harry potter book of crimes

"Do you feel déjà vu? Have you seen this scene before?"

Looking at the majestic rain clouds rolling like dragons and the faint flashes of thunder in the dark clouds, Maka could only stretch out her fingers to hold up an "umbrella" formed by the airflow.

Thinking of the thunderbird that the man had turned into just now, and the test tube in his mouth, he could guess what would happen next on his knees.

"Good afternoon, young man...ahem...I think you are the youngest professor at Hogwarts, Maka McClane?"

The old man's voice was mixed in the continuous thunder, but it was still very clear, even though his words sounded full of vicissitudes and twilight.

"What?"

Before Maka could consciously appear, Miriam, who was standing behind the old man, immediately looked around - is that McClain nearby? She didn't even notice it at all.

At the same time, the other two men in suits also hurriedly drew out their wands and looked at all possible hiding places around them with great vigilance.

"Yes, I am Maka McClain."

When the three people tensed their nerves, Maka removed the phantom body spell from his body. And the moment he took the initiative to take a step forward and spoke, the effect of the Immortal Hidden Potion was automatically lifted.

When they saw that Maka was really not far away from them, they immediately clenched the handle of the wand in their hands, and their expressions became a little more solemn.

Especially Miriam...you know, she escaped all the way under the cover of Asaph, but now she found that Maka appeared in front of her!

This one and the other, including the time to intercept the assistant minister midway, has half an hour passed in total?

"Where is Asaph? Tell me where he is!"

Miriam's expression could actually be called calm, but from her tone, Maka could not surprisingly hear traces of anxiety.

Obviously, although this group of people can bear the sacrifice of their companions rationally, they are by no means out of the kind of ruthlessness similar to Voldemort.

"Asaph?"

Maka just stared at the old man, her eyes never leaving him, even if he was talking to Miriam, this was no exception.

"Oh, it's the man in the coat, right?" He said, paused slightly, "Don't worry, he's fine... But I can't guarantee whether he'll be 'happy' next."

Several times, hostages were used as shields. To be honest, Maka had long wanted to try this once.

It's a pity that neither Voldemort nor Grindelwald are willing to accept this trick. He has never used this method once in the wizarding world!

"you--"

A man in a suit seemed a little irritable. When he heard Maka say this, he almost couldn't hold it back.

But he couldn't help it, but the old man in the wheelchair was able to help him - the old man raised his hand slightly, and the man in the suit could only swallow the words in his throat, glare at Maka and take a step back.

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"Ahem, young man..."

Maka was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at Maka.

It can be seen that the old man has a withered and thin appearance, which makes people afraid that he will take his last breath at some point; but Maka is still a teenager, and people can feel the vitality all over his body.

But it just so happened that these two completely different people had a depth hidden in their eyes.

Maka's eyes were created when he lost his emotions. Once he faced a strong enemy, he would naturally stabilize his mind and cooperate with Occlumency to prevent others from sneaking up on him while looking at him.

The old man's profundity may look similar to Maka at first glance, but in essence it is definitely completely different. If anything, it is a look that has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, but still has a goal in mind.

Maka had only experienced this feeling from Haierbo, whom she had just met not long ago.

"Young man... I have a question for you," the old man looked at Maka's face calmly and asked calmly, "It hasn't rained yet, why do you need to open an umbrella first?"

What kind of problem is this?

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but shook her head.

He knew that the old man was questioning the behavior of the thunderbird flying into the sky with the test tube in its mouth. The reason was probably because he wanted to test Maca.

After all, mixing magic potion into the thunderbird's ability to control wind and rain is something that most people would not really be able to imagine.

However, Maka didn't want to be led by the other party...

"Old sir, since you ask that, I also have a question," he gestured with his hands, "You can still walk, why do you have to sit in a wheelchair?"

After witnessing two consecutive bizarre events in which humans transformed into magical creatures, why didn't Maka start to wonder if this old man, who was obviously the leader, could also do something that exceeded the upper limit of transformation?

"Well, that's a good question." After hearing this, the old man nodded without hesitation, "Ahem... But shouldn't you answer my question first?"

