harry potter book of crimes

"...It was a doe. A doe patronus appeared in the Macmillan backyard. It told me that Draco had come home."

As mentioned earlier, using the Patronus Charm to convey messages is a magic technique developed by Dumbledore. A long time ago, he taught a lot of practical magic knowledge to the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

So this is certainly not unique to Maca.

Before, when Maka and Lucius mentioned Narcissa, they seemed to gesture to Snape inadvertently.

After all, he must still use the rune array, and he would save as much magic power as he could to ensure nothing goes wrong.

"...Is it still a doe?"

After hearing Narcissa's words, Maka couldn't help but glance at Snape.

The animal image transformed by the patron saint spell will change with the change of the caster's mood.

Take Snape for example, his deer patronus is based on the best and most longing obsession in his heart, which is the greatest nostalgia for something that is expected but not available.

Because, back then, Harry's mother Lily's patronus was a clever and naughty deer.

"By the way, Mr. Maclean, we and I are really grateful for what happened to Draco today! But... will he be fine in the future? He won't be the same as he was today after waking up, right? The nightmare... won't happen again either.

Did you do it?"

It was Lucius who spoke, but he was actually asking on behalf of his wife Narcissa. As for Narcissa, she really felt a little overwhelmed when facing Maka - she wanted to treat a person like her own son.

The older boy expressed his gratitude, but she still felt deeply awkward.

In other words, as a member of the Black family like Bellatrix, her arrogance is actually not much lower than that of her crazy sister.

Of course, Maka doesn't care much about these little things.

"Draco is fine," he nodded towards the couple, "It's just..."

His sudden turn of events immediately made the Malfoys fearful again, fearing that their precious son would have some terrible sequelae.

However, Maka suddenly smiled easily.

"It's just that you probably still have nightmares..." He shrugged, "Don't you usually have nightmares? I sometimes have nightmares... For example, someone hides me in

The dragon meatloaf in the drawer was eaten or something like that... Oh, that's really scary!"

While Lucius and Narcissa were stunned, Snape on the side gently twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression somewhat subtle.

…

When Maka and Snape left Malfoy Manor, it was already past lunch time. Lucius wanted to entertain them both, but they did not stay there to eat in the end.

Being a professor at a magic school is not as leisurely as you imagine... No, it's actually quite leisurely, I mean, if you don't have so many "private things" to do.

Just like Maka recently, he had just finished the busy work of the alchemy competition, but he was a little uneasy by Haierbo who emerged from the ground. After finally deciding to step up the process of studying magic, he was...

The bronze eagle emerging from the door knocker created a dilemma.

However, in line with the strange psychology of being born in Hufflepuff House, he still packed an exquisite and delicious meal when leaving the Malfoy house.

"Professor, do you really not need it? I have packed a lot of delicious food here, you can share some... I think you know that the meal in the auditorium should have finished by now."

Soon, Maka and Snape reappeared at the school gate in the front courtyard of Hogwarts. Then Maka patted the pocket on her waist and asked casually.

"No."

Snape shook his head and walked straight in, apparently wanting to go back to his office.

Maka curled her lips indifferently from behind, then took out a greasy fried chicken leg from her waist, gnawing on it and walked forward along the path in the vestibule.

It didn't take long for his mouth to be covered with shiny oil. Several little wizards who were walking in the front yard after the meal stared at him and snickered.

But how could Maka care about this? He shamelessly walked across the front lawn, gnawed on the chicken legs and arrived at the school hospital on the second floor of the castle.

The door to the ward was open, and he glanced inside twice before going in. He walked in after realizing that Madam Pomfrey was not there.

"Hey, Sarah -" Maka said as she walked, "That's almost it. Even if an ordinary student breaks his arm, it's time to recover now. If you continue to live here, you won't be avoiding people's attention, but you will be annoying people."

Doubtful!"

The big fat man has followed his father back to Egypt, and now, Sarah is the only one left in the ward. If Maca hadn't greeted Madam Pomfrey, she would have been kicked out of the campus hospital long ago.

