harry potter book of crimes

Harry's right hand was shaking.

He held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, trying to calm his increasingly tight breathing. He felt as if there was a ball of fire in his lungs, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

But he couldn't stop, because Maka said before leaving that he was the one who could hold this sword.

The Sword of Gryffindor, this is the current name of this sword. Thousands of years ago, Godric Gryffindor obtained it and used it to achieve great fame.

And now, this sword is in his hand.

I remember Maka also said that this sword is powerful, but also dangerous. So he can only stay alone in the Room of Requirement, get familiar with it on his own, wield it, and try to mobilize some of the power that only belongs to it.

.

"I call its power 'anger', and if you want to be its true master, you must know how to control the anger in your heart."

"Do you still remember what the Sorting Hat said? The characteristics of Gryffindor House are - courage, courage and boldness. It is the bravery buried deep in your heart. The storybook Dumbledore gave you is to guide you out of this...

aspect of will.”

"So, use your courage to control it - I dare not say that this is definitely correct, but based on some of my inferences, I think it is at least not too wrong."

"Try it! From the moment the Sword of Gryffindor automatically appears in your palm, it means that it is willing to let you hold it!"

In Harry's mind, he recalled what Maka had said over and over again.

He didn't know where these so-called "inferences" came from, but he believed in Maka. Even...even if he once held the sword tightly, he hurt Luna.

Maka didn't go into details about Haierbo, but Harry had personally experienced how terrifying the opponent was. This time, driven by Maka, Harry was determined to pick up the sword again.

Not to mention anything else, just to prevent the other party from occupying his body, he had to give it a try.

"drink!"

With a low cry, Harry raised his sword again and swung it out, the bright sword blade drawing a flash of silver light in front of him.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't feel any strange power from it.

"Ah! My arms are so sore..."

Harry shook his hands and muttered secretly.

…

While Harry was wielding his sword bravely, Hermione and Ron were outside at the window at the end of the corridor.

There is a small platform there where vases and other decorations are placed, but there is nothing there now, so it can be left for them to sit on.

In fact, in addition to Hermione and Ron, even Luna and Neville are here.

Yes, Neville actually just came out of the school hospital with some bandages on his head.

In fact, the back of his head healed yesterday. After all, in the eyes of Madam Pomfrey, any trauma is trivial. But Madam Pomfrey seemed to think that head injuries should be treated with caution, so she

He also gave Neville some herbs to treat his brain.

Oh, poor Neville, I hope Madam Pomfrey's medicine works wonders! If he can use his brain better in the future, it must be Madam Pomfrey's work.

"...Just because I slipped and fell, you encountered so many things?"

After hearing Hermione's rough explanation, Neville looked a little surprised. But his tall body and shrinking look always made people feel a little funny.

"No, it's not just the time you were wrestling," Ron, who was sitting next to him, said casually, "it's actually been several days, maybe more..."

As he spoke, he turned a small bottle in his hand over and over.

You can see that there is a shining silver chain on the bottle cork, which is wrapped around his neck and hung on his chest.

Like Harry's storybook, this was also a small gift given to him by Dumbledore after his death. Similar to this thing, there was also a small piece of bezoar that was always kept in Hermione's bag.

"What exactly is this headgear wearing?"

Through the transparent bottle, you can clearly see that it is a gray substance as fine as dust. As he repeatedly shakes the small bottle, the gray sand inside will tilt slightly.

But other than that, there's nothing special about it.

"well--"

Ron pursed his lips, pulled open his collar, and stuffed the vial back.

Although Maka said, the things Dumbledore gave them may have deep meanings, and Harry's storybook had already reflected it before.

However, Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all. If he didn't want to say it clearly, they might not be able to guess it.

"Hermione, did you find anything new about your bezoars?"

Ron suddenly turned his head and asked Hermione who was sitting on the other side, even though it was clear that he had no expectations in his tone.

As expected, Hermione immediately shook her head.

"I've checked it countless times, and it's indeed just a fecal stone..." She said without looking back, "And judging from this alone, maybe Professor Dumbledore thinks I will be poisoned?"

