harry potter book of crimes

"Ms. Saint-Guinea, I knew you were the wrong person to prepare this matter! In weather like today, there will always be some of you who can't sleep at night who will choose to go out for a walk..."

At this moment, Maka was holding a black umbrella and standing next to a small building. He raised his head and looked over the edge of the umbrella to look higher - it was a closed window, because the reflective

It's a matter of fact, you can't actually see anything inside the window from here.

But in fact, from here, one can already vaguely sense the magic power fluctuations coming from that room.

"Yes, today's young people can't stand loneliness. They prefer the daytime when there are many people." Next to Maka, Saint Guina held up another umbrella and said softly, "Oh, but you have to know

, I’m not that old among the clan.”

"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to Professor Slughorn's small event another day," Maka nodded, looking up and said casually, "He also likes to be lively... I will inform you in advance.

Tell him, maybe he will prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?"

"I heard that he will teach at Hogwarts again?" St. Guinna said with a smile, "I will look forward to it."

And just behind them, a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old at most ran his hands through his wet hair and looked at Maka and Saint Guina chatting with confusion.

He is also a vampire, and he brought Maca and Saint Guina to this place.

Vampires are very sensitive to fresh flowing blood, but they are even more sensitive to blood containing magic power. Therefore, they have rarely taken action against Muggles since ancient times, because in their view, the blood of wizards with just the right magic power content will

It will be more delicious.

Oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in blood "blood energy".

Okay, okay... It doesn't matter whether this kind of irrelevant knowledge is mentioned now. After all, wizards are more powerful than vampires. This has always been a fact. Wanting to suck the neck of a wizard has never been a problem.

An easy thing.

Getting back to the topic, as Maka mentioned just now - he guessed that there would probably be a vampire taking a walk in London today, and the person he was tracking appeared here.

If you want to ask who is most likely to have some clues at the moment, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Association.

Then the facts proved that his guess was absolutely correct!

"To be honest, I thought we needed to let everyone go around for a while! But the result was better than I expected," Maka said, suddenly retracting her gaze and digging into the pocket on her waist.

dig.

"Thank you!" He turned around and said to the young vampire, "If you don't mind, I'll treat you to your 'breakfast' today!"

After saying that, Maka took out a glass tube of scarlet liquid and handed it to the boy who looked about the same age as him.

"This was originally prepared for some little guys, but then I thought they actually preferred to eat meat directly."

While he was speaking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the sleeve of his right hand, and patted back a few small black spots that had popped up.

The young man nodded blankly and hesitantly reached out to take the large test tube.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Maka shrugged, then turned around again and said, "Ms. Saint Guina, I think I should go up and have a look... Oh, I have troubled you today. I have to say, thank you very much."

"No, you don't have to do this. This is what we should do for you..." Shengguina pursed her lips and watched Maka go to the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should follow him? Mom always said that the more active you are when chasing a man, the more effective it will be." Under the rain and fog, the young man looked at Saint Guina and suggested in a low voice.

But when Saint Guina heard this, he immediately glared at him angrily.

"Don't call me 'grandma'!"

…

"The hierarchy of vampires is really hard to understand."

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maka couldn't help but shook her head secretly as she listened to the conversation outside. After sighing with emotion, he lifted his legs and walked up the stairs.

According to the induction of magic power, those guys who had escaped from him once before were on the top floor of this building, and there had been no movement so far.

As he went higher, he got closer to the source of the magic wave, and his perception of the target gradually became clearer.

"...two missing?"

Yes, he could feel that there seemed to be only three people in that house. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage taken away - Mr. Smith, the deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be still inside.

Lying down.

"We have to make sure we stay alive -" Maka silently walked to the door of the room and said secretly in her heart, "This time we can't miss like last time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the wall next to it.

There were some cleverly placed spells on the door, which would take too much time to crack. If there was a better breakthrough point, why would he have to pick a place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out and tapping the slightly yellowed wall a few times, Maka spread his right hand and grasped it, and then dozens of small spiders quickly ran into his palm and were held loosely by him.

in hand.

And the next moment, when he clenched his fist and reached towards the part of the wall close to the ground, a round hole appeared in the seemingly thick and solid wall under the influence of the transformation technique.

"very good."

The opposite side of the wall seemed to be a sofa or something, and it was obvious that no one would be able to find a hole here. Maka stretched out her fist directly, and then put the shrunken alien Acromantula in one after another.

After a moment, he no longer had any scruples, and decisively expanded the hole to the size of his body with a wave of his hand. After removing a cabinet blocking the wall hole, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

.

"Oh," Maka looked around the room and couldn't help but smile, "I think it's time to teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

It did not go beyond Maka's expectations. Without exception, the three people inside were completely petrified - yes, even the unlucky Smith who was still lying unconscious on the table was also included.

"Another bottle of Mandrake Resurrection Potion is wasted," he muttered softly as he took out the bottle and poured it on Smith. "The main ingredient is not cheap at all."

While Maka was trying to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were also looking at this side with "glad eyes". At their feet, there were several small spiders crawling around.

Obviously, this is the effect Maca needs.

Not long after, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a dull expression.

He first glanced at Maka in front of him for a few times, and then turned his dull eyes to look around, as if he wanted to figure out the specific situation he was in.

"Ah...what happened...?"

The effect of the medicine continued to fulfill its mission, which finally made Mr. Smith wake up, but it would still take some time before he could carry out normal activities.

"Do you remember?" Maka stuffed the empty potion bottle back into her waist, "You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards in front of your home."

"Oh, this... is really scary." Smith responded slowly, "Are you the kidnapper?"

"I really hope I am. In that case, I don't have to walk around London in the rain." Maka sighed, then lowered her head and looked into the other person's eyes, "My time is not too generous either.

So... offended."

Before he finished speaking, Smith, who was still recovering, felt his forehead suddenly shake, and his eyes became slightly dull.

Soon, Maka suddenly raised her head, closed her eyes slightly and sorted out her thoughts.

Just when he was looking through Smith's memory, he found a memory accurately. Since the time was not that long ago, the memory was still quite clear, and what was worthy of his attention was obviously the sudden betrayal of the other half of the black-robed wizard.

A conversation before.

"...Is there really an internal strife?"

After a while, Maka glanced thoughtfully at the other two petrified "statues" in the room, constantly recalling the conversation between Asaph and Miriam in her mind.

Because Smith couldn't understand the language of the two people at all, his memory of the conversation was very vague. This seemed to be the reason why Asaph didn't care about Smith's presence during the conversation.

After continuing to think about it for a while, Maka turned around and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the room.

"It sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban...and my name," he said as he walked, "but it doesn't matter if you can't hear clearly, there are two other parties involved.

It’s here!”

…

"hiss--"

Almost at the same time, in the southern suburbs of London, near "Max Roach Park".

"Asaph, what's wrong?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam and Asa were holding an umbrella together, walking calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this moment, Miriam suddenly found that the umbrella above her head and Asa beside her had stopped.

"That MacLean must have found them."

Asaph took out a piece of parchment cut into palm-sized pieces from his pocket. You can see that there are many personal names on the paper.

However, at this time, two of the names exuded an unusual coldness, so much so that the rich moisture in the air formed a thin layer of frost on the letters.

"The chill just now was like the tip of a knife piercing my thigh." Asaph looked at the parchment that continued to have frost marks, and the wind caused the parchment to tremble constantly. "I think... it happened in an instant.

Lost signs of life.”