harry potter book of crimes

"I was wondering if you were related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

As soon as Maka said these words, another thunder exploded above everyone's heads, followed by a heavy rain.

"Why do you ask?"

The old man, like Maka, held an invisible magic umbrella and passed through the dense rain curtain, but you could see that his face no longer had much expression.

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Maka asked herself a question instead, and couldn't help but smile.

The old man said just now that he was different from me in that he would answer questions when asked! Who knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, this guy immediately forgot all about that sentence.

But this time, Maka did not avoid the other party's questions.

"Just because of this pattern," he pointed to the sign on the helicopter not far away, "In fact, after seeing the representative animal of Ravenclaw House, many people have some questions - why Ravenclaw

Isn't there a 'raven' on the emblem of the Labor College?"

"Do you think I am related to the founder of Ravenclaw College just based on this emblem?" The old man looked at Maka through the rain screen, shook his head slightly and said, "Yes... In this land, raven is

It is regarded as a symbol of wisdom and victory, and Ravenclaw happens to also mean 'Raven's Claw'. But, ahem... isn't it also regarded as death and ominous by people?"

As he spoke, the old man said calmly: "Perhaps it is because of this that Rowena Ravenclaw likes the eagle more?"

However, after Maka waited for him to finish speaking, she immediately waved her hand.

"Oh, I don't think Rowena would be taboo about 'death' and 'ominous'," he objected casually. "She has done in-depth research on magic literature. In this case, of course she will not be afraid of it."

Know--"

At this point, Maka stretched out her left hand and used her fingers to outline an ancient rune character.

"...The meaning of 'death' is actually 'destruction and creation' that is absolutely fair and just."

"Yeah?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, and his eyes were fixed on the blue character he had sketched on the left side of Maka.

"Young man, I have to admit that you have come a long way on your magical journey..."

"No, it's nothing!" Maka waved away the rune symbol and said softly, "It's just that my life is a little lucky... and a little unfortunate. So..."

"So--"

Maka was about to continue asking something, but unexpectedly, this time the old man took the initiative to take over the conversation.

"Young man, you... ahem... can you tell me what you know? What prompted you to suspect that I am related to Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"I can see that you are a wizard with enough wisdom. You would not ask such an indispensable question without some information that others do not know."

In fact, what the other party said was equivalent to semi-affirmation of Maka's question. Of course, if the old man wants to say something valuable, I'm afraid Maka needs to shake things up a little more and come up with more weight.

.

"Okay!" Maka thought for a moment and immediately spread her left hand, "Then I might as well ask another question... I want to know if your... surname is 'Ravenclaw'."

"Hmph...cough cough cough..."

This obviously more straightforward question actually made the old man laugh out loud, but it also made him cough heavily again several times.

It was obvious that he was deeply moved by this inquiry.

After laughing and coughing for a while, the old man did not answer immediately. Under Maka's gaze, he waved his hand with difficulty, and then gestured towards the black stone fortress ahead.

"Young man, I have something to say to you," he said slowly, "It's about the old guy who just crawled out of the ground recently... Of course, I will try my best to tell you the things you want to know.

I'll tell you."

"Haier——" "No."

After Maka heard it, she paused for a moment and then subconsciously wanted to say the name, but was immediately stopped by the other party.

"Don't say it here."

After asking Maka to shut up, the old man gestured to Miriam behind him, who then pushed the wheelchair and obediently led the old man to the fortress prison.

Seeing this, Maka hesitated for a moment, and then followed thoughtfully.

"Young man, I think we should go back to the previous topic first..." The old man sat crookedly on the slightly bumpy wheelchair and continued to Maka, who was not far away from him, "I think you are

You know, dementors like to suck in all positive emotions, and they also suck in souls."

Hearing that the other party brought the topic to Dementors again, Maka couldn't help but have some more guesses at the moment. Because, just now, the old man suddenly mentioned the birth of Haierbo.

"Are you trying to say that 'he' won't like being near Dementors?"

