profits, she will restart her original robbery plan.

And when she discovered again and again that old Edward's eyes seemed to be always glancing at that unknown individual alchemist, she decided that she could no longer be conservative.

Nowadays, she is very old, and the elixir of life refined by using the magic stone is the best solution for her to extend her life.

She doesn't want to die, not at all!

"Ancestor, please give your orders! How should we do it?"

While the old witch was looking intently into the distance, the junior tribesman next to her immediately rubbed his hands, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

After the old witch gets what she wants, the benefits will naturally be great.

Given the reputation and power of this "ancestor" among the major African tribes, once the time comes to compete for the tribe leader, just one word from the old witch can gain a group of supporters!

While the two were having a brief conversation back and forth, the parting conversation at the school gate finally came to an end.

They could see that Professor McGonagall had turned around and walked back, while Edward Sr. and Mrs. Maxim walked a short distance along the bridleway, and then the latter suddenly took out a worn-out cowboy hat.

"Ancestors, they are——"

The wizard who didn't know much about the European magic world was somewhat puzzled, but no matter what, he could still tell that it was a hat.

"Don't you remember? We were also sent here in this way," the old witch's hand holding the skull staff tightened immediately, "but we were using a wooden barrel at that time."

"ah?"

Hearing what the old witch said, the African wizard suddenly became anxious.

"Ancestor, then... I, I will lead the clansmen to rush through - wow!"

As he spoke, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch hit him hard on the elbow with the skull staff, causing him to drop his arm in pain.

"Don't move around without my order," the old witch still looked at the movement over there, without even turning her eyes. "...That Edward Flamel is simply a fake. This

The show is just for idiots like you!"

Before he finished speaking, a space contraction suddenly occurred on the far side of the road, and Madame Maxime and Edward completely disappeared there in the blink of an eye.

"That guy's soul is not consistent with Edward Flamel himself."

After watching the two people leave, the old witch looked at the dim sunset in the west and murmured to herself casually:

"So, the real Butler Flamel...maybe he is in Hogwarts Castle?"

…

While someone with evil intentions was planning his next move, most of the young wizards at Hogwarts were sighing.

The competition is over, which means that the weekend has quietly slipped away from your fingers without even realizing it, and tomorrow it’s time to go back to the life-and-death study life.

Of course, a group of students who had not completed their homework were so depressed that several fifth- and seventh-grade candidates who were waiting for exams went to the school hospital to get sedatives.

During school, students all look forward to some activities to change their boring life. However, after enjoying the activities, they often feel troubled by their temporary indulgence.

Life usually progresses through regret and disenchantment, right?

"Of course not!" Hermione pointed at Ron's nose and scolded in a low voice, "If you could be more diligent, you wouldn't have to complain all the time afterwards!"

Naturally, she couldn't speak loudly as usual, because they were all still in the library at this moment - Mrs. Pince was watching with wide eyes!

"Oh, come on!" Ron said helplessly, "Compared to before, I'm already diligent enough... It's just that the History of Magic course is really... well, it really doesn't suit my temperament. As soon as I read the book

I'm so sleepy! What can I do..."

"Honestly, Hermione," Harry nodded sincerely, "I feel the same way."

Hermione glared at them both angrily, then glanced casually into the depths of the bookshelf opposite the reading table, then closed her mouth and returned her attention to the contents of the books in front of her.

"Anyway, I won't lend you my history of magic paper until the next morning," she said without raising her head, "just give up on this!"

And the moment she cast her gaze towards the bookshelf, Luna, who was standing there looking for books, seemed to feel the gaze and turned her head.

"Little girl, hurry up and find her!"

On Luna's shoulder, the bronze eagle was hidden in her pale golden hair, urging in a low voice.

"Master Ying, I just happened to be waiting for someone, so I agreed to help you so that I wouldn't get too bored. How dare you, little girl, be so distracted!"

"Huh?" Luna turned around suddenly, and the long hair on her shoulders almost wrapped around the little eagle and threw it off, "Well, I just felt that Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now."

While explaining casually, she continued to read along the bookshelves one by one. Judging from the books on the bookshelf, she seemed to be looking for some magic theory about the mind.

However, Luna didn't talk much, but the bronze eagle talked a lot. When she was looking for a book, the eagle fluttered and stood on her shoulder again, and continued to murmur softly.

"Speaking of which, when will that boy come back? I'm so bored waiting for Lord Ying... Well, it's all because that boy never took the initiative to pay his respects to Lord Ying, which is why Lord Ying has to wait in person.

he……"

"By the way, I have to ask him about the broken mirror last time! I was forced to time travel, but I didn't want to come to Master Ying earlier... I really think that the rules of time are

Can I touch it casually?"

This time, the words it complained about were only spoken at a very low volume, and even Luna, who was so close to it, didn't hear a few words clearly.

As time flows away like a stream, you can see from the library window that the sun in the west has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.

The dark night that is destined to be unstable is coming.