But Maka immediately waved her hand.

"No, I don't want to answer..." he said calmly, "If I have to say it, I actually want to stop the rain first, otherwise the guards in the prison will suffer!"

That's right, this old man's method actually kills two birds with one stone.

If that guy named He-Man does this, Maka will most likely be forced to show up, and even if Maka doesn't show up, the people at Blackstone Fortress will be tricked without knowing it.

"It seems, ahem...it's not that you don't know how to answer, it's that you don't want to answer." The old man chuckled and said slowly, "Don't stop that kid Heman... Don't worry, those guards will only calm down."

Just sleep peacefully...cough...if you sleep in the rain, you might catch a cold..."

"Really?" Maka raised her eyebrows.

"Of course," the old man smiled again, "Besides, don't you still have hostages on hand? Ha...ahem..."

It seems that once this person gets older, he will easily choke on his own saliva even when he makes a joke. Looking at the coughing sound that was obviously different from before, Maka couldn't help but shrugged.

"Then I'll just believe it for now!" Maka said nonchalantly, "So... So... your people risked their lives to create a lot of drama just to lure me here?"

To be honest, during the whole afternoon of chasing and escaping, Maka didn't have much real feelings. He only knew that the other party might have come for the bald alchemist, and it should be for the prediction made by the other party.

I remember Sarah once mentioned that the "astrological circle" is a category of astronomy in alchemy, and there are probably very few people who can still figure it out and understand it.

That's why Maka can figure out why this group of people came to Azkaban even to die.

But now, he found that the other party didn't seem to be interested in the prison at all, and his focus was basically on himself.

In this way, almost all of his previous guesses were overturned.

However, the old man didn't seem to have any intention of answering Maka's question directly.

"Young man, do you know the origin of this island?"

This is another inexplicable question. As far as Maka knows, there is no in-depth description of the origin of this island in any historical documents.

Because, before this island was discovered by the Ministry of Magic, it was occupied by a dark wizard. And in all the years before the death of the dark wizard, there has been no official record of this island, which is equivalent to non-existence.

of.

"From the time when the dark wizard who called himself 'Extis' died and this place was transformed into the Azkaban Wizarding Prison, I know what most people know."

Maka's answer was natural, and of course boring. This obviously meant that he didn't want to talk about this seemingly innocuous topic.

However, the old man didn't seem to intend to bring this topic to light.

"Okay!" He said slowly in his slow and vicissitudes of voice, "Ahem... So, young man... do you know the origins of the 'dementors' on this island?

?”

Thinking about the time she first spent in Azkaban, Maka had actually studied this issue.

It's just research, he doesn't want to hold some damn academic seminar on a deserted island outside Azkaban wizard prison with an old man whose identity and strength are quite questionable!

"The origin of the Dementors?" Maka tilted her head, "Is this important?"

"Well, it is indeed very important - it is very important to you and me today." The old man smiled calmly and said, "It's just that, ahem... I can see it. I think you probably don't like this kind of conversation.

The way……"

As he spoke, he moved his body with difficulty, and with a flick of his finger, he also held up a seemingly invisible magic umbrella.

"Okay!" the old man continued, "Since you don't want to answer the question, then be the one to ask the question! Ahem... Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your stomach now, just ask whatever you want!"

"Really?" Maka also raised her lips, "I'm afraid that asking is in vain."

"That's better than not asking."

As the old man spoke, his eyes moved to the sky behind Maka - the sky above this sea area was already filled with haze, and as thunder continued, the sky became darker and darker.

"My position is not like yours. If you ask, I will always answer... Of course, ahem... I can't guarantee whether the answer is true or false."

This last sentence was exactly the same as what Maka said in reply to Miriam, and it was somewhat naughty to challenge Maka.

"Yeah, that's right." Maka sighed, "Then, I want to know, are you... related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

Just as Maka said these words, another thunderbolt that looked like it penetrated the heaven and earth struck down, followed closely by a deafening explosion.

Then, the first drop of water before the storm fell silently on the ground between him and the old man.

The rain finally started to fall.