harry potter book of crimes

The main color at night is always as black as ink.

The red curtains that are still bright during the day will fade at night; the gold-rimmed tapestries hanging on the walls will also lose their luster at night.

Only on a clearer night, there will be a bright moon in the sky, casting a veil of mist-like desolation. At this time, the chaotic black will be blended with a bit of silver light, making the night more beautiful.

The black becomes slightly lighter.

At this moment, in the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower, the moonlight filtered through the outer grille window, painting the window sill and walls with a layer of cool varnish.

"Harry, they have all fallen asleep...What happened to Hermione? What did you find? It's time to talk about it, right?"

Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror, looking at Harry sitting on the window sill, with a trace of depression clearly showing on his face.

"Um."

Harry leaned against the window, gazing out at the night-shrouded world. The moonlight passed over his face, outlining a hazy outline of his profile.

"Of course, I will tell you..." he said, "but before that, there is something I want to ask you."

Seeing that Harry suddenly seemed a little mysterious, Ron couldn't help but frown.

"What's up?"

"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry said casually, still looking out the window, "To be precise, it's about you, Maka and Hermione. As your best friend, I

I think I have an obligation to ask you—"

When he said this, he suddenly paused.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

Ron was stunned when he heard this, and his pupils suddenly swayed.

"How is that possible!" He felt his throat was dry for a moment, which made him swallow. "Didn't I tell you about it a long time ago? Hermione likes Maka...this...

It's been so long, why are you still asking?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron."

Harry suddenly turned his face to look at the other person, which forced the latter to subconsciously look elsewhere.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" He asked again, "Isn't it enough to answer 'yes' or 'no'? Why do you need to explain?"

"I..." Ron pursed his lips and suddenly became upset, "I'm asking you, tell me what you found out about Hermione? Stop asking such meaningless questions!

"

Although he was very irritable, he still paid attention to his surroundings.

The other roommates in the dormitory were all sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly. But because some depression in his heart was gradually aroused by Harry's words, his tone became much louder.

To be honest, he had buried this matter deep in his heart, and even he thought he had almost forgotten about it.

However……

"You are just avoiding the problem," Harry continued leisurely. "Escape can't solve the problem - you see, as soon as I mentioned it, you immediately showed great boredom and uneasiness. Isn't this the same as saying

…”

"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice, "I didn't!"

"Really?" Seeing this, Harry shook his head slightly, "In that case, then answer my question head-on like a man - do you still like her? Or don't you like her?"

"you--"

Ron seemed to want to argue or explain something, but unexpectedly, Harry stood up suddenly and grabbed him by the front.

"look at me!"

Although Harry's words were not loud, it could even be said to be deliberately lighthearted. But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been hit by a magic, as if his soul was shaken.

stand up.

So, Ron turned his head involuntarily and stared blankly into his best friend's eyes.

"You still like her."

Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and the words came out of his mouth almost word by word.

"I...still like...her." Ron couldn't help but repeat it again.

"In that case, what do you want to do?"

"Take back Maka's heart from her hands." Ron said slowly.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"Then what should I... do?" Ron's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Give me your soul and I can help you."

"My soul..." Ron lowered his eyelids as if he was confused, "How can I... give it to you?"

"Open your heart to me!"

I don't know when, but Ron's face turned blank.

"Open... your heart..." he said quietly.

"Right, that is it."

Harry said, gently letting go of Ron's shirt, and smoothing out some wrinkles. Then, he casually touched Ron's eyes, and the latter suddenly collapsed on the ground, silently.

fainted.

"The gap in the human heart will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. This point will never change no matter whether it is thousands or tens of thousands of years ago."

When he said these words, the corners of "Harry's" mouth seemed to curl up uncontrollably, and that smile was actually colder than the moonlight behind him.

…

At this moment, in the common room outside, Hermione was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown.

"Something's wrong..." she whispered alone, "something's wrong with Harry, and something's wrong with me... Why did I suddenly give up the idea of ​​going to Maka? Why did Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the truth?"

In fact, in addition to these two points that she was most concerned about, Hermione had more "something wrong" in her heart.

For example, why did the elf tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what was the use of the unfinished building? And why did the little guy take the initiative to cancel his invisibility in front of her, but was surprisingly calm at the same time.

At that time, there were so many problems that she had no time to think about them. But now that she calmed down and took a closer look, troubling doubts came one after another.

But to sum it up to one point, it would be - why would an invisible beast suddenly bring out so many suspicious things?

"Also, why did Harry say 'see you later'? What did he want to tell me?" Hermione thought deeply and secretly asked herself, "Or, what did he discover?"

After thinking about it over and over again, the questions were mixed together, and it became more and more difficult to think about it.

Just when Hermione wanted to push away all the chaotic thoughts and find another angle to think about, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

She turned around and soon saw that familiar figure.

"Harry, come here quickly, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, really?" Harry nodded in the shadow of the doorway, "What a coincidence, Hermione, I also have something to ask you!"

"What?" Hermione paused, but then continued, "Anyway, come here first, don't stay there in a daze!"

"OK."

As Harry said this, he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down on a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes, with those deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "I have a question that I hope you can answer -"

"What do you think of Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice, "Don't say it easily, think about it carefully... take a look at the real thoughts in your heart."

When he said these words, his voice seemed to have an indescribable magnetism, and every word was filled with magic that made people immersed in it.

"...Real thoughts?" Hermione blinked and repeated hesitantly.

…

At the same time, the ancient magic text professor's office.

Maka sat behind his desk, leaning on his cheek and staring at the two pieces of paper on the table. One of them was the rule rune guide sheet originally attached to the "Book of Sin", and the other was the truth.

volume.

After reviewing the Centaur stone array in the Dragon Cave Cave, he had been thinking about the rule rune.

But no matter how he felt, he couldn't understand the mystery.

Although he has somewhat realized that that rune may be the key to solving many problems. But in terms of research, Muggle science and wizard magic are the same. They emphasize accumulation and gradualness, and there is no need to rush.

things to come.

In fact, before Ewan Ravenclaw suddenly popped up, Maka was not in a hurry. Even if Haierbo climbed out of the ground, it only made him focus more on improving his strength.

.

But because Old Eun's words involved too many things about Rowena, and all kinds of inconsistent statements and experiences, Maka, who had always been calm, had to become anxious.

Don't forget, Rowena came back not long before the trial!

"This fatal couple..." After knocking on the table, Maka couldn't help but lean back on the chair and rubbed her sore forehead, "Roina... no, Rowena Mi

La...are you the 'liar' that I call you in the future? Or are you the 'great witch' that everyone praises?"

"Or," he sighed, "it's actually both?"

For Maka, it is difficult to believe in certain things. Especially when it is always linked to one's own life, being necessary but overly cautious often makes things complicated.

What he didn't know was that just as he was troubled by these problems from before and after the millennium, some not-so-good things had quietly spread around him.

"call--"

Maka took a deep breath again, but it couldn't relieve the fatigue from inside him.

"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "when you were faced with so many messy things, what made you really drop everything and choose to 'run away'?" (Unfinished)

to be continued)