"It seems that you have thought of something..." the old man said with a smile, "Yes. At least, he will not come here in the state of his remnant soul... Even if these monsters were originally his own

Hands."

"oh?"

As Maka spoke, she glanced back - the two men in suits were following behind them, walking forward step by step.

In their hands, they actually held two umbrellas that had been prepared for a long time. It looked like they were bought in a Muggle shopping mall.

"He created dementors? I never thought of this..."

"Don't worry, normal people wouldn't think of such a thing," the old man suddenly showed a sarcastic sneer, "Who would have guessed that these monsters are actually the remnant souls of human beings? Even 'him'

I originally only prompted the birth of these monsters to study how to split souls to create Horcruxes."

"So that's it," Maka couldn't help but think about it secretly after listening to it, and then said suddenly, "no wonder the number of dementors hardly changes...as long as they absorb souls to make up for the defects, they will disappear and be replaced by

People who take it will become new dementors..."

Macca was once interested in the study of dementors. He had also used materials from dementors to make the core of a wand.

But even if Maka is no longer interested in them, when he hears some related knowledge, he can't help but be a little curious and can't help but want to think about it.

"That's right," the old man said with certainty, "If you are lacking, you will instinctively ask for something. These guys who are feared and hated by others are a group of pitiful people... To be honest, if 'he' hadn't

If you come back, letting the dementors guard the prison is actually a good decision."

"Oh, don't say this out loud," Maka said with a shrug, "be careful not to get scolded in the newspapers by those wizarding media who are supreme over human rights!"

The two of them were chatting as they headed towards the fortress prison. Not long after, they had arrived outside the huge gate.

Without the old man having to say anything, the two men in suits who were following behind took the initiative to extend their wands and slowly raised the gate in tacit cooperation.

"Let's leave quickly! Don't make it too difficult for them..."

After entering the vestibule of the fortress with the old man and Miriam pushing the wheelchair, the gate behind them slowly fell back to the ground - the two men in suits who cast the spell to open the door did not follow.

"Milly, go and ask He-Man to come down! It's rained enough. Go and help him sort out his thoughts and relieve his mental burden..."

Seeing the old man's instructions, Miriam immediately nodded in agreement, then stared at Maka hesitantly for a while, and then hurriedly walked to the sentry tower on one side.

After hearing this, Maka nodded understandingly.

It seems that although the transformation named He-Man is more proficient than Asa, and can even continue to maintain his own will after transformation. But it probably also has huge limitations and loads. If no one helps, he may not be able to do it again.

He can't change back to his human form.

"I always feel that this kind of transformation of yours... I seem to have seen it somewhere before?" Maka thought about it for a moment, and suddenly said the words that had been suppressed in her heart before, "Oh, by the way...

…I wonder, is it the Book of Jazz?”

"Everyone would want to try Merlin's magic research, right?" The old man did not deny Maka's words, "Especially a piece of research that Merlin has never been able to complete."

"But it's a pity that you couldn't complete it either." Maka glanced at him, then said rather deliberately, "And neither did Rowena."

In Rowena's secret room and on the island, Maka has discovered no less than information related to bloodline transformation, some theoretical and experimental... In fact, Maka's transformation of the Acromantula

I drew on some of these results.

"yes!"

At this time, apart from the dementors wandering around, they were the only two people left here. Under this situation, there were some things that the old man seemed to be planning not to hide anymore.

"If I have to say it, I'm just doing my best to continue this never-ending research..." He said quietly, "It's a pity that I don't have a smart mind, nor an outstanding understanding.

As a result, this research has not made much progress until now.”

"so!"

Maka sorted things out in her mind, then suddenly turned around and faced the old man in the wheelchair directly.

"Are you the descendant of Rowena's husband, Yoon Ravenclaw?" He was saying, but he shook his head reluctantly, "Or, are you actually Yoon himself?"

Maka is actually reluctant to say this last conjecture, because there have been enough "old immortals" who have been in contact with him recently!

However, the old man smiled helplessly.

"Well, it's been a long time since anyone called me by this name..." he said sadly, "I thought it had been completely forgotten long ago."