"Professor Maclean, good afternoon."

"Oh, good afternoon!"

After Maka nodded at her, he pulled up the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down. With a flick of his hand, the chicken bones immediately disappeared into his hands. Then, he took them out from his waist.

He picked up the next chicken leg and continued to bite it.

"I just gained something today, I think we can have a chat..." He said vaguely while chewing, "By the way, I remember you said that you once wanted to find those who are good at soul magic.

A wizard's, right?"

When Sara on the hospital bed heard this, she pulled the quilt in front of her and nodded.

"Then have you found it?" Maka asked again.

"I said before that there are very few people who study soul magic," she said. "However, over the years, I have indeed found a few..."

"So, has anyone ever mentioned the composition of the soul to you?"

This was the answer Maka wanted, so before Sarah could finish speaking, he interrupted her again. After hearing his question, Sarah lowered her head slightly to recall, and then shook her head.

.

"No," she said firmly, "if someone tells me something, I usually won't forget it."

After Maka heard this, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, probably sorting out his thoughts. After clarifying some of the thoughts in his mind, he continued -

"Sarah, I once saw this sentence in a magic book," he put the hand holding the chicken leg aside and said seriously, "'The weight of the soul comes from the unbearable lightness of sin.'

...The person who wrote this sentence is Ragnar Bastos."

After repeating this sentence, Maka continued: "The meaning of this sentence is actually not difficult to understand. Bastos wants to tell others that although the weight of the soul is almost insignificant, it is not that people wantonly deprive it of it.

Reason for other people’s lives.”

"I don't know who this 'Ragnar Bastos' is - except for the handwritten magic book, there is no record of him anywhere else. But when I opened the book, I

I feel a little concerned about the words he left on the title page..."

"I've never heard of this person, and I don't think I've read the book you mentioned." Sarah blinked and said, "But...is there anything wrong with this sentence?"

Judging from Maka's narration, this sentence seems to be nothing special. Isn't it just a warning to others not to harm others at will?

However, Maka immediately waved her hand.

"Sorry, my explanation of that sentence was a bit redundant..." He smiled and said, "What I am concerned about now is actually the word 'sin' in that sentence."

"You also mentioned Voldemort last time, right? You said you originally wanted to find him..." Maka said, "Your guess at the time was not wrong. Voldemort's resurrection is indeed related to soul magic. No.

You know... have you ever heard of 'Horcruxes'?"

It can be said that the number of people who know about Horcruxes is very few. Even a magic school with rich knowledge like Hogwarts is just lucky enough to have a book "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed" written and completed by later generations.

To be honest, whether the Horcrux making method in that book is complete or not is another matter.

For people like Sarah who live at home all year round, even if she lives long enough, it would be difficult for her to have access to such an extremely rare collection of powerful black magic books.

So Maka didn't wait for her answer, but continued on her own.

"Horcruxes can store soul fragments, so that after the maker is killed, the soul cannot leave the world because it is incomplete..." He explained, "Oh, I can't say more about the specific content. I want to borrow it.

Just one of them is that making Horcruxes requires murder!"

When Sarah heard this, she still looked confused.

"you mean--"

"It's 'sin'," Maka said in a deep voice, "I think that the act of murder combined with a specific curse is actually amplifying a certain sin in oneself to the limit, and using this to tear one's own soul apart..."

"This means that the composition of the soul may contain the so-called 'sin'!"

At this point, Maka is far from finished speaking, because he can't even talk about today's gains until he talks about the concept of roll call.

However, just when he wanted to leave some time for Sarah to digest the ideas he proposed, a wave of magic power appeared from the corridor outside the ward.

"It seems like someone..."

Maka suddenly turned around, but immediately found an old face at the door, and it stretched several inches after he turned around.

"Professor Maclean," the mouth on the face opened and closed, spitting out a cold word, "I think eating chicken drumsticks in the ward is obviously a big 'sin', what do you think?"

"Uh, oh..." Maka looked at the chicken drumstick in her hand and immediately smiled awkwardly, "Mrs. Pomfrey, you are right!"