harry potter book of crimes

When Professor McGonagall found Maka, he was staying in the greenhouse with Willie, recording the growth of the flower seeds last time.

"Oh! Mr. Maclean, you are here." Professor McGonagall opened the greenhouse door and said immediately, "Come with me quickly. Dumbledore wants to see you for something."

Maka calmly closed the notebook and then raised her head to look at the door.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." After saying that, he turned to Willy and said, "Miss Blois, it seems I have to leave for a while. You can go back when you're done. You don't have to wait for me here.

"

After that, he sorted out the notebook and followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office.

Although he has been there several times, Maka has never had a good impression of it. Every time he faces Dumbledore, there is always an invisible pressure that keeps him from relaxing.

Especially this time, he did a lot of things that others didn't know about. But being able to hide it from others doesn't mean that he can also hide it from Dumbledore. Here, mastering a "degree" is very important.

Not long after Maka waited in the principal's office, Dumbledore opened the door and came in.

"How have you been lately?" Dumbledore said relaxedly, "Would you like some iced lemon juice?"

"I think this is a good idea." Maka nodded calmly.

When the two faced each other and sat down at their desks, Dumbledore took the initiative to open up the topic.

"You must be very concerned about why I came to you at this time." Dumbledore said gently, "Actually, it's not that complicated -"

"I just invite you to come and listen to me tell a little story."

Maka did not understand what this so-called "little story" had to do with him, but this did not prevent him from being a qualified listener.

"A long time ago, there was a young wizard who had a happy family and a good life. When he entered Hogwarts to study magic, he discovered his talent, and then a series of things happened.

Ambition and ideals…”

Dumbledore spoke softly in a soothing tone, as if he was remembering something.

Behind his half-moon-shaped glasses, his pale blue pupils glowed with a faint light.

"The little wizard's ideal was simple, but also very grand. As a young man, he had not considered the correctness of this ideal at that time."

"A few years later, the little wizard graduated from Hogwarts with the highest honors...but his family had many accidents in the past few years, which forced him to interrupt his ideals."

"His sister was still young at the time. When she was casting magic, she was attacked by three Muggle boys who saw her displaying magical abilities. This attack made his sister's spirit very unstable - her magic power

It was out of control. And their father also used the spell to retaliate against those Muggle boys... He took all the blame alone to ensure that his poor daughter would not be imprisoned in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies for life.

…He was sent to Azkaban.”

"Afterwards, their mother moved with them..."

Upon hearing this, Maka immediately realized that the little wizard in this story was probably Dumbledore himself.

Dumbledore's story continues...

"But the unfortunate thing does not end here." Dumbledore raised his head slightly, and the lenses became brighter as the angle of the light changed, covering his slightly lost eyes.

"When the little wizard's sister was fourteen years old, her magic power went berserk again... This accident brought an abrupt end to her mother's life. At that time, the only thing that could stop her sister's magic power from going berserk was the little wizard's brother.

at home."

"At that time, the little wizard was in pain...extreme pain. But things had already happened and were irreversible, and life had to go on. He bore the resentment of his younger brother, constantly comforted his sister who blamed herself, and shouldered the responsibility.

This started a family that was already torn apart."

Having said this, Dumbledore was silent for a while before continuing.

"But at this moment, a little wizard who had the same ambition as him appeared. They quickly established a deep friendship, and the little wizard regained his ideals."

"They set out together to look for some clues that the little wizard got while attending Hogwarts... During this period, the little wizard lost his emotions in order to accept a certain test."

Hearing this, Maka's heart jumped suddenly, and a lot of questions almost jumped out of her throat.

But when he saw that Dumbledore was still immersed in his story, he forcefully swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Perhaps, Dumbledore was once one of the candidates; perhaps, Dumbledore had already known his little secrets; or perhaps, this sudden conversation was born out of this.

Maka decided not to interrupt Dumbledore's story. If he wanted to say something, he would always tell her.

"...At this moment, the little wizard's brother pointed out that if there was a sister to care about, the little wizard would never be able to become a heroic leader. The little wizard's best friend was very angry about this and cast a spell on the little wizard's brother

cast a Cruciatus Curse."

"At this time, the little wizard's sealed emotions were loosened - he protected his younger brother. But because of this, a messy duel broke out between the three. In the chaos, the little wizard's sister hoped to

I helped my brothers, but I was killed by a curse cast by an unknown person!"

Dumbledore's long white beard was trembling slightly, as if he still hadn't let go.

"The little wizard's emotions recovered as a result, and he passed the test that he was helpless to do...but he gave up all subsequent tests and his own ideals. He didn't know what the meaning of his persistence was...

My sister died, my brother hated him forever, and even his best friends fled far away."

Having said this, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Maka, his eyes sharp and serious.

"What would you do if it were you?" he asked.

Maka pursed her lips, her face remained calm. He thought, thought, and really considered this issue, but he didn't know.

After a long time, Maka finally said: "You need to find the answer to this question yourself."

Dumbledore looked at Maka with a sullen face. After a while, he actually smiled.

"You are better than the little wizard in this story." Dumbledore said. "He finally gave up searching, but you might not."

"This is probably because I am a Hufflepuff." Maka said.

Dumbledore called Maka this time, as if he really just wanted to tell such a story. After that, the two wizards, one old and one young, sat opposite each other, both drinking lemon juice without saying a word.

, each thinking about their own things, did not leave until the dinner started.

Dumbledore may have known about what Maka had done, or he may not have fully understood it. But he had no intention of asking at all.

This time, the whole party lasted the whole night.

Harry and Ron both got some extra points, which allowed Gryffindor to finally win this year's House Cup.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall stood up and told them that the school had decided to cancel the exams in order to entertain everyone. All the students except Hermione were very happy about this.

Dumbledore announced that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would not be able to come back next semester. Everyone burst into cheers when they heard the news - after all, no matter what miracles he had created, his courses were really terrible.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that several teachers also applauded this.

Apart from these surprises, this banquet was indeed very lively, but Maka has never been used to such lively scenes. Especially recently, he always likes to be alone in a place where no one is around to think about problems.

In the middle of the banquet, he walked out of the hall with a drink.

"Professor Lockhart?" Maka suddenly turned around, "Why are you here too? Shouldn't you be the one who enjoys this kind of banquet the most? You are the hero of Hogwarts this semester."

When Lockhart heard this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. A rare sense of reality appeared on his face.

"Many people have told me such and such great truths, but I have never taken their words to heart." He said, "But this time, after I experienced it myself, I realized that in an exciting event

How boring is it to be an incompetent spectator in an adventure?"

Maka glanced at him and said calmly: "It seems that I can look forward to your next book."

Lockhart's eyes immediately widened when he heard this.

"Oh -" he couldn't help but sigh, "I really can't believe it, are you really a kid who hasn't even finished the second grade? How do you know -"

"When a writer feels 'bored' about his story, he will probably tear up his manuscript and create a new story."

Obviously, Maka has concluded that Lockhart will never write this incident into another "false novel".

"I think you will become a terrible wizard in the future." Lockhart couldn't help but said.

Maka gave him a stiff smile.

"In this case, becoming friends with such a terrible wizard is the wisest choice." He said dryly, "I may have something to ask of you in the future, so remember to protect your reputation in the magical world.

"

"Haha, of course." Lockhart smiled awkwardly.

This night, the night sky was still so deep, and the stars were flickering all over the sky, as if telling the people on the ground that everything in the world would return to peace just like the rotation of stars and the moon.