"Speaking of which, you haven't tried splitting it open to take a look, have you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" After hearing what Ron said, Hermione finally turned around and glared at him, "I won't do that, not to mention, Maka doesn't recommend that I do that."

"Oh, this is great!" Ron said helplessly, "Although we already know that there is something fishy about Professor Dumbledore's gift, we can't figure out what it is exactly."

His words seemed to bring a hasty end to the conversation just now, and the corner of the corridor became quiet again.

The world outside the window is still raining, and the pitter-patter never ends, giving people the impression that the entire world is slowly being flooded.

This feeling aggravated everyone's depression. Even Neville, who didn't know much about the matter, was infected by this atmosphere.

If there is one person who feels good here, it is undoubtedly Luna.

Instead of sitting on the edge of the stone platform with Hermione and the others, she stood alone in front of the window, gently picking at the cold bricks and looking out.

Perhaps it was because of the gusts of wind that blew from time to time, and the rain and fog outside also drifted in. It could be seen that the light golden hair on her forehead had long been stuck together by the rain, but she didn't care.

For Luna, the world has always been full of fun. Even if in the eyes of others, the rain only brings dampness and coldness, to her it is as fascinating as a sunny day.

The next moment, Luna was about to stretch out her hand to feel the feeling of rain and mist falling on her palms, but suddenly she found someone else beside her.

"Hermione?"

She turned her head and showed a clean smile to Hermione who came to her side.

Another gust of wind blew outside, bringing with it a dense drizzle. Both of them subconsciously squinted their eyes, letting the rain pass over their cheeks and ruffle the hair around their ears.

"Luna," Hermione pushed her hair back and whispered softly, "I want to say 'I'm sorry' to you... Yesterday you kindly invited me to go to Hogsmeade, but I..."

"Huh?" Luna blinked her silver-grey eyes, "It doesn't matter, it's all the fault of the harassing flies...but it's so dangerous! I didn't know that the harassing flies could be so powerful, maybe...it's a mutated new

Variety?"

"Well……"

Hermione also blinked, not knowing how to answer the question.

But fortunately, Luna was not the kind of girl who insisted on continuing the conversation. Seeing that Hermione seemed a little dazed, she took the initiative to gently hold Hermione's hand, and a trace of warmth passed through her palm.

"That's right! How did Maka help you drive away the harassing flies later? Dad said to put the silver crucible next to the head, and then the harassing flies will think it is another head, so that at least half of them can come out...

…”

Listening to Luna's increasingly crooked words and feeling the warmth in her palms, Hermione didn't want to say anything more about apologizing or not.

In front of this girl, probably no one would be willing to talk about those somewhat heavy topics.

At this moment, Hermione, who was looking sideways at the window while listening to the harassing flies, suddenly poked her head and looked carefully through the fine rain curtain outside.

The world outside is still hazy, and as the sky gets darker, even the large lawns in the school grounds look a little blurry.

However, Hermione seemed to see some figures walking towards the school gate in the distance.

"Who are those...?"

Following Hermione's words, Luna also turned her head to look, and quickly said "oh" softly.

"The one in front is Professor McGonagall," she said. "Professor McGonagall is wearing her little black pointed hat today. It's easy to recognize..."

"Pointed hat? You can see this?" Hermione said in surprise.

But soon, the appearances of the wizards led by Professor McGonagall came into Hermione's sight. As those people got closer and closer, even from such a high position, Hermione at least recognized them.

Two of them except Mag.

At this time, Ron and the others also moved to another window nearby, stretching their necks to look down at the castle.

"Walking behind Professor McGonagall is Babajide Akinbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards; and behind him is Scrimgeour..."

"Yes, the Minister of Magic, we all know that one." Ron interjected, "I just want to know if they came to school to... Well, anyway, let's call Harry out first! Don't wait for Professor McGonagall to shout

When we went there, we saw Harry holding a sword in his hand..."

"Um."

Hermione nodded and took the lead in walking towards the wall where the entrance to the Room of Requirement was.

But I saw her walking back and forth three times skillfully, and then reaching out to grab the door handle. When the door leaf was hurriedly formed, her palm happened to rest on the copper handle, and with just a slight twist, the door opened.

.

But in the next second, a low roar suddenly came from the gap in the door. (To be continued)