harry potter book of crimes

"I think...that's a sign that they lost their lives in an instant..."

Under the misty rain curtain, Asaph lowered his head and stared at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook off the rainwater on the paper, then folded it and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of his coat.

"That's fine," Miriam on the side blinked and said calmly, "At least there shouldn't be any pain."

"Yes!" Asa shook his head, "However, this means that we must hurry up... I hope that the young Assistant Minister of Magic will return home on time after receiving the letter.

"

"There is no problem in terms of time," Miriam nodded. "Believe me, he will come back... Besides, he is only the third assistant. This kind of position will indeed be very busy, but the busy ones are often insignificant.

It’s something, isn’t it?”

"Compared with these, I would rather believe that he will be more concerned about his uncle's safety." Asa sighed, "Because in this way, the effect of the Soul Imperius Curse will be better."

"I never expect that every person I cast a spell on will be a softie with a kind heart," Miriam curled her lips immediately, "So I have been practicing non-stop - aren't you the same?"

When Asaph heard this, he could only raise his hand and wave it noncommittally, indicating that this topic did not need to be continued.

So, the two of them continued along the road amid the rain, and after turning a corner, they came to a crossroads on the other side of the park.

"According to that Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of that garden." Miriam pointed to the private garden path opposite the intersection, "When you see the sunflowers, say 'Go to hell! Richard'

!', we can see the front door of their house."

"Why 'Richard'?" Asa frowned and asked.

"They think that Richard is a disgrace to purebloods," Miriam said casually. "That's an old wizard disguised as a retired railway worker - he planted a 26-foot-tall (about 7.9 meters) tree.

Sunflowers, and even made it into the Muggle newspapers with a smile."

"Oh, this is really interesting." Asa said sarcastically, expressionlessly, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"

After that, Asa and Miriam crossed the busy road together. The former secretly took out his wand and clicked the lock of the iron gate of the garden, then pushed the gate open and walked in.

This is a private garden full of greenery. The further they walked in, the more tall and dense the surrounding plants became. Fortunately, the space here was not large. After just going around a few turns, they saw a flower growing in the garden.

Sunflowers on the side of the stone road.

"I hope Mr. Smith's sister hasn't changed her password." Asa said, he stretched out his hand and said, "What do you think, do you come or do I?"

"I don't want to miss such stupid lines," Miriam looked at Asaph and tilted her head, "By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because usually you only need to apparate to get home.

Already."

"I don't miss it either, but...oh, okay!" Asa turned his head and stared at the ordinary-looking sunflower and said, "Go to hell! Richard!"

"Okay, I'm going to die right now, dear sir."

After the sunflower suddenly sprouted a mouth and answered, it immediately withered, and the plant that originally blocked them also immediately opened a large doorway.

In fact, you can see it through the door opening from here - opposite the passage, a medium-sized mansion that looks quite unique is sitting quietly on a green grassland, with a flat road leading directly to the gate of the mansion.

"Hurry up... I dare say that McClain may appear in front of us at any time!"

…

"Well, I finally know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of the small building in London, Maka put aside the two semi-petrified statues. His expression at this time seemed somewhat complicated.

Judging from Maka's examination and comparison just now, the cause of death of these two people was severe brain concussion.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, Maka knows that in the seemingly intact skull, the brains seem to have been stirred several times by an eggbeater, and they can no longer be called "

"brain".

At the beginning, when we were in Canterbury, the first guy who "died heroically" died in the same way. At that time, Maka thought he had activated some kind of suicide spell in time.

but now……

"Is it some kind of magic that was set up in advance?" Maka thought to herself, "No, I didn't sense any special fluctuations at first... maybe it was the oath curse whose carrier was somewhere else?"

While Macca was thinking to herself for a moment, Ms. Saint Guina and her "grandson" who had just come up from downstairs were standing not far away with puzzled faces, looking here silently.

Not long after, the vampire boy probably couldn't help his inner curiosity and finally asked.

"...The first one? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Maka suddenly raised her head, "By the way, do you have anything else to do here?"

"My grandma wants to tell you-" "No!"

The vampire boy was about to say something, but Saint Guina covered his mouth and forcibly pushed him out of the door.

"We just want to tell you that you are welcome to come to the association office next time - this is what Mr. Deis said." At the door, she hurriedly said, "Well, see you next time!"

"OK."

Maka nodded toward the door, then turned and looked at the sofa not far away. The unlucky Smith was sitting there staring at the two half-petrified 'kidnappers' in a daze!

To be honest, judging from the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important person. But since Maka has already looked through the other party's memory, now, it seems that there is no need for him to stay.

Of course, except that Maka still needs to ask him a few words.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," Maka walked to the other party and sat down casually on a back chair, "I am Maka McClain, a professor at Hogwarts."

"Uh...huh?" Smith was stunned, and suddenly turned his gaze to Maka's face, "Maka McClain? Really? Oh...my little son has always regarded you as his idol!"

"I feel honored for this," Maka turned down her hood to reveal her face and smiled softly, "But now, let's solve the problem at hand first! Can I ask you a few questions?

"

Because of the dialogue that seemed to be in Hebrew, it can be said that the most critical memory was still half-understood by Maka.

He guessed from the limited words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but... this was what he expected, and it obviously didn't make sense to him now.

And before the other party goes to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic becomes a threshold that they must try to cross - this is the point!

"As far as I know, you have a sister who works as a broom registrar in the Department of Magical Traffic, right? And your brother-in-law is the head of the Portkey Office?"

When he was first released from petrification, Smith's consciousness was still a little confused, so Maka's use of Legilimency did not leave a deep impression on him.

Therefore, when he heard that Maka knew so much about his family, he was surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded repeatedly, "She married into a good family and lived a good life! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?"

"Yes, I mentioned it once..." Maka said perfunctorily, and then continued to ask, "Then do you know which Auror your brother-in-law's family is close to?"

As far as Maka knows, only Aurors and the Minister of Magic have the right to enter and exit the door to Azkaban. In addition, even the heads of other departments in the Ministry of Magic will never be able to secretly enter.

Obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memories that Maka had reviewed before, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted. He was just asking to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

Yes, in Mr. Smith's memory, there seems to be no trace of his nephew serving as an Assistant Minister in the Ministry of Magic.

"Auror?" Smith thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know...but I don't think they have much interaction with the Auror office."

"Okay!" Maka paused, then nodded slightly and said, "Please wait here for a moment, someone will soon come to take you to the Ministry of Magic for protection - don't worry, I will take care of this."

The kidnapping case has been thoroughly investigated."

After saying that, he stood up immediately, and then his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait... before the Aurors get here..."

Before Mr. Smith finished speaking, Maka disappeared directly in front of him. He was stunned and his tone quickly dropped.

"...Just leave me here alone?" Smith said the last sentence with a stiff face.

But before his words fell to the floor, the window on one side of the room suddenly opened automatically, and the rain and mist outside mixed with the wind and poured into the small living room.

"Don't worry! I left something for you, and you will be safe until the Aurors arrive."

Maka's voice sounded by the window, and following Smith, he saw that the window was tightly closed again. It seemed that Maka had really left until then.

At this moment, in the rain outside the window, Maka, who was wearing a magic spell, was flying straight in a certain direction with her magic book on her feet, and her destination seemed to be the southern suburbs of London.

"Go over there and take a look first. If you don't find anything, go directly to the Ministry of Magic to guard it!"

The rain in London is always so thin